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Warning: adult content and violence. **Mention of physical and sexual assault. ** You may want to skip the italics.

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Chapter Seventeen: Candor

I grabbed a drink someone handed me. I didn't know who. I only took two sips before I threw it out. The beer was disgusting, but I knew something stronger was thrown in because my tongue started to feel numb.

My head began to throb. I hate parties. I always do. I have no idea why I'm here.

I felt my way to an empty room. It had posters on the wall and an old pool table in the center. The ceiling fan was on low, slowly going round and round. I found it hypnotizing. The room started spinning.

I stumbled awkwardly to the farthest corner of the room. My hands helped me stay upright as I moved as quickly as my body would let me without falling over.

Just what I need, more difficulty standing.

I reached the corner and turned so I could watch the door. There was a window nearby and it was open. I hoped the cool air would help my dizziness.

I only had two sips. What happened?Why do I feel so weird?

I slunk down to the floor and placed my head between my knees. Maybe I was having an allergic reaction. I sluggishly reached for my cell phone in my pocket, tugging it from the tight jeans. My hands fumbled and I watched it roll a few feet away.

I reached out for it but it was just out of grasp. The tips of my fingers touched it, but every movement pushed it farther away. I pulled my hand back and leaned my head on my knees, watching my phone, wishing it was closer.

The door to the room opened a crack, and a person I didn't recognize peeked in. Whoever it was saw me and closed the door again.

He or she was probably going for help. I'd be fine. I just had to wait.

I tilted my head back, breathing in the damp air that wafted in through the window. It wasn't raining when I arrived at the Jackson's, but it's Forks. It's always wet.

I breathed slowly in through my nose and out through my mouth. I ignored the sharp texture on the wall biting into my back. Even when I closed my eyes I could see the ceiling fan, whirling around, around, around, around. The dizziness only got worse. The room spun as if it was on a tilt-a-whirl.

I heard the door open, and the music, loud and blaringly indecipherable, cut into the seclusion of my room. The music faded as the door clicked shut.

I opened my eyes, squinting and trying to focus. "Jimmy! Help me. I need to go home." My words slurred.

He sauntered slowly towards me. I watched as he dragged his fingers along the edge of the pool table, his eyes always on me.

"I don't feel good. Please, take me home." A tear crept down my cheek.

Jimmy squatted down in front of me and gently moved my hair out of my face, holding his hands to my head. He forced me to look up at him, tugging my hair in the process.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, Isabella." He smiled. "I always find you."

I sat up in bed, awakened by terror and my own scream.

My first thought was of Edward. I needed Edward.

After a few seconds, Charlie flew into my room, gripping his gun tightly, searching my room for an intruder. It would have been comical if I weren't huddled against my headboard, shaking, covered in sweat, wishing that the only boy in the world who could touch me was here comforting me.

"Bella! Are you okay?"

I tried to nod, but couldn't tell if I was just shaking.

He must have seen the effort because he proceeded to secure my room. He checked the closet, under the bed, under the desk, and behind the door before he came over to me.

"Honey, what's wrong? This is the fourth time this week." He checked the safety on his gun before tucking it into the back of his sweats. He grabbed my desk chair, pulled it close to the bed and sat down.

Every night this week I'd had this dream. It was really cramping my beauty sleep, not to mention my stress levels and nerves.

I thought the dream would have started Saturday night after I told Alice, or Sunday night after I told Charlie, but no, not until after my walk with Edward on Monday night did the dreams start.

Dreams—more like memories. Such unbelievably real recreations that I felt like it was happening again, and I couldn't do anything to make them stop.

I thought I'd overcome this. I'd had dreams, hazy figments of that night for two months after the assault.

Nothing this real.

Nothing this life-like.

"Bella, you have to talk to me." Charlie gripped my blue bedspread as if he wanted to hold my hand.

"It was just a dream, Dad. I'm okay."

"Maybe you should talk to someone."

I tried not to groan in frustration and held my long hair out of my face. "I've already tried that. It didn't work."

"Maybe you should try again."

I didn't know what to say to placate him. Been there, done that. It didn't help. The other dreams went away with time. But I didn't know if I could wait two months for these to go. The stress couldn't be healthy, for me or the baby.

I'd been jumpy all week. I flinched whenever a male came within two feet. It wasn't good for a classroom atmosphere.

The only time I ever felt calm during the day was when Edward was nearby.

So much for being an independent woman.

I was only slightly jumpy on Tuesday. I hadn't relived that night in a while, especially in such detail. Alice and Edward gave me weird looks, and by the end of the day Emmett was growling at people who got too close to me.

Our study session went well, and we finished the presentation part of our project. Edward didn't hold my hand again, but I kept watching his fingers get closer to mine like he wanted to.

Wednesday was worse. Charlie tried to comfort me the night before. He accidentally sent me back under, and I got to relive it twice. He was horrified when I finally woke, screaming. He had backed up into a wall, his hands covering his face, muttering apologies.

He knew better now.

After reliving it twice, all day Wednesday I felt like he was watching me. That he knew where I was. Edward had to sit me down in an empty classroom during lunch to calm me down.

I expected the dream by that night and barely got any sleep. Edward took one look at me on Thursday morning and stalled me in front of my locker.

"Bella, Bella. Come here." I let him fold me into his arms. They were so strong, and I felt safe as he wrapped them around my shoulders and pulled me tightly against him. I barely even thought about the fact I was leaning up against his rock hard abs. Only a little bit.

I sighed contently in his arms, completely forgetting that we were in the middle of a high school hallway.

"What's wrong? You look exhausted and you've been nervous all week."

I shook my head against his chest. "Nightmares."

His hold tightened on me, and his hands began rubbing circles into my back. "You're safe now. Nothing's going to hurt you."

I breathed deeply, taking in his scent. Why do boys always smell yummy like spices in the hot summer air?

I gently pulled away. "I know. They're just hard to shake."

He waited while I rifled through my locker for my books. I slammed my locker shut and tried not to flinch at the sound it made.

His eyes were soft and he took my hand in his. "This okay?"

I blushed and bit my lip. "Yeah."

"Let's get you to class."

Our public hand holding didn't go over well with the Skank Brigade. I got dirty looks from plastic Barbie doll look-alikes all day, even from girls I'd never seen before. I avoided going to the bathroom alone. Rose and Alice accompanied me at lunch, and I held it in after that. I learned my lesson in Forks. You don't go to the bathroom alone when there were enemies likely to corner you there.

And yet here I was again, cowering in my bed over what a boy did to me months ago. My mind wouldn't let me forget or move on.

"I don't know, Dad. I'll think about." I really didn't see what help a new therapist would do.

He patted the bed as he got up and moved the chair back to my desk. "Try to get some sleep?"

"I'll try."

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I slept fitfully until it was time to get ready for school. I got up and made sure I had everything I needed. Edward was taking me somewhere after school and wouldn't tell me where. I told him I hated surprises, but he said I needed to relax and trust him.

A honk in the driveway made me leap out of my skin. I mentally berated myself. It's only Emmett. Calm down, Bella. Jimmy isn't coming to get you.

The day felt longer than normal. Like every second became a minute, and every minute became an hour. The time flux was ridiculous.

Emmett waved a hand in front of my face. I jerked my head back, almost snapping my neck.

"Hey, Bells." He rubbed the back of his head. "Lunch time."

"Oh, right. Thanks." I blushed. Poor Emmett, he was only being helpful, and here I was treating him like he tried to attack me.

I followed him meekly to the cafeteria, making one stop at my locker to grab my packed lunch. The school's lunch menu was not enough to feed a ravenous pregnant girl. Not if I didn't want to spend ten dollars a day on just lunch. Plus my home cooked meals were healthier.

Alice was waiting alone at our table. After walking me to the table, Emmett joined the line to get lunch.

Thump.

"Oof!" I grunted. My face lit up and I reached for Ali's closest hand.

"Oh my gosh, you have to feel this!" I giggled.

"What?" Her eyebrows scrunched together. I pressed her hand up against my growing stomach.

Thump.

I watched as Alice's eyes popped open wide and gasped.

"Ohmygosh. Ohmygosh. Ohmygosh." She spoke so rapidly I could hardly understand her.

Thump.

Alice eeked out a surprised yelp. I laughed. That one was hard!

Edward sat down next to me. "Whatcha guys up to?"

Alice yanked her hand away. I beamed up at him. "Nothing." I couldn't keep the smile off of my face. My baby was a bruiser. He or she was ready to be on the move.

I wished I could grab his hand and let him feel what Alice just felt. There was nothing like it. I wished he knew, just like Alice, and I could share this with him. I knew he could see it in my eyes—the boundless joy. I wished I could show him why.

"Yeah, sure." He rolled his eyes, but kept peering curiously into mine.

Jasper and Emmett sat down and Alice began to chatter along about her latest art project. She was rather good.

Thump.

"Oh," I squeaked, surprised again by the kicks. Alice grinned at me, catching my reaction out of the corner of her eye.

"You okay?" Edward angled his chair toward me.

I looked up at him, surprised. That boy was way too observant. "Uh, yeah… just tired you know."

His eyes softened. "How are the nightmares?"

I scrunched my nose. "The same."

He took a bite of his meatball sub, squinting in thought. "Have you tried sleeping pills?"

I looked away. I didn't like lying. "Eh… I don't really like to take medication."

He shrugged. "Well, you should sleep well tonight." He tried to hide his smile behind his sandwich.

Smart alec. "What are we going to do anyway?"

Edward just smirked, refusing to answer. I moaned, probably louder than needed, but I had to show my frustration.

Emmett leaned towards us from across the table. "Aw, what's wrong, Bella-bean?"

I glared at Edward. "He won't tell me where we're going after school!"

Emmett's grinned widened. "Edward's taking you out tonight?"

I stopped for a second, surprised by his question… then I realized what Emmett was implying. "Um, well…" I looked at Edward to find him in a similar tongue-tied stance. "Uh, kinda… um, yes."

My eyes darted to Edward's to see if he would contradict me. Was he taking me out? I knew that we held hands, and he held me, but I didn't want to presume when nothing had been defined.

Defined?

Bella! You can't expect this unwitting boy to date you! You're having a baby for goodness sake! His sister knows, his father knows, your father knows!

I wanted to whine and argue with myself. He likes me. Me! He held my hand. He trusts me. He wants me to trust him. He sees past my shields.

Emmett interrupted my internal anguish. "So, is it a date?" He snickered, and I was sure that both of us had the deer-in-the-headlights look.

Edward looked over at me for the first time since this awkward conversation began. His surprised face eased away to serious concentration.

"Yes."

I couldn't help but feel absolutely giddy inside. I was going on a date with Edward Cullen.

I smiled at Edward and bit my lip. He knew I had secrets. He knew I had baggage. And he still said yes.

I could feel my cheeks tinge pink. Edward chuckled.

"So what are your intentions towards her?" Emmett's eyes were narrow.

"Emmett!" I exclaimed.

He looked all pouty at me and said, "Aw, come on, Bella!" before turning to Edward and giving him a death-glare.

"Emmett, you are not my father. And Edward is your friend. Be nice." I gave him "the look," which silenced him immediately.

I turned to find Edward silently laughing. The conversation at the table had quieted down while Emmett attempted to interrogate Edward. Both Rose and Alice joined in laughing, while Jasper sat back and shook his head.

I rolled my eyes.

Alice grinned. "Bella, your'e going to make one great mom."

I froze. "What?" What?

Her eyes widened at her mistake, immediately repentant.

Jasper joined in, unwittingly saving her. "The way you just looked at Emmett, it's enough to put anyone in their place."

Rose gently patted Emmett's shoulder in sympathy. It only made him look more ridiculous. Alice snorted, which made everyone's laughter start again, this time forcing Emmett and me to join in.

Thump. Thump.

"Oye!" I groaned. A kicking baby and uncontrollable laughter was not a good combination. I rose, setting my book bag on my chair.

"Ladies, restroom?" I looked expectantly at both Rose and Alice. They shook their heads indicating they didn't need to go.

Darn.

I couldn't wait so I made my way out of the cafeteria to the girl's bathroom.

I did my business and left the stall to wash my hands. So far, so good. I reached for the brown paper towels they have in every high school bathroom. The cheap ones that they sit on top of the paper towel dispenser, instead of placing them inside.

Suddenly, I was flanked by two girls I couldn't name. I'd seen them around, giving me snide looks, but had never had the pleasure of being introduced.

I turned around slowly, still drying my hands. I found none other than my favorite skanks, Lauren and Jessica.

I smiled, baring my teeth. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Lauren tried to smile at me like she was being kind. Jessica just crossed her arms and glared, answering, "We came to warn you."

"Really, thanks ever so much." I rolled my eyes.

Lauren used one of her bony manicured fingers to point in my face. "Stay away from Edward."

"Are you kidding?" My face scrunched in confusion over the audacious command.

Jessica took a menacing step towards me. "Stay. Away. From. Edward."

"What is he to you?"

Lauren turned her nose up, and picked imaginary lint of her shirt. "He's out of your league, that's what he is, Fatty." She smirked as the girls giggled.

"Creative. Too bad he asked me out, and not you." I smiled mockingly and threw my used paper towel at her face, hitting it square in her botched up nose.

"Why, you little bitch." Lauren stomped right up into my face.

"What's going on here?" Rose stalked into the restroom with Alice trailing behind her.

"None of your business," Lauren whined.

Alice placed one hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow. "It's entirely our business."

"We were just having a friendly chat. No harm." Lauren tried to laugh like everything was a big joke, smiling at Rose and Alice, like she was trying to impress them, not intimidate their friend.

I snorted. Friendly, yeah.

Lauren nodded her head, and the other girls followed her to the door. "Bella, remember my advice. We wouldn't want anyone to get hurt."

The three of us stood still for a moment making sure the skanks were gone. I began to shake my head.

"Was she dropped on her head one too many times as a child?"

Rose harrumphed. "Either that or brain cell loss from hairspray inhalation."

Alice giggled. "Oh, oh! Or helium she inhaled at her thirteenth birthday left permanent damage."

We all bent over laughing. Dumb Lauren jokes were way better than dumb blond jokes. Once we calmed down, Rose asked. "What was her advice anyway?"

"She warned me to stay away from Edward."

"Ugh," Alice groaned. "He's never even looked twice at her. Honestly, she needs a hobby or something."

"Or something is right. How'd you guys know I was stuck in here?"

Alice bounced over to me with a smile on her face. "Edward noticed how long you were gone, and sent us to check it out. He's probably waiting in the hall right now, worried to death."

Rose rolled her eyes. I smiled. "Well, we mustn't keep him waiting."

We exited the bathroom to find a very worried or perhaps frustrated Edward. He was pacing a ten-foot area, taking four steps back and forth. He had both hands in his hair making it even more unruly. When we stepped out, he stopped in place and came right up to me, placing his hands on both sides of my face.

"Are you okay?" His eyes searched mine, finding the answer before I even spoke, because as soon as he touched me I relaxed infinitesimally.

I nodded.

He pulled me into his chest and held me close, kissing the top of my head. I pulled away. "Edward, really I'm fine. It was just Lauren and her clones. Nothing I can't handle."

He chuckled, like he knew something that I didn't.

I quirked my brows, but he ignored the unspoken question. Huh, maybe she isn't all bark and no bite. It was enough to make Edward almost crawl up the walls. I guessed I would have to be more careful. No need to make Edward prematurely gray. I was already doing that to my father.

I noticed that Edward had my bag. "Ready for class?"

I let him hold my hand all the way there.

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"Are we there yet?" I whined with a smile on my face.

He laughed and squeezed my hand. "Patience, woman."

I giggled. We'd been in the car for almost two hours. We headed North on the 17 and finally veered off onto route 179. I guessed a little while back that we were headed to Sedona, but I didn't say it out loud. I didn't want to ruin Edward's surprise.

I was surprised that he remembered how much I loved that first Friday's hike to see the sunrise. It was one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen. Plus the yelling at the top of my lungs had been liberating.

The view along the drive was beautiful. I'd never seen the desert like this. The first few summers I actually visited my dad we never did much. Seeing the red sandstone formations was new to me and it was breathtaking.

We spent the ride talking and playing twenty questions. I'd ask a question about him, and then he'd reciprocate. Neither of us ventured into the questions we really wanted answered. The questions about our pasts. But all the horrible things about us weren't necessarily the most important. One piece does not define a puzzle. You have to see all the pieces together to see the whole picture.

The more pieces I saw and learned of Edward, the more I liked him.

And he was unbelievably nerdy. Underneath that sculpted exterior there was a comic book, scifi, gaming, bookish, computer nerd. He confessed that every year he attended San Diego Comic Con and even met Joss Whedon. Edward proclaimed that Whedon was a genius in all senses of the word. I'd never heard of Firefly. After he learned that, he said we would have an all-day marathon that would be followed by some movie based off of the show.

I was actually kinda excited.

I told him all about living in a small town. Knowing everyone, everyone knowing you. The security that it can bring. I told him about my mom and her crazy antics. There was a rift between us since… since… that night. But she was still my mom, and I loved her. She saw what she wanted to see, and unfortunately it wasn't the truth.

Edward's face was careful as I talked, like he was cataloging every detail I told him. I was careful not to give stuff away, but he wasn't stupid. His nerdiness showed that much. Also the fact that despite the trouble he had last year he was still first in our senior class. He was trying to put things together. The little parts make the whole, and he was slowly building that whole.

We finally made a left turn off 179 to Cathedral Rock Road. I looked with wonder out the window at the giant red rocks. They were beautiful. They were like ready globs of clay waiting for God to come and form majestic mountains. It was like they didn't know they were majestic already.

"This is amazing, Edward."

He shrugged. "I thought you'd like it. Just wait till we get to the top."

Great, hiking. Yay.

He pulled the Volvo into a parking space. Directly ahead was a little wooden sign that read, "Templeton Trail to the left and Cathedral Rock Trail to the left." I couldn't believe we were going to walk up these big-ass rocks.

"We're going to the top?"

"It's not far, only three-quarters of a mile." My eyebrows flew up. At least I wore my newest pair of sneakers; they had some tread left.

"My family used to come up here all the time before everyone got so busy Mom would pack dinner or lunch and we'd drive up here for the day, choose a trail at random and hike to the top. For a while, I really wanted to be a geologist. I would go to the library for hours after school and read up on every kind of rock, but the red sandstone was my favorite."

I smiled, eager to know more about Edward and his childhood. He took my elbow as we walked over a dry creek bed. Just ahead was a large slickrock area that had a small group of people doing yoga. Each person had a little mat, and they were bent into a position I would never be able to achieve, even before the baby weight.

Edward continued his story while we walked, turning right passing the Templeton Trail. "Did you know that sandstone acts as a kind of filter for water?" I shook my head. "It's porous and it filters out pollutants as water travels through it. It's better than any other kind of natural filter."

We finally reached the base of the trail, and it was steep. This wasn't a hike, this was a climb.

"Uh, Edward, are we going the right way?"

He chuckled and climbed up in front of me, offering his hand to pull me up. I was not as light as I tried to look.

"Come on. You'll be fine. I'll take care of you." He winked.

Holy crap. I have to climb the rocks. I was too surprised to roll my eyes. There was no way out of it, so I gave him my hand and used the other one to find a hold as I pulled myself up onto the first of many giant boulders.

I began huffing as he pulled me up the "trail." He chose to ignore my silent complaints and continued his lesson. "These formations are made by layers upon layers of sand. Sedimentation occurs when the sand stops moving around and settles. Once it's accumulated the sand becomes sandstone when it's compacted by pressure. That's how we get these beautiful peaks and plateaus."

"Wow." I didn't know what else to say, plus I was kinda out of breath. I found it interesting because he obviously did, but I'd never before wanted to learn about rocks.

He ran a hand through his hair. "I just gave myself away, didn't I?"

"Huh?"

"How much of a nerd I really am."

I laughed, breathily. "Naw, you did that when you confessed your love of all things sci-fi."

We smiled at each other, and I blushed. He kept helping me up the rock face as it got steeper.

"Are you sure we don't need harnesses for this?"

He rolled his eyes. "Don't worry. We're almost there."

"You know, I wanted to be an archeologist for a while. That was after I learned I was never going to become a dancer. Terrible experiment. I escaped dance with a sprained wrist and some colorful bruises. The idea of discovering something new about something so old was fascinating to me."

"Why did you give it up?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I found other things I was interested in."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, just stuff I guess."

"You should do what you love."

I stopped for a moment, catching my breath, leaning against the cliff to our right. "What about you? Do you still want to be a geologist?"

"No, not really." He gazed out at the landscape, reds and browns and greens mixed in a swirl of living paint. "I wanted to be a doctor or a teacher, but I don't know anymore." He glanced back to my face. "Life gets in the way, right?"

I nodded. I understood. I had no idea what I was going to do with my life.

He grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently once. "We're almost there, just a little bit more."

I let him help me the rest of the way up the trail. He had to wrap his arm around my waist a few times as I tripped over the unevenness of the ground.

We finally reached the top, and he was right. The dangerous trek was worth it—dangerous for me anyway. The view was spectacular.

Edward pulled off his backpack and set out a blanket he brought. He also brought out bottles of water, sandwiches, grapes, cheese and bread dips, and dessert. I had no idea he'd put this effort into our outing. Nobody had ever made this much effort for me.

Not once in our entire two-year relationship had Jimmy ever been as thoughtful as Edward was being right now.

"Edward, wow, thank you."

"My pleasure."

We lounged on the blanket, eating our picnic and talking about our childhoods, school, and families.

I didn't realize what we were waiting for until the sun began to set. I thought the sunrise in Phoenix was amazing, but it didn't even compare to this sunset. As the sun dipped in the sky behind the red guardians of the desert, the world swirled with color. I gazed in wonder as the yellow and orange framed the crimson peaks and the ground below looked blue-green in darkness.

"Beautiful." Edward whispered. I hadn't even realized I was standing or that he'd joined me. It was like standing made me closer to the beauty of the sunset.

I turned to see Edward staring not out at the landscape, but at me instead. His hand tentatively reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair out of my face.

He was only a hand span from my face, and I looked into his eyes, blushing.

I'd been told before I was hot or sexy, but his simple statement of my beauty meant more than anything I'd heard before.

Edward's eyes flickered quickly from my eyes to my lips, and I knew he wanted to kiss me. I couldn't help it. I wanted him to kiss me too.

He sucked in a quiet breath and licked his lips. My eyes in return flickered to them. I slowly leaned forward, closing my eyes, hoping, praying that he would.

I felt a sharp sting on my right ankle and I shrieked, "Ow! Crap. Ow!" I jumped away from the slicing pain. I shook my foot, and Edward stomped on the scurrying creature.

"Shit! What the hell was that?" I bit my lip, waiting in vain for the pain to subside. Tears pricked my eyes, and I held my breath hoping to keep them back.

"Shit!" Edward exclaimed. He had bent down over the creature that he just smashed. "We have to go now."

"Edward." My voice squeaked out his name, the pain was growing exponentially.

"It was a Bark scorpion. Poisonous. We have to get to the hospital."

My baby.

"Edward!" My leg had gone stiff and was slightly shaking. I didn't know if it was due to the sting or if I was going into shock.

My baby.

"You'll be fine. They are extremely common in Arizona. We just need to go to the hospital just in case. We have plenty of time." He swore under his breath.

I couldn't move. I was frozen in terror. After everything. I still couldn't move.

Edward threw everything into his bag, and I still couldn't move. He took my face in his hands, and wiped away the tears I didn't know I'd shed.

"It's okay. I'll take care of you."

My baby.

He tried to pull me towards the trail. I just wrapped my arms protectively around my center, the shooting pain lost in my fear.

"Edward, I'm pregnant."

"What?"

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Research

Cathedral Rock Trail (pictures): http : / / www . greatsedonahikes . com / cathedralrock / cathedralrock . html

Sandstone: http : / / en . wikipedia . org / wiki / Sandstone

Scorpions: http : / / ag . arizona . edu / pubs / insects / az1223 /