A/N: Okay I got all of five reviews for that last chapter. Not as much as I had hoped for… but is it not good? Is my writing not good enough? Well then… I guess I'll have to kick this shit up a notch *grins evilly*

And as I told you, most of this story will be in Bella's POV, but I have to intervene when necessary because it makes things much more interesting. This chapter will be ALL in Edward's POV. Enjoy!

D/C: I do not own Twilight, nor any of the characters portrayed in the book and/or movie. But I do own New Moon Band-Aids. I know you're jealous.

Edward's POV

I awoke the next morning, still lying in Bella's bed. I could hear thunder in the distance, and I knew the sun was being blocked by the storm clouds that most likely covered the sky. I glanced over at the clock before stretching my limbs, upset that seven o'clock had come that quickly. Reaching over, I lay my hand on Bella's arm, drinking in her appearance.

She was beautiful, the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Her skin was milky white, contrasting wonderfully with the black undergarments I could see peeking out from beneath her blanket.

"Bella," I whispered, shaking her arm slightly. She elicited a moan but did not speak. Trying again, Bella's eyes cracked open and looked directly at me.

"Edward?" she asked, confused. Did she not remember me being there? But I knew I was incorrect, because seconds later a blush crept over her skin, and she turned to press her face into her pillow. "Hi." I laughed softly and ran my fingertips along her hair.

"Hey yourself." Bella looked up at me and grinned. Yes, she definitely remembered last night. "Come on sleepyhead, we have to go to school." Bella shook her head and turned in the bed so that I had the most glorious view of her chest. It took all of my strength not to take her right then and there and have a replay of last night… if not more.

"I don't want to go to school," Bella said. I smiled and ran my hand through my hair. I didn't want to either, but the way we were going we'd both get calls home to our parents because of attendance issues.

"I know, but I think there's something about a test. Maybe." I honestly had no idea. If there were midterms that morning I would not have remembered. All that plagued my mind was the view of Bella above me, touching herself.

"Yeah, we have to get up," I said more to myself. I stood, looking around for my clothes. Throwing them on quickly, I turned to see that Bella was still in bed.

"Are you going to stay in there all day?" Bella winked at me and shrugged.

"I'd like to," she admitted, "but I know you're right. I have to go take a shower first. Want to join me?" My mouth dropped open and I could swear the heavens opened up above us. Was God messing with my hormones? Did Bella really ask me to join her in the shower? Water… soap… heat. I swallowed hard and shook my head.

"Don't you dare, you little vixen. We have school. School, where we learn things, and I can't walk onto campus with a hard on." I was talking to myself more than to Bella. I had to convince myself not to accept her offer, as tantalizing as it sounded. I breathed a sigh of relief when she walked to her closet and grabbed clothes to change into.

"I'm going to head home and get ready, meet you at school?" I asked. Bella looked back at me and nodded.

"Yeah, I'll see you then." And with that she was gone. I heard the water start to run on the other side of the wall, and I took that as my cue to leave. Grabbing my keys, I ran down the stairs and out the front door. Making sure it was locked behind me, I turned to run down the street to my car. I hadn't parked in front of the house the previous night, for obvious reasons, but I suddenly cursed myself for taking too much of a precaution and having to run in the cold.

I was right when I thought there was a thunderstorm, and I looked up at the sky to find it a dark grey color, close to black. Cold rain was falling from the clouds and I found my shirt to soak through fairly quickly. Lightning bolts shot across the sky, leaving behind the thunder and rumbling feeling in my bones. Turning on my car, I revved the engine and raced towards my house. I didn't have much time until I could beat Bella to school, but I made it my goal that morning to greet her with a smile on my face when she pulled into that parking lot.

"Where's the fire?" Alice yelled to me as I tore into the house, bypassing her without a second glance. I didn't bother to answer her, but I heard her laughter follow me up the stairs and into my bedroom. I started ripping my clothes off as I swung myself into the bathroom, not bothering to wait until the water was warm before I stepped beneath the spray. Rinse, lather… repeat? I didn't have time for that. Within minutes I was drying off in my bedroom and putting on a clean pair of boxers before stepping into a pair of dark jeans and a white t-shirt. Grabbing my black pea coat, I made my way back down the stairs. Alice was there, throwing the peels of an orange into the garbage can.

"Are you meeting Bella?"

"Yeah, I'm trying to beat her to school," I admitted. I moved around my sister and opened the refrigerator, grabbing a bagel.

"You spent the night at her house last night." Alice's words were not a question, but a statement, and I only paused for a second before I nodded.

"Not that it's any of your business," I reasoned, "but yes I did." My eyes met Alice's and I laughed when I saw that she was squirming in her shoes.

"So everything is good?" she pressed. I nodded, biting down on the edge of the bread.

"Yes, thank you for your help with everything," I said, grabbing my school bag and keys. "Especially with the song." Alice had overheard me practicing the song, offering her opinion when it came to certain lines of the lyrics.

"This is so great!" she squealed. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed, swallowing my mouthful of food. Waving the hand that held the bagel in the air, I caught her attention.

"Keep your mouth and opinions to yourself!" And with that I headed out the door, listening as Alice yelled after me.

"No promises!" I slid behind the wheel of the car and sped towards the road, whipping out into the lane without looking. I smiled as I remembered when Bella confronted me on her first day at school, saying I almost slammed into her when I did the same thing. Looking in my rear view mirror, I was pleased that I saw there was no one. At least she wasn't there, honking her horn at me as she had that first day.

Pulling into the school parking lot, I swallowed my last mouthful of bagel and parked the car next to Bella's usual spot. I was pleased to find that she was not there yet. But that only lasted thirty more seconds, and I saw the red Mustang pull in. Bella's eyes were trained on me, a smile transforming her face into that of an angel.

"What, do you run with superhuman strength too?" she asked as she opened the door of her car. "Because you got here way too quickly." I laughed, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. I felt the raindrops on my shoulders and brought an umbrella to cover us. She looked like pure heaven, dressed all in white with a black coat. Absolutely breathtaking. How had I ever doubted her even for a second? She looked at me with such love, such adornment, I was sure that my face mirrored it all exactly.

The day moved with slow amazement. Every minute that I was with Bella was spent staring at her, hanging onto her every word. Every second that I was apart from her was spent thinking of her. So much in fact that I was reprimanded twice by my teachers. Why did they care all of a sudden? I had a perfect score in every class, and never had I gone wrong when it came to answering questions in the classes. Oh well, they could reprimand me some other time, and maybe then I would care.

When our music class ended, I all but launched myself from the piano bench to walk beside Bella. It had stopped raining, but the thunder was still present as were the dark clouds.

"Wish we didn't have to work tonight," Bella said as we walked towards our cars. "It seems to be a great night to stay in and cuddle." I agreed wholeheartedly.

"Bella!" She turned beneath my arm when she heard her name being called, and I looked to the same direction. My stomach fell a little when I saw Bella's father standing on the edge of the parking lot, another officer standing beside him. I hadn't been around the man since the day I faced him in the kitchen, waiting for his fingers to travel towards his gun and hold it against my chest. I still felt the nerves from that day, and hoped that the man wouldn't hold a grudge for the crap Bella and I had been through in the past week or so.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" Bella squeezed my hand before walking towards her father, and I reluctantly followed her. Charlie glanced at me, holding my stare for several seconds before he nodded. I breathed a sigh of relief, taking that nod as an 'I'm not going to kill you' agreement.

"I brought Patrick here to the school so he can become acquainted with the campus and the Principal. Typical newbie things."

"Thanks Chief," the man who I assumed to be Patrick laughed. I took my eyes away from Bella's father and studied 'Patrick'. He was my height, maybe an inch or so taller, blonde curly hair and the same shit eating grin that Emmett always had on his face. What bothered me about him was the way he was staring at Bella.

"Hi there, I'm Patrick Colgan. It's great to meet you Bella." I wanted to smack the man for the way he sized her up, holding his hand out for her to shake.

"Patrick! Hey!" Bella shook his hand as if she already knew him, and this bothered me. "This is my boyfriend, Edward. Edward, you've already met my dad, Charlie. And this is Patrick, the new deputy." I felt relief that Bella introduced me that way, knowing that we hadn't actually agreed to go back to the way we were before my idiocy kicked in. The guys name though… Patrick Colgan. Why did that ring a bell for me?

"Nice to meet you," I said, shaking Patrick's hand and offering it to Bella's father. "Good to see you again Chief Swan." I looked back to Patrick, feeling a sense of uneasiness pass through me. I knew him, didn't I?

"Are you new to town?" I found myself blurting out as I stared at Patrick. Something flickered in his eyes as he tore his gaze away from Bella, but it was gone when his eyes settled on me.

"Yeah, just moved here from Chicago." Chicago. Did I know him from there?

"I grew up in Chicago," I said as if it were the answer to life's mysteries. Patrick just nodded to me as if he knew this already and then turned back to the Chief.

"We ready?" he asked him. Chief Swan nodded and nodded to me and Bella.

"You kids be good. Bella, you working tonight?" Bella nodded and reached out to hold my hand again. I felt the warmth in her touch and smiled when I saw Patrick stare at our joined skin. Was this guy going to be a problem? How old was he anyway?

"Yeah, we're both working tonight," Bella motioned to me, "so I'm just going over Edward's house to study with him and the others until work. I should be home by eight." We parted ways and I pulled Bella in the direction of our cars. I looked back to the officers behind us and was filled with the same sense of restlessness when I saw Patrick staring at me. I didn't know how to respond to him, so I just raised an eyebrow, pulled Bella closer to me, and continued on our way.

When we reached the cars, I saw that Alice and Jasper were leaning against the hood of his car, engrossed in what could easily put an ENT doctor to shame.

"Room," I coughed as I pulled Bella between our cars. I looked from my silver Volvo to her red Mustang and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Bella asked me as she leaned into my touch. I found my back pressed against my car, the length of Bella's body creating shelter from the cold air.

"It really doesn't make sense to drive separate cars when we're always going the same way," I said. I'd been thinking this since that morning, but wasn't sure how Bella would respond to the idea. "Why don't I just pick you up in the mornings and drop you off after school?" Her eyebrows rose and I mentally smacked myself. This was a topic brought on much too quickly, probably due to the fact that I never wanted to be without her.

"Did it ever occur to you that I like driving myself?" Bella was staring at me, looking for the hidden emotions that were in my eyes. I could tell she was caught off guard by my question, and her independent nature was obvious even to me.

"I don't want to be overbearing," I rushed to say, "but I like spending time with you. And if you like driving, maybe you can drive my car sometimes too?" Bella bit her bottom lip in thought. She was staring at my car in… fear? I glanced at the silver car and back at her and saw that she was hesitating for a reason. It hit me.

Dumb ass.

"I'm sorry," I started to say, but Bella held her hand up.

"No, it's just that the last time I was in your car I crashed. Not exactly something to forget easily." She was right, and I felt like an idiot for forgetting.

"I'm an idiot, I'm sorry. Forget that the words ever came out of my mouth." My face flushed slightly as I leaned in to capture Bella's lips on my own. I wanted her to ignore my words that I had carelessly let leak from my mouth.

"Hmrph," Someone cleared their throat from behind us. I pulled back from Bella and closed my eyes in annoyance. Turning my head, I opened my eyes and kept Bella pressed against me. It was the Patrick guy.

"Can we help you?" I asked. I knew the tone of my voice was rude, but we didn't know the guy and he was coming up to us in the middle of a moment? I felt Bella shift in my arms and her head peaked out.

"Patrick? What's up?" She was being too nice. I was annoyed, and what annoyed me most was the fact that Patrick looked pleased with the fact that he was interrupting.

"Sorry," he grinned, "but Chief Swan wanted me to remind you that tomorrow night is the dinner for the station that he's holding at your house." Dinner?

"Yeah, I told him I'd cook for it," Bella said, urging him to get to the point. Patrick glanced at me once more before smirking and turning back to Bella.

"Well, since I'll be there, he wanted me to tell you of a food allergy. I'm allergic to peanuts." He was going to be in Bella's house? Why did I suddenly feel so irritated and jealous about this? Bella's smile widened. That's why.

"Oh! Thank you for telling me! I usually have an almond based braze over the roast, so I'll have to remember to change it." Patrick smiled and shifted his weight onto his right leg, allowing his hip that held his handgun to jut out towards me. What I wouldn't kill just to crush that gun into metal dust…

"No problem. See you tomorrow night." Patrick turned to me and his smile dropped. I raised my eyes from his gun and met his frown head on. "Edward."

"Mmm," I mumbled, barely wanting to acknowledge him. Patrick turned away and walked towards Charlie, who was waiting in front of the Administration building. Again I felt a feeling of unease course through me, but I didn't know what to place it on. Something about that guy made me want to rush Bella away and hide her from his invasive eyes.

"You okay?" Bella asked. I turned to her and smiled.

"Everything's fine," I said. "Let's get going, I have to stop by the store and pick up a jar of nuts."

Work was over, and for that I was grateful. The hours spent staring at Bella from a distance was overwhelming me, and I knew that Lena was laughing at us behind her granite top desk. I walked with Bella into the parking lot, waving goodbye to Dr. Allen and Lena, making sure that Bella was in her car safely before I spoke.

"So I know you're busy with the dinner tomorrow night," I said softly, shivering slightly in the cold misty rain, "but I would love to take you for a ride tomorrow night." Bella's eyebrows rose and I laughed at my horrible choice of words.

"I meant on my bike." Bella's eyes widened and she became excited.

"Can I drive?" she asked. I shook my head right away.

"Do you have a motorcycle's license for the state of Washington?" Bella glared at me and yanked her door from under my grip. I gaped at the closed door, wondering if I should maybe just let her drive the bike. If she wrecked it I could just buy a new one. But the window rolled down, and I sighed with relief when I saw Bella's smile.

"See you tomorrow for school," she winked. And with that, I was standing alone in the parking lot. I ran my hand through my hair, wishing it would stop raining for like a day. Driving home, my mind was immersed in all that was Bella. Throughout the whole day I had been telling myself how lucky I was and how stupid I had been to mess this up to begin with. I had to be careful when it came to my relationship with Bella. I never had to worry about this kind of stuff before, happy to be alone. But now I wanted to be with her every minute of every day.

I loved her.

The realization had hit me the day I sat in my room and listened to her yell at me. I had sat on my bed and listened to her tell me that I was a piece of shit. She was far from lying, and I knew this. I had thrown everything away because I wasn't prepared to deal with someone else knowing my secret. But when I saw her walk out of that room, my world fell around me. There was no other explanation for the feelings that flowed through me—I was in love with Bella Swan.

Of course, I knew I couldn't tell her this. I didn't have the courage to throw my feelings into the air without a way to know how she would react. I had poured my feelings into the song I had written for her, wishing that she would hear the love laced in each lyric.

As I pulled into the driveway, my mind drifted to the dinner that Bella and her father were hosting tomorrow night. This meant that I wouldn't see her after school, which meant I would go through withdraws. What bothered me most was that she would be in close proximity of that idiot deputy. Patrick something-or-other. The way he looked at Bella made my skin crawl, and I didn't want her to be around him.

Pulling my car into the garage, I turned off the car and headed into the house. Most of the lights downstairs were on, so I knew that I wouldn't be alone when I walked through the door.

"Edward, is that you?" Ah, Carlisle.

"Hey dad, yeah it's me." I put my school bag on the couch in the living room before I headed into the kitchen. Carlisle was putting away leftovers from dinner, and I sighed with regret that I had missed a hot meal.

"How was work?" Carlisle asked me. I leaned over him and grabbed a large slice of chicken from a plate before he covered it with cellophane.

"Eh, it was work. Had an emergency at the office today, Robert down at Newton's store came in with an eye injury. Apparently he got struck by a tree branch." Was this sad or what? That's one of the highlights of my job, knowing all the emergency visits that Dr. Allen saw, and knowing each person because this town was so small.

"Poor Robert," Carlisle chuckled, and I knew he wasn't sorry at all. "As long as he doesn't lose an eye." I shook my head, shoveling chicken in my mouth.

"No, he just can't wear contacts for a while." Carlisle was done with cleanup seconds later, and turned to me with a smile.

"So how was your day?" I swallowed and trained my thoughts back towards my worries.

"Okay, I know this sounds weird, but hear me out," I said. Carlisle nodded and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms across his chest. Even a gentle man like him could seem intimidating with just a small gesture like that.

"I'm all ears, son." I nodded, grateful for the listener.

"Have you met the new deputy?" I asked. Carlisle cocked his head to the side and gave me an odd look.

"No, should I have?" I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. Time for a trim.

"I don't know," I admitted. "There's something really weird about him, and I don't like it. I met him today when he was with Bella's father at the school. His name is Patrick Colgan, and he seems really familiar. He even said he's from Chicago. The way he looked at Bella gave me the chills, and the way he glared at me was uncalled for. I don't know." Carlisle shifted his weight and gave me a nod.

"Patrick Colgan… the name is familiar." I shoved my hand into the air.

"I know! I don't know where I've heard it from, but I feel like an ass because I can't place it!"

"Well, calm down," Carlisle said, stepping forward to pat me on the shoulder. "I'll find out what I can about this fellow. But as for your feelings towards him because of Bella, well son that's just jealousy." I groaned and rolled my eyes. Carlisle started to laugh and I walked away from him.

"I so don't need that from you," I muttered. Carlisle followed me into the living room, still laughing at my expense.

"I'm sorry Edward, but I have to get my fun with you somehow. You're just so serious all the time." I lifted my school bag and headed towards the stairs. I heard the roar of a car pulling up the driveway, and I recognized it as Jasper's. The sound of the engine brought my heart to an elevated level, and I suddenly knew what I needed.

"Dad," I said, turning back to my father. Carlisle was staring towards the window, giving Alice and Jasper a fatherly glare through the glass. I wanted to laugh because I knew that he wouldn't actually go out there and break up their moment together, but he would spend all night if necessary, glaring at that damn window.

"Yeah," he muttered, squinting into the night.

"Care if I head out for an hour? I want to see Bella." Carlisle rolled his eyes and turned to me.

"When did my kids get so driven by hormones?" I laughed, throwing my bag down to the couch. I made sure I had my keys and ran for the door.

"I'll be back in a little while!" I called over my shoulder, smiling when I saw that Carlisle was still staring at the Trans Am through the window. I ran for the garage, glancing over at Jasper and Alice. They were locked together in an embrace, so I turned away and approached the garage door. Pressing the combination into the keypad, I grinned when the three motorcycles were revealed. I grabbed the helmet to my bike off the peg, along with my riding jacket. Putting them in place, I grabbed an additional helmet and jacket, throwing them onto the back of the bike. I flipped the kill switch to 'on' and I turned the keys in the ignition, smiling as I felt the vibrations roll through me.

It'd been too long since I'd taken her out for a ride, and I would make amends tonight. Revving the engine, I pressed the clutch and pulled forward. I passed by my sister and waved when I saw them break apart to stare at me. Tearing my way down the driveway, I pulled into the main road and towards Bella's house.

The feel of the wind as it slammed against me was invigorating. The rain had stopped, but the roads were still wet. This didn't stop me from reaching eighty miles an hour though, and I was pulling up to Bella's house within minutes.

The house was dark, including Bella's window. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone, scrolling through my contacts to Bella's name. I sent her a quick text, hoping that she would receive it.

Look outside, get dressed, and come on.

It was only a minute later when I saw Bella leaning out of her window, squinting through the night. I lifted my helmet, letting my grin shine through the night. I waved my hand into the air and pointed to the bike. Bella's face was magnificent, and as she disappeared from sight, I knew she would be outside within minutes.

I was right, and Bella was slipping out of the front door with grace. She ran to me, throwing her arms around my neck.

"Edward! What are you doing here?" Her voice was low, sending chills down my spine.

"I'm takin' my girl for a ride," I said before I crashed my lips onto hers. She tasted my toothpaste and smelled like coconut.

"New shampoo?" I breathed into the crook of her neck. She laughed and nodded, trailing kisses down my jaw.

"Let's do this madness," I smiled, setting the helmet into Bella's arms. The helmet was solid black, matching mine, and the jacket I held out to her matched it as well. Leather was definitely going to be my favorite fabric on her.

Bella climbed onto the bike behind me, and I felt my skin heat as I realized how close she would actually be to me. Why had I not realized this? It was going to be very uncomfortable having a hard on while riding the bike.

Baseball, Grandma, apple pie, rubber ducks, Emmett…Yeah that did it.

"Ready?" I asked. Bella wrapped her arms around my waist and tightened her legs into my sides. The helmet nodded and I smiled. Shoving my helmet back on, I started the engine again, patting Bella's leg before peeling down the street.

Quickly I reached sixty miles an hour, afraid to go any faster in case Bella didn't feel safe. I could feel her body pressed against mine, and the smile would not leave my face. Curving through the road, I sighed with happiness. This is what I wanted. I wanted Bella with me every second of every day, holding onto me so tight that it could possibly hurt me.

"I love you," I said into my helmet. I knew she couldn't hear me, but it felt good to say it aloud with her so close. I was a coward. I knew this. Maybe soon I would be able to break away from my fear of rejection and say the words to her face… when she could hear me.

I didn't have a destination in mind when I decided to steal Bella away. All I knew was that I wanted to be with Bella a little longer tonight. I decided last minute to take her to a lake nearby, hoping the water would give us the seclusion I wanted. No matter what though, I had to remember to be home fairly soon. Carlisle would kill me if I stayed out past the hour estimated mark I had given him.

I cut the engine when I pulled up to the lake, and the smile on my face dropped when Bella's touch dropped from my body. I reached out and took her helmet, smiling at her excited eyes and flushed skin.

"So, did you like that?" I asked. Oh, I hoped she said yes, because I would love it if we took rides like this together all the time.

"You have no idea!" Bella exclaimed. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, rushing over to me and laying a kiss on my cheek. I never wanted to wash that patch of skin again.

We made our way to the lakeside dock, letting our feet dangle by the water. I was glad at the time of the year, and the water was not as high as it usually was. The cold was hanging in the air, creating small patches of ice on the lake surface. It was magical and we were alone.

"I'm glad you moved to Forks," I said when we were settled. Bella turned to me, grasping my hand tightly. "If you hadn't, I would be so lost."

"I'm glad I moved here too." I smiled at her, kissing her gently on her temple. I inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent. I let my nose run over her skin, wanting to bury myself in her embrace.

"I love you." My eyes popped open, and my jaw dropped. Pulling away from Bella, I struggled to catch my breath. They weren't my words. I hadn't said that. I looked at Bella, and I saw tears float in her eyes. She loved me? She loved me!

"I love you, too," I said. I let out a small laugh, feeling my eyes well up with tears. "I love you, Bella." Her eyes lit up and she flung her arms around my neck. I embraced her, never wanting to let her go. Had I really become this lucky? Minutes ago, on that bike, I had wanted her to hear my words. But instead I was granted with the beautiful music of my lovely soul mate. She loved me.

We sat next to the lake for forty-five minutes, holding onto one another. We didn't speak much, only whispering small things in each others' ears. Mostly we just reveled in the others company. It was the best forty-five minutes of my life.

When it was time to get her back to her house, I helped Bella put on the motorcycle helmet. She smiled at me as her face disappeared behind her protective shield, and I grinned at the image of 'Biker Bella'. I pulled the bike towards her house, letting my mind wander as the wind whipped around our heads.

She loved me, and I loved her. I took this as the official okay to protect her no matter what. Which brought me to Patrick. I think I needed to sit down with Bella and explain to her how the guy made me feel uncomfortable, and I didn't want her to be around him. How would I go about this though? If it was her fathers' co-worker, how would she completely avoid seeing this man?

My mind drifted back to our time together, the day Bella and I met. The days we spent at school, at my house, the nights we spent in hers. Was it my gift that brought us together? What if I never found out I had the ability to move metal? What if I went my entire life being 'normal'? Would I have had a girlfriend? Would I not have been scared to open myself up to anyone? All of these questions went unanswered, and part of me was glad. I never wanted to trade Bella for anyone. For a moment I felt guilty that didn't usually use my ability to help others. Of course I had helped Bella when I had the chance… but besides that poor woman years ago, I hadn't even tried.

As I drove through the streets of Forks, with Bella clutched to my back, I sighed when flakes of snow started to fall from the sky. Snow. The thought of it always brought me back to that night…

5 years ago…

I felt everything start to shake, and Alice's voice interrupted my dreams.

"Edward! Wake up!" I groaned and straightened myself as much as possible beneath the seatbelt.

"What, Alice. What?" I opened my eyes and saw that we were stopped on the side of the road, and my dad was no longer behind the wheel of the car.

"Mom? Where's Dad?" My mother had her face pressed against the window, staring out into the night with a look of fear on her face. Alice's face mirrored hers, but was coaxing me into consciousness.

"Edward, listen to me!" I turned to Alice and squinted my eyes in the dark confines of the car.

"There was an accident," Alice continued, "and dad is trying to help." I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over Alice, pressing my face against her window. She was right. The car was parked on a ramp to the highway, and all the traffic around us had ceased. My dad was standing on the side of the road, restraining a man and yelling things to him. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but the man he was holding back looked terrified. Through the window I could see blood covering the side of the strangers face, and that is what brought me to my panicked state.

"Why is that guy so scared looking?" I aimed the question towards Alice, but my mother is who spoke.

"His wife is trapped in the car, they can't get her out." My heart was pounding.

"Edward," Alice whispered again. I turned to her and waited for her to continue. "Edward, you can help her."

"What?" I was lost, and her words weren't making sense to me.

"She's stuck in a metal car, Edward. Think about it." I stared at her. She was right. This woman was stuck, stuck in a metal car. No one was able to get her out. But I was able to move things… and maybe the size of the car wouldn't matter. Maybe I could get the door open for my dad to get in.

"Edward…" I cut my sisters words off before she could start with berating me again.

"I'm on it." And with that I was leaping over Alice and out the door, slamming it closed behind me.

"Edward!" my mother screamed. But I ignored her. I ran through the snow, careful not to slip on the ice that covered the asphalt. It was clear to me how this car had careened over the side of the road, but now I just hoped that everyone would be okay.

"Dad!" I called as I made my way through the parked cars. People were standing on the road, huddled together in the cold, staring at the poor man who was screaming for his wife. Stragglers were pressing cell phones to their ears, either calling for help or telling a friend about the scene unfolding before them.

"Dad!" My father turned to me and I saw a hint of anger flicker in his eyes.

"Edward, get back in the car and wait with your mother." I shook my head, coming to a stop next to him. His hands were gripping the poor mans shoulders, straining to hold him back. My eyes drifted to the mangled car that lay at an incline. The blue Ford looked like a crumbled mess, lying at an angle in the bushes below. Looking closely, I could see a woman in the passenger seat, eyes closed in what looked to be pain. Her face was pale white, with blood coming from her nose and her forehead.

"I can help her," I whispered. My father turned to me and narrowed his eyes.

"What?" I was hoping he wouldn't need clarification.

"I can help her," I repeated. It only took a second for realization to dawn on his face, and suddenly he looked eager.

"Yes, please," my father pleaded. "You go, see if you can get the door open. I'll keep Patrick here." I wrapped my jacket tighter around me, wondering how on earth I had gone from watching the ballet to plowing through snow to save someone.

I reached the car within seconds, stumbling through the white powder with less grace than I had hoped to have. My hands slammed against the passenger door as I came to a stop at the car, and the woman opened her eyes slightly to stare at me. I could see the tears that were flowing from her eyes, mixing with the blood. It scared me, I wouldn't deny that. It terrified me.

"It's going to be okay," I shouted to her. I hoped she could hear me, but she made no notion to let me know she had. I eyed the door for a moment, surveying the damage. There was a very large dent in the door, right where the door handle and lock were. I saw that the manual lock was up, and gave the handle a weak try. I hadn't actually expected the door to open like that, and I was sure that my father and the husband had already tried. Wouldn't hurt though, would it?

I stared at the woman again, taking in her position. I wanted to make sure that when I opened the door, she wouldn't be hurt from the metal. Leaning forward to see in the car, I saw something that made my stomach curl. There was a piece of metal from the door, bent and piercing her in the side, right in her ribs.

"Oh my God," I whispered to myself. The woman was bleeding freely from that wound, and now I understood why Carlisle was okay with me interfering. If she wasn't freed from the confines of the car soon, then she would die.

"Hold on, okay? I'm going to get you out." The woman blinked once but didn't respond. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Carlisle had the man occupied, and I lifted my hands to 'start'.

My hands hovered over the metal door, and I stared at the handle. In my mind, I imagined the door to open, forcing all my energy outwards to make it so. Never had I moved something this intricate, having to move more than just a solid object. I had to make the locks move; make the door itself to separate without hurting the woman more. If I shifted it wrong, I could kill her.

No pressure.

I felt the energy start to flow, the electricity spark on my fingertips. In the night air, the groan of metal was heard, and I closed my eyes to concentrate.

Open, open, open.

Looking again, I saw that the woman was not moving. I felt panicked, rushed. What if she didn't make it? What if she died because of me? Because me, some stupid kid, decided to interfere, I could kill her.

I was sweating in the cold air, each drop of fluid running down my temple and into my eyes. My hands were shaking, and I was scared.

Open, open, open.

It was then that I heard the man scream for the woman.

"Jenna!" I jumped from the noise, and I felt a burst of energy flow from my fingers. With that, the door fell open.

"Edward!" I dropped to my knees, the sudden sense of lightheadedness overwhelming me. Arms pulled at me from behind, and I watched as my father rushed to the car to help the woman. He reached in the car, his hands roaming over her. My eyes were becoming heavy, and I only opened them when I felt a solid surface beneath me. I opened my eyes and saw that my head was in Alice's lap. She had snow on her head, and looking over the seat to see my mother, I saw that she did as well. Had they pulled me back to the car?

Alice's hands were on me, and I knew what she was doing. I could feel energy flow through us, and before I knew it, I was feeling better.

"Thank you Alice," I said. She smiled and nodded. Sitting up, I looked out the window and saw that an ambulance had arrived, along with two cop cars. My father was holding the man back, shaking his head and speaking into his ear. The medical team was at the car, taking the woman out with care. My stomach plunged to the floor with fear as they lay her on the stretcher. Seconds later, they put a blanket over her.

"No!" I screamed. I flew out the door and down the embankment. My father looked up, his eyes sad and fierce.

"Dad?" My question hung in the air, unspoken. With sorrow, Dr. Carlisle Cullen nodded his head, and I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. I wasn't able to save her. I did nothing. For once I used my ability to help someone besides myself and someone in my family. A stranger. And they were dead.

"Jenna!" the man screamed again. My eyes were tugged away from the lifeless body of the woman and were now glued to the screaming man. What had my father called him? Patrick?

Poor Patrick. I was sorry for him. I tried, I did. I wish there was something else I could do for him… and sitting there in the snow, watching my father hold back a grieving man, I knew all I could do now was pray.

I suddenly gasped. I pulled the bike to a stop, right in the middle of the road. Bella's arms tightened on my waist, and I could hear a cry of surprise come from her.

Patrick.

My world was suddenly crashing around me.

Well, as you can see, things are definitely falling into place! I make it all twisted and messed up just for you. My loyal readers.

Please review! It makes me warm and tingly inside... Also, I have ideas for other stories when I finish this one. I'm excited about the possibilities, so please let me know if you like my reading. This gives me the courage :-) Ashley