I'll need a short break after this chapter. You should probably all know that I'm getting married in a couple of months, and so that means a lot more time planning a wedding and a lot less time writing a story. Either I can do a chapter every other day or wait a week and you should have your chapters daily. Let me know what you prefer.

When Bella did eventually wake again it was the next day. Alice and Rosalie were once again huddled around her bed. The doctor had given her the all clear to go and a nurse had removed the various tubes that they'd lodged in her.

Edward stood in the background, his arms crossed over his chest. Rosalie and Alice hovered close by.

Bella eyed her friends warily. They were being much too quiet considering everything that had happened and Bella wondered why they weren't peppering her with questions like they had yesterday when she'd woken up.

There was a light knock at the door and they all looked up to see a woman dressed in a dark blue shirt and pants with black braid, brass buttons which were stamped with the City Seal and "SF POLICE". "Excuse me. I am Officer Angela Webber. I'm with the police department that did the forensic report on your car." She looked around at all the people in the room then back to Bella. "Would you mind if I speak with you privately?"

"Uh, yeah." She looked at her friends but they needed no prompting in getting out of there. In a moment they were gone, Edward closed the door behind them, not before asking her to let him know if she needed anything.

"What's wrong?" Bella asked the officer. She looked the woman over, her expression was devoid of much emotion, but there was something there that told Bella that something wasn't right. "Is this about the crash?"

"Yes, actually." She held up a piece of paper in her hand. "It's a report from the crash scene investigation and from the forensics done on the car." She looked Bella over, taking in her injuries. "You were quite lucky to survive." She shook her head. "A crash like that..." she trailed off and looked down at her report.

"I seem to be doing a lot of surviving lately..." Bella murmured.

Officer Webber looked down at her report. "I'm really sorry to have to tell you this, but it looks as though your brake lines were deliberately cut."

"Cut? What do you mean? Somebody cut the lines of the car? That's why I crashed?"

"I have it noted that you don't remember much of what happened. Has that changed? Do you remember anything from the collision?"

Bella shook her head. "I remember getting into the car. I drove out of the car park... And that's it. The next thing I know, I'm waking up here."

"Ms. Swan, will it be okay if I get a full report of what happened from you? You were a little bit out of it yesterday to give any details, but we were able to ascertain a few details from your friend, Edward Cullen. He was the firefighter that found you at the scene."

"Edward found me?"

"Can I ask where you were driving from?"

"Work, I was at work." Bella grabbed at the sheets and balled them in her fists.

"Where do you work Ms. Swan?"

Bella held her breath for a moment as she battled with herself on what exactly she could tell the police officer. She should tell her everything? Or just the bare minimum?

"I work at Indulgences."

"I see." Officer Webber paused. "Do you know of anyone who might want to see you hurt or dead?"

"I work in a strip club. There's probably a lot of people that don't like me."

"When will you be going back?"

"I won't be, I handed in my resignation the night of the crash."

Officer Webber wrote that down on her notepad.

Questions of that nature continued for a while, until the officer sighed and leaned back. "Are you sure there is nobody that you know of that would have done this to you?"

Bella shook her head. She'd given the police officer enough information that if she did a little digging, she might be able to work things out herself. Riley couldn't accuse her of handing him over to the cops. At least, that's what she hoped as the police officer stood to her feet, handed her card, got Bella to assure her that she would call if she came up with anymore information and left.

Bella leaned back into pillow, closed her eyes and sighed.

Rosalie and Alice came back, neither questioned her on what the police officer had said to her. They helped her out of bed and into her clothes. Her body hurt. The bruising on her chest from the seat belt and air bag hurt the most.

"Jazz & Emmett said they could give us all a lift back." Alice was saying as they made their way out to the main lobby. Bella grimaced as she realized that the three of them were now carless, thanks to her. Alice didn't have a driver's license.

"I'm sorry about your car, Rose." Bella said but Rosalie brushed it away, saying it was fine, repeating the same words as she had earlier. She was just happy that Bella was alright. Except Rosalie wouldn't meet her gaze as she spoke.

"Hey, Bella… How are you feeling?" Jasper asked as they met him out at his car. Even he seemed to be eyeing her warily, his eyes flickered over her almost nervously. She didn't have leprosy. What was the big deal?

"A bit sore… You know." She shrugged. What was she supposed to say?

They all split up in the car park when Emmett and Edward moved toward Emmett's car and Jasper ushered the girls towards his. They all arranged to meet back at the girl's apartment.

They arrived home without incident, Bella was still feeling sore and tired and Rosalie helped Bella to her room. Her body was so stiff, she could barely even stretch her arms out to take her jeans off, a side effect from the car accident and so Rosalie helped her out of them.

Silence stretched out between the two girls until eventually Rosalie spoke. "Edward told me." Rosalie said.

"What?" Bella questioned, her heart rate picking up. What had Edward told Rosalie?

"He told me what you've been doing… Bella… Why didn't you tell me?" Rosalie was hurt more than anything else.

Bella's body ached. But a headache was quickly forming to add to the collection of aches and pains Bella felt in her body.

"What exactly did he tell you?" She asked.

"Everything… You're a… You're a stripper, Bella?" Rosalie shook her head as though she couldn't quite believe this new bit of news.

"It's not what you think…"

"He told me everything, Bella. He told me about the money you owe. Why didn't you just come to me?"

"I didn't –"

"You didn't what? You didn't trust me? You didn't want me to know because why? You thought I'd think less of you? Bella, you're my best friend. I'm sorry. I love you dearly but you are a fucking idiot."

"No… Yes… I don't know. I don't know why I didn't tell you."

"You told Edward! I thought you didn't even like Edward, but you couldn't tell me?"

Bella shook her head. She could feel her body heating and tears welling in her eyes. She'd told Edward because she'd trusted him. Sure, he had found out most of it on his own… But she'd revealed all of that stuff to him because she'd thought he would keep her secrets.

How wrong she'd been.

"Edward found out on his own."

Rosalie sighed, resigned. A knock on the door sounded from Bella's bedroom door and the man of the hour poked his head in. Bella's spine stiffened as she saw him, she pointedly looked away.

Edward's brows furrowed slightly as his gaze shot straight to Bella who seemed keen on looking anywhere but back at him.

"Yes, Edward?" Rosalie prompted. The two girls had immediately fallen silent when he'd stuck his head in the room, a stark contrast to the fierce tremble of voices he had first heard before he'd knocked. What had they been talking about?

"I'm sorry to disturb," he said finally. And though he spoke to Rosalie, it was Bella's face he sought. "But Emmett was thinking of taking off now if it's alright with you."

"Emmett's a free man," the blonde responded a little laconically as she rose to her feet, "He can do whatever he wants. He doesn't need my permission."

He tilted his head in surprise, his gaze shifting to Rosalie's for the first time. "I'm sure he knows that. He only brought up now because he was wanting to leave his car with you," Edward said mildly. "Even though I already insisted that you girls could just use mine. And that I would be more than happy to send and pick you up," he added, "If that's what you preferred."

"What?" Rosalie exclaimed. She started for the door and Edward obediently moved out of the way. His eyes softened as he turned back to Bella.

"Hey. I figured I would take off as well but–" he hesitated, "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"

Bella was tucked in bed by the time Edward had entered the room which meant that there was really nowhere for Bella to go and once Rosalie had left, there was also no one there to act as a buffer for her. Bella was furious with Edward, unfortunately for him he had no idea that Bella knew that Edward had told everyone. But how much they knew was yet to be determined.

Rosalie had said that Edward had told them everything. But how did Rosalie know what everything was? Surely Edward hadn't told her about her past as well… Rosalie might know about the dancing and she might now know it was because she was in debt but did she know why? The real reasons?

Bella glanced back at Edward for a moment, her eyes flashed with anger as she took him in, standing there so calmly. Did he even plan on telling her that he'd spilled her darkest secrets to her friends?

"You told them." Bella's jaw clenched as she bit back the thousand names she wanted to fling at him. She wanted to leap out of the bed and slap him across the face. She'd never felt more betrayed in her life. Hot tears sprang to her eyes as she looked Edward in the eye.

"How could you?" Her voice broke.

I'm sure you would all of have done the same thing as Edward if put in a similar place, but it still hurts when someone breaks your trust, even if it is for their own good.