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LAST ON SILENCE

I couldn't help myself, I threw my arms around his neck again, unable to hold back my apologies and empathy.

"I'm sorry…"

He rubbed my back softly, as if he was comforting me, instead of the other way around.

I pulled away after a while and looked up at him with big, watery eyes.

Here, he had a past that was worse than mine, and he was still out of my ugly league.

"I'm sorry… that might've been too much to say." He said, glaring at the floor.

"I'm glad you told me." I said quietly.

He looked up at my eyes, obviously seeing if I was lying. After a while, his expression smoothed.

"Me too… Bella."

CURRENTLY ON SILENCE-

Things that night got awkward, naturally. After Edward and I had talked, he had backed away, left me sitting on the bed as he went out to stand by the railing outside. I gulped.

What had just happened? He'd called me Bella before, but not like that. I felt like it actually… meant something this time. But I wasn't quite sure what.

To be honest, it was quite a change from our other conversations. This one explained things.

I hadn't had a clue of what Edward's past was. Here I was, assuming that I had the hard life, when the irony of it was that Edward's life was harder.

Having your parents disown you at 8 years old… and for the reason of inheritance? And then, having to go through the hardship of moving and being adopted to moving again to live with other people at a vacation home.

I didn't have a clue.

But isn't that how it always is? 'Oh woe is me'?

And then once you're thoroughly into the woe, someone you thought was extremely fortunate comes and has increased woe.

Why me, then? Why was it me that he sought out every day? What was it about me that repulsed him so much, that in his hard life, he used me for an outlet to his pain?

Did I give off the vibe? That I didn't mind being treated that way? Maybe I did. I didn't know. I never knew. Edward kept it to himself.

I guess it makes sense to me, you have a hard life, you see someone, and think that they deserve the same fate.

Maybe he had known all along, maybe he knew that since I was already tormented from Charlie, I wouldn't mind him doing it to.

I didn't mind too much, though, but the curiosity was still strong.

Was he actually that opposed to my qualities as a human being? Or was he seeking to inflict pain on someone he didn't think knew it well?

I sighed, laying myself down on the bed. What was that, that just passed then? Did it mean anything to him? Were we just going to be the same now? Or would I eventually figure out the answers to my questions.

I looked out to the balcony, where Edward had his head in his hands, the railing supporting his body weight.

He looked to be breathing deeply, and he looked a bit shaky.

Or maybe, I thought, our conversation meant more to him than it did to me.

Did anyone in Forks know of his past like I did now?

I gasped. He had just confided in me… because… well, maybe he thought I wouldn't judge him, considering my life was hard as well.

And at the end, when he comforted me, and my thoughts were well kept in my head, maybe he thought that I had judged him. Perhaps he regretted telling me.

My feet moved on their own accord as I walked out to the balcony. I hesitated when I stopped behind Edward. I didn't think he knew I was here.

He leaned his head on the railing, his fingers threading through his hair.

"Are you alright?" I asked lightly.

Edward shot up, looking at me in an instant; I saw and noted that his eyes were watery, "Yeah… I'm okay, I was just…"

He tried to explain but I stopped him, "No need for explanation… just making sure you didn't… regret anything." I bit my lip.

He smiled and sighed, guiding me back inside and following.

"I don't, Bella. It was just overwhelming." He paused, "You're the only person, other than my family, that knows that."

I smiled at him.

We laid down and I heard him start to snore.

It had meant more to him.

BASBASBASBAS

I woke up the next morning, refreshed.

I slowly got off of the bed, careful not to wake Edward, for he was still sleeping.

After I brushed my teeth, I frowned at my reused clothes. We really would need to go shopping.

I heard a slight knock on the door, "There's a delivery for Mr. Cullen here." A man said in a monotone.

Edward was still sleeping, but I opened the door anyways.

There was a man with two large suitcases.

I blinked and he handed them over.

"Thanks…" I said and I closed the door.

I looked down at the suitcases in wonder, and then at Edward.

Hesitantly, I opened them. One of them was filled with clothes that were Edward's style… and the other was filled with things I had assumed were for me.

Had he sent someone out to do our shopping?

I smiled, looking through the things in mine, and closing Edward's suitcase.

It had all of the necessities; toothbrush… hair stuff… clothes… underwear.

I smiled down at it, pleased, and picked out a long sleeved purple shirt and a light grey pair of skinny jeans.

Edward got up about an hour after me, stretching his arms high above his head and then looking over to my empty side of the bed, confused.

Then he looked at me on the couch, watching TV.

"Oh… you're up." He said his voice low and gravelly still thick with sleep.

"Yeah, and you should be too if you want to leave soon, it's 9 o clock and we have a 5 hour drive to go on."

He nodded, yawning as he got off of the bed.

BASBASBASBAS

We were off in another hour. I decided that I wanted to drive because Edward didn't look like he had slept very well last night.

It was peaceful, Edward's Volvo was quiet, and he was more than adorable as he slept in the passenger's seat.

Lips parted, face muscles relaxed, and peaceful sighs. I looked at the road.

I followed the directions easily.

I can't believe that we were already on this trip.

I couldn't believe there was any trip at all.

Edward… it was just so surreal. I hadn't ever imagined that we'd just up and go to Texas to see his step parents.

BASBASBASBAS

In another 2 or 3 hours Edward woke up again, looking around and blinking as his eyes adjusted.

"Did you not sleep very well last night?" I asked, a bit worried.

He chuckled, "No… I didn't. Someone talks in her sleep, and loudly, so it's a little difficult to accomplish sleep."

I blushed, "I don't talk in my sleep…" I argued.

He smiled, "I disagree," I clenched my jaw, "Oh. How rude of me… how long have you been driving?"

I looked at the clock, "Well, we left at 9... so… probably 4 hours now. We should get to the next hotel in an hour or so."

He nodded, "I'll drive tomorrow, then."

"Deal."

BASBASBASBAS

We got to the hotel 45 minutes after that. The first ten hours of driving were over… only twenty-five more to go… I thought sarcastically.

Edward was awake and energized when we got to the hotel.

I was beginning to think he was nocturnal…

Edward pulled the heavy bags up to our room and checked his watch, "Well, it's only 1:45… what's say we go and take a look around?"

I nodded and checked the map, I didn't even have a clue of where we were or what state we were in…

We were in Boise, Idaho.

I smiled, land of the potato… I always wanted to go there…

Edward shook his head, "I forgot to ask the front desk to give us two room keys instead of one this time… I'll be right back." He said as he left the room.

I lazily walked over and sat on the bed, sighing, when something caught my eye that had rolled out of Edward's suitcase.

It was a near empty prescription bottle… confused, I went over to pick it up.

It was made out to Edward Cullen, and the medicine said Antiandrogen…

Huh, I wonder what that was…

I saw a computer on the far side of the room and decided I'd look it up later. I put the bottle back on the ground where I found it when Edward walked back into the room with two keys, tossing one on the bed beside me.

Edward's eyes locked on the pill bottle on the ground and they widened immediately. And I think I actually saw a blush on his face…

He went over to pick them up and put them in his bag, flustered.

"What are those?" I asked.

He coughed, "Um… they're pills… to help me… err… sleep." He said, and it wasn't very convincing.

I narrowed my eyes, sticking with the fact that I'd look it up later, was it something that I should be worried about?

"Shall we go?" Edward asked, impatient, and I nodded.

BASBASBASBAS

"Whoa! That is so cool!" I said like a little child as I saw a man flipping ice cream easily from the scoopers into the cones with his eyes closed.

Edward chuckled at my easy interest and bought two.

We walked further and I smiled, "I like it here." I sighed and breathed in the fresh air.

Edward nodded, agreeing as he licked his ice cream once more. I looked away, trying to control myself.

I bit my lip, staring down at my icy treat.

Say it, coward.

My mind screamed again.

No! I disagreed with myself, like I could ever just ask what I want! I'm already pushing the limits here, we don't need to be harsh!

Oh, yeah, and staring at him like the pervert you are is just so much better than asking fine.

Yes. Yes it is.

You're impossible…

You mean you're impossible… technically, you can't call me impossible without calling me impossible.

I'm not the one who has the voice in her head.

Gah! Fine. I'll ask.

"So… why me?" I said, finally getting it off of my mind.

He looked confused, "I don't understand."

I frowned, "Why… you know… pick me to… you know… back in Forks."

"Ah." He said, seeming to understand my question.

"Hmm…" he said, his brow crinkling, "How can I say this so you'll understand…" he paused, "I did it because I… didn't want you to get hurt."

I laughed, but stopped when I saw that he was serious. Oh…

"You know Tyler Crowley, right?" He asked.

Of course I knew him, he was always right by Edward's side.

"When you came to Forks, Bella… he wanted to be in the place that I was in, he wanted to be your tormentor."

I rolled my eyes, "And you decided that no one else can do the job as well as you could?"

He glared at the ground, "No. What I'm saying is that he wanted- wants to do worse things… and my train of thought was that maybe if I took the role, he'd lay off."

I blinked, astonished. "I thought it was because-"

He huffed, "No, Isabella," he said, his voice stern, "I'd never stoop to the level of making someone's life as crappy as mine is," he looked at me, "was, but if you'd only hear what he had to say…"

"Well… why did he want to torment me, then?"

He held his ice cream so tightly that the shell came apart, he looked at it and blinked, throwing it in a near trash can.

I dropped the topic, obviously, he didn't want me to know.

I offered him the rest of mine. He took it and took a couple licks, handing it back to me.

I deliberately licked where he did.

Perv.

I ignored the voice.

"What does he say?" I asked quietly.

He pursed his lips, "I'd rather you not know."

I nodded, I didn't know if I wanted to know, either.

Edward was currently staring at my ice cream cone and I handed it back to him.

He didn't break eye contact with me as he took a slow lick.

Hot damn…

I forced myself out of the reverie, shaking my head, "So you never had any problem with me?" I asked, astonished.

He smiled ruefully, "No. Bella, believe me when I say you would be so much worse off if I'd let Tyler take the lead."

"What about all of the things you said." I asked, maybe he had meant all of those.

I frowned, but he stopped walking.

"Look at me, Isabella." He said, using my full name so I knew he was serious.

I turned around, looking at him.

"I didn't mean a fucking thing." His eyes were intense.

"You are nothing even close to anything I've ever called you. You read good books, you're intelligent, and you have an amazing personality. And past that, you're a very pretty girl, Isabella. Beautiful, I'd venture. You're eyes aren't murky, they match the tone of your long, silky hair, a deep mahogany. You have porcelain skin that people spend hundreds on skin products just to imitate. Do you understand?" he said, and when I looked into his eyes, I saw that he was serious.

I blinked, my lip quivered, and a tear escaped my eye that he wiped away.

"D-do you really mean that?" I asked, looking at him with wide eyes.

He stared into my eyes, his confidence unwavering. "Every fucking word."

"That answers a lot…" I said after a while.

"What does it answer?" He said, taking another lick.

"Well… it answers why you never went too far… why you left after I started crying… why you chose water instead of soda…"

He sighed, biting his lip, "You had no idea the things that were going through my mind that day, Bella… I thought that Tyler had given you the bruise…"

I shrugged.

We walked in silence for a while, licking my ice cream.

"How's your cheek?" He asked.

I was happy to tell him that it didn't hurt all that much anymore.

He smiled, "Good, we can take the stitches out soon, then."

We continued in silence, comfortable silence.

It was like walking with an old friend.

BASBASBASBAS

We got back to the hotel and I was laughing hysterically at Edward's imitation of our officially lame science teacher.

I stumbled into the room, holding my stomach tightly, and waiting for the laughter to dissipate. Edward was doing the same thing.

Once we stopped, Edward wanted to watch Superbad.

In return for that, I forced him to watch Superstar.

'Payback's a bitch' I thought as he fell asleep during Mary's solo.

I bit my lip before getting up gently, as to not wake Edward up.

I walked slowly to the computer and went to Wikipedia.

I typed Antiandrogen in the search bar.

An antiandrogen, or androgen antagonist, is any group of hormone receptor antagonist compounds that are capable of preventing or inhibiting the biologic effects of androgens, male sex hormones, on normally responsive tissues in the body. Antiandrogens usually work by blocking the appropriate receptors, competing for binding the cell's surface, obstructing the androgens' pathway.

Antiandrogens are often indicated to treat severe male sexual disorders, such as hyper sexuality (excessive sexual desire) and sexual deviation, specifically paraphilias, as well as use an antineoplastic agent and palliative, adjuvant or neoadjuvant hormonal therapy inprostate cancer.

Did any of you know what an Antiandrogen was BEFORE I put in the explanation? I didn't. The reason this is late (for me) is because I was on fucking Wikipedia all day searching for the right problem. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY THERE ARE?!

Too many.

Okay… so we have a couple of options.

Either…

Edward has an increased desire for sex, or prostate cancer.

Which one do you think I'm going to give him? Haha.

Pix- …..NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! poor Eddie! no matter what little Eddie has a problem. I feel more for Bella. But I just hope its increased desire for sex then prostate cancer…anyway, This chapter rocked!

Er, pix? It isn't no matter what. Edward having increased sexual desire would be a very, very good thing. But you won't know what he has until next time…

Chapter question- HOW SHOULD ALICE MEET JASPER? (I love having your ideas in my story when it comes to the details!)

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