Important! While this is based on my life and the events that have taken place involving me, this is a Fanfiction and there will be fiction in the story. Enjoy!

Last time:

The rest of the day passes just as fast as the first half and I soon find myself outside my house, sitting in Edward's car. He has both of my hands in his and he is rubbing circles on my wrists. He has already said goodbye and I have said it back, but I haven't made a move to get out of the car and he hasn't let go of my hands for me to even be able to. I like sitting here with Edward. It's relaxing.

"Can I pick you up for school tomorrow?" he asks and I giggle slightly. "What?" I blush and smile at his cute confused face.

"Tomorrow is Saturday." He smiles back at me and rolls his eyes at himself.

"I knew that. I was just testing you," he teases and I laugh, which makes him join in. When he sobers up, he starts rubbing his circles again. "Then, can I see you tomorrow?" His voice is serious again as he asks. I bite my bottom lip and look down at our hands before looking back at him from under my lashes.

"I think I'd like that," I admit, feeling my cheeks tint pink. He sucks in a breath and then smiles widely.

"Thank you." His voice is just a breath as he leans over, his face really close to mine. I freeze, unsure of what he is going to do. As he sees the hesitation in my eyes, his lips go to my cheek and he leaves a lingering kiss there before letting go of my hands.

"Bye, Bella." He smirks and I just sit there, stunned at what just happened. I blindly reach for the door and open it.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow," I say as I shut the door behind me.

Chapter twenty-eight.

Now:

"Any plans for today?" Charlie asks me from across the table as Renee hums softly to herself, making some sort of breakfast food.

"Nope," I tell him, biting into an apple. He nods and I smile softly at him. The one great thing about Charlie is that he doesn't hover. Unlike my mother, who is currently watching me; a spatula in her hand.

"Good. Alice will be here in ten minutes to pick you up." Renee smiles at me and then faces the stove again, turning what I think is bacon over in the pan. I feel my face fall and my heartbeat pick up. I don't want to go out. I haven't gone out since I got back from the hospital just over a week ago, other than for check-ups and school yesterday, and I don't plan on going out today.

"I'm not going," I simply state in reply, not wanting to argue with her.

"Yes, you are. Your ribs are better now and Carlisle said you should walk around some more, get active again." She leaves no room for discussion and I can't help but notice how Charlie doesn't say a word. He set me up. Thanks, Dad.

"Please don't make me," I whine and Charlie smirks behind his newspaper.

"Rosalie isn't even in Forks, so I don't know why you are so worried." Renee sighs, quickly glancing at her watch. After what happened in front of most of the school yesterday, Rosalie has gone to stay with her grandparents in Port Angeles for a while. Her court case is coming up and if she has to go to jail, which I very much doubt, or do community service of something, she will be doing it over in Port A. Emmett hasn't taken her leaving well. When he came home last night, he stormed around the place before he went and sulked in his room. He hasn't come out of his room since.

People have been texting each other since yesterday about Rosalie's drug addiction. I rolled my eyes when Alice called me to tell me. I know Rosalie is many things, but a drug addict isn't one of them. Alice agreed with me, but I can tell that she still thinks she could be. I don't really know Rosalie and Alice knows her better than I do.

"Yeah, but everyone else is," I groan and she shakes her head at me.

"You're going."

All too soon, I find myself sitting in the back of Alice's car as she speeds along the roads, trying to get to Seattle as quickly as possible. What Renee failed to tell me is that it wasn't just the two of us going shopping. I never knew that he would willing go shopping with Alice; but sure enough, Edward sits in the front seat, wincing when Alice makes a sharp turn or tries to pass someone.

We arrive at the mall and climb out the car. Alice drags us both towards the stores she wants to go in and we follow her silently, letting her do what she likes. We finally go in a store that I wanted to have a look into, and she goes straight to the jeans while I go to the back wall, towards the sweat pants and track suits. I quickly look through the racks then remember that Edward is with us. If I get something, he is bound to see what size I am and he will be disgusted. Even Alice doesn't know what size I am.

With a sigh, I put back a pair of sweat pants and go to find Edward and Alice again. As soon as I reach them, she has my hand in hers and practically skips over to the where I was just looking. She looks through the racks, claiming that she needs new sweat pants for gym. When she finds what she wants, we head to the registers when she stops dead in her tracks and looks at my empty hands.

"Isabella, aren't you getting anything?" Alice asks, her voice hinting that I need to get something before we leave. I shrug and slowly finger through the racks of sweat pants and hoodies. I find the black ones I was looking at before and pull out a pair in my size.

"You got the wrong size, Bella," Edward whispers as he comes up behind me and looks over my shoulder at what I am holding. I blush. I didn't want him to know what size I am, but I guess it's too late.

"Nope. This is right." I try to sound cheery, but it falls flat.

"Bella, you don't really think you are a sixteen do you?" His voice is strained and I gasp at the sorrow in it. I shrug and he shakes his head once before turning back to Alice, talking about a pair of jeans he saw in another shop. She says we will pay for our things here, and go with him while he picks them up. He glances at me once then tells us he will meet us over there.

Edward gets his jeans and I tell them that my ribs are beginning to ache. Since the incident with the sweat pants, Edward hasn't really spoken much. I feel so guilty, like it has something to do with me. He always seems to want to know how I see myself and I plan on telling him tonight.

On the drive back, Edward insists on driving, so Alice joins me in the back and talks about what she saw today and what she bought. Edward and I stay silent, letting her talk while we pretend to listen. They drop me off at my house and I whisper to Edward to come by later at nine. He says he will and I wish them both good night before going into the house.

No-one is home, so I go up to my room and drop off my bag, and then sit on my bed and take a deep breath. I feel hot from sitting in the car and shopping all day, so I decide to take a shower. I slowly stand up and make my way to the bathroom; a fresh towel draped over the crook of my arm. I lock the door as I wait for the water to heat up. As soon as it is at the right temperature, I climb in and lather my hair and body with soap before washing it all off again. I stay in longer than needed, basking in the feel of the hot water pelting against my skin.

When I get out, I wrap the towel around me and head to my bedroom. Pulling out my hair dryer, I dry my hair first. It falls in curls down my back and I smile. I really do love my hair. Next, I pull out a black bra and matching boy shorts. The silk robe Renee brought me for Christmas goes on over top and I sit on my bed, my eyes on my hands in my lap.

"Bella, are you okay?" I look over at Edward as he climbs in through the window and I nod, offering him a shy smile. I stand and turn back towards the full length mirror I brought in from Renee's room. I look down at the floor in front of it, taking several deep breaths. When I look back up, I see Edward through it. He's watching me with a curious smile.

"I'm fine, Edward." He nods and sits on my bed, eyeing me curiously.

"Why are you wearing that?" he asks, gesturing towards my robe. I close my eyes and slowly undo my robe, dropping it to the floor.

"Do you want to know what I see in the mirror now, Edward?" I ask. I open my eyes and look into his through the mirror. He swallows hard and nods, his eyes moving down my body. I want to pick my robe back up and cover myself, but I stop myself by clenching my fists and taking a scan of my body.

"When I look at myself in the mirror, I see what everyone else sees - a fat, ugly girl with no friends and no life. When I look in the mirror, I want to be sick. I see boring brown hair and dead brown eyes. I see years of hurt and fear written all over my face and I can see that I will never be good enough for anyone, especially the one guy I like." I pause and blush slightly, hoping he doesn't catch on that it's him. "I see the pain in my eyes and it scares me. All over my body, I see the scars of what has happened to me. I see the bruises still littering my skin, showing me of how weak I really am." I take a deep breath. "I see that my legs are nearly four times as big as they should be and I see the stretch marks on my hips and legs. I see big boobs that I don't like, and I can't see my feet, because of said boobs. My hips are too big and I don't really have a waist. I see a massive stomach that I just want to cut off." I swallow and blink back tears. "I'm huge, Edward." I sigh, looking into his eyes through the mirror.

"Do you wanna know what I see?" he asks, standing up from the bed stepping closer to me. I can feel the heat coming off of his body against my back and I shiver slightly.

"What do you see, Edward?" My voice is quiet and breathy, but I know he has heard it.

"I see an incredibly beautiful, sexy woman." I roll my eyes and let out a short laugh. "Please, let me finish." I nod hesitantly and he smiles slightly in thanks. "I see a brave woman that has had to go through far too much in her short life. I see amazing mahogany hair that I want to run my fingers through. I see beautiful chocolate brown eyes that I could get lost in; in fact I do almost on a daily basis." He smiles and I blush a light pink color. "I see an amazing blush that I know most of the guys at school love, even if they won't admit it to anyone, other than themselves." I look at him in shock and he nods his head at me in the mirror.

His hands are suddenly on my shoulders and the warmth of his hands makes me shiver again. He smirks but his eyes are on his hands. "I see smooth creamy skin that does things to me that I don't want to admit right now." The blush on my face turns bright red and my body freezes when his hands move from my shoulder, down my back to my waist. "I see womanly curves that also do things to me. I see perfect hips that lead to amazing legs." His hands follow his words and I can feel my body get hot and my heart start to race.

"I see a few stretch marks, yeah, but it just tells me that you're real. I see a tummy, but to be honest, I really like it." His fingers dance over the flabby skin at my stomach, almost as if he was playing the piano. "I see an amazing pair of breasts." My breathing stops when his hands graze the underside of my breasts, but he doesn't go farther than that. "You can't even begin to understand how hard it is for me not to…" he pauses and groans slightly before clearing his throat. "Anyway." He lets out a deep breath.

"You are so beautiful, Bella. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You're kind and caring, and you are such a good person. You are everything I could ever want in a woman and I want you so badly," he finishes and his hands fall back to my waist, his fingers massaging the skin there. I turn around slowly so that I am facing him. He doesn't move his hands away and I don't want him to.

"Do you really mean that?" I ask, tears building in my eyes. Everything he said was so beautiful and it made me feel beautiful. He said everything the opposite of how I really feel and I want him to say it again. The way his hands moved over my body, it was like he was worshipping me.

"I mean every word," he whispers, his promise surrounding us. My tears spill over and down my cheeks. "Please don't cry. I'm sorry if I upset you." I shake my head, a smile on my face.

"These are happy tears," I admit with a shrug. He smiles with me and I want him to kiss me. "Kiss me." The words leave my lips before I can stop them. He looks shocked that I asked and he looks my straight in the eyes.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to do something you don't want to."

"I want you to kiss me, Edward." I keep eye contact with him, trying to put across that I really do want him to kiss me. He nods slightly to himself, and then his eyes go to my lips. His head slowly leans towards me and his eyes flick between my eyes and my lips. I just want his lips on mine and I don't feel the fear that I thought I would.

A million questions run through my head, but I can't seem to stop them. What if I suck at kissing? What if I taste funny? What if he doesn't like it? What if this is a game to him and I get my heart broken? What if he tells everyone at school how much of a bad kisser I am and everyone makes fun of me?

"Don't over think it," he whispers and as he speaks, his lips graze mine. All questions leave my head and I gasp at the tingly feeling his lips give me, my eyes fluttering closed. He lips brush mine again and it's like my body takes over, telling me what to do and when to do it. Our kiss is simple, just slight brushes of lips, and I can feel him smile against me.

I gasp again when his tongue licks across my bottom lip almost shyly. My hands go up his arms slowly and find his neck, tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. His hands on my waist pull me closer to him and his arms go around to my waist, pressing into the skin at the small of my back.

His lips slow against mine. Eventually, he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, brushing his nose against my nose playfully. I smile and open my eyes, looking into his amazing emerald orbs.

"Wow," I breathe, still trying to get my breath back from that kiss.

"Yeah, wow." he pants along with me.

"That was some first kiss," I admit, my face heating up.

"It was better than the last time I tried to kiss you," he admits with a laugh and I raise my hand from his neck to his bottom lip, tracing the small scar there. I drop my hand and his eyes leave mine, tracing down my body. "Maybe you should get dressed." He swallows and I nod, moving away from him. I should have known that was what he wanted. All of those nice words just for that. I should have known that he was disgusted with me.

"Okay," I whisper and go over to my robe, picking it up and quickly put it on. I fall into the chair just to my right and grab a hair band, pulling my hair up into a ponytail. I can feel that my face has fallen; rejection creeps up on me, going around my heart and making the shattered feeling come back.

"Bella, I didn't mean it like that." He groans and comes over, sitting on his knees just in front of me. "I mean that if I have to see you in your underwear any longer, I might not be able to control myself." He wiggles his eye brows at me and I can't help the smile that breaks out on my face.

"Really?" I ask.

"Really." He stands and takes my hand, making me stand and pulling me to the bed. He lies down and pulls me with him, making me lay next to him.

He holds me in his arms for a while, kissing my forehead and lips gently and looking into my eyes. Everything is so intimate and I can't help but wish we could stay like this forever. I want to stay wrapped up in him with no drama from school or from the bullies, or even from Emmett and my parents.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," I admit, looking up at him from my place on his chest.

"Me, too." He pauses and I can see that he is thinking about something. I ask him to tell me what is bothering him and he looks up at the ceiling, contemplating, before looking back into my eyes. "Bella, I feel very strongly for you. I don't know what it is, but I know that it's powerful." I want to laugh, but I hold myself back. Where did he get that from? A book? Alice? "I'm not joking," he groans and I giggle.

"Sorry, it just sounded really cheesy." I admit, hoping he won't hate me.

"I know. I guess what I'm trying to say is, will you be my girlfriend?" I bite the inside of my cheek before kissing his lips once softly.

"Yeah, I will." His smile is radiant and his eyes are bright as he catches my lips with his.

N'aww. I actually loved writing this chapter. I feel that Bella is finally moving on from her horrible past and she has Edward as an added bonus ;)

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