*Walks in casually looking around as I stumble across a massive pile of pitchforks, shovels, and a freshly dug grave*

Oh hi there! How are you? Is this hole for me? Oh, you shouldn't have! I've been wanting to build an impenetrable bomb shelter and you all have gone and done half the work for me! THANK YOU!

Okay, here you go, didn't want you all pulling your hair out over the last ending. Toodles!

Twilight Crystal is my evil twin and I only own the plot!

Cover Girl Chapter 13

Edward's eyes widened, his mouth flapped open and shut as he tried to speak but couldn't find the words, and he couldn't move as she stepped towards him, uncertainty in her eyes and her movements slow as if he would attack if she moved too quickly. Edward let his eyes look her up and down, not believing what he was seeing and unsure if it was all real. And when she spoke without her accent, he knew that his eyes weren't deceiving him. But to reconfirm the unbelievable situation, he looked into the hallway and saw a waiter roll a room service cart by. He quietly shut the door and turned back to the woman in his room.

"Edward, please let me explain," Bella said as she stood before him, her hair wet and her skin red from the shower.

He couldn't speak, didn't know what to say, but nodded his head for her to continue.

"When I first took this job, I was ashamed and didn't want people to know it was me. Jasper and I came up with a few ideas, changing my hair color, colored contacts, and photoshopping the pictures, but no matter what I still resembled me too much for my liking. He employed the help of a makeup artist who finally changed my appearance enough so that I was still me, but I didn't look the same. She used a body paint to lighten my skin, airbrushing my entire body before each shoot or event. My makeup was done to alter the shape of my face in the photos with shadows and highlights, but for events when I'd have to be up close and personal with people, she'd use special effects makeup to slightly alter my features, covering it all up with makeup so no one could tell. I used the blonde wig to change my appearance even more, and the colored contacts to take it a step further. I even go as far as wearing butt enhancing panties and these horrid things that look like chicken cutlets to make my breasts look larger. I didn't want people to know it was me, and I especially didn't want my dad finding out. How do you think Chief Swan would have taken the news of finding out his only child was being photographed nude for the entire world to see?"

Bella paused her explanation and took another tentative step forward, but Edward's corresponding step backwards stopped her in her place.

"I'm sorry, Edward, I really am. I just had to know. I had to know if you'd still want me as me if you ever found out who I really was. I didn't ever expect to see you again, and when I did see you on campus, I was over the moon elated. I wanted you to attend UNLV so we could reconnect and maybe explore more, and knowing that I was retiring soon and you wouldn't wonder where I was on those nights or why I had to go out of town often was a major plus. But then you showed up at the expo and literally ran into me and I panicked. I shouldn't have tried to throw myself at you like that, especially not as Rosalie, but I just knew you would have found out what I had been doing the last few years and you would have become obsessed with it given your reaction to seeing Rosalie in front of you. So I tested you, and I'm so sorry for doing it, I'm so sorry I couldn't trust you enough to just tell you, but you don't know how it's been for me with the Rosalie persona and how guys treat me. I've had married men make passes at me and slip me access cards to their hotel rooms; I've been pawed and leered at, even stalked, and I had to make sure that you weren't like that. And you aren't, Edward. You resisted and more, you even told me that I wasn't enough and that the real me was so much better. It was then that I knew I had to reveal myself to you and I feel so horrible for deceiving you like I did. Please, please tell me you understand and that you forgive me. Please, Edward. Please! I didn't know how else to tell you, I just wanted you to know everything and this was the only idea I could come up with."

Edward had stopped looking at her while she explained what was going on. He just couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. This had to be some sick joke, something Emmett concocted to laugh at him. He even looked around the room for any cameras but found none. No, this was real, it had actually happened, and it showed that Bella didn't trust him. He could understand why, and he didn't really expect a lot of trust out of her given that they hadn't seen each other in years. But to know that she lied to him, tried to get him to basically cheat on her to test his worthiness, it was beyond reasonable comprehension in his mind and he still couldn't wrap his head around her skewed method. One thing he did know was that he was disgusted by it all.

"Who are you? I mean really, who are you?" he asked, glaring at her.

"I'm Bella, you know me, Edward. I'm still Dizzy Izzy. I've just grown up some," she replied in a broken voice, tear streaming down her face.

"No, you're not the Bella I used to know, or the one I thought I had reconnected with. The Bella I knew back in the day would never be this devious. The Bella I knew considered me her best friend, and trusted me implicitly. You should have given me the benefit of the doubt, Bella."

"You have to understand, I had to know! I had to know if you'd still want me when you found out, or if you'd be obsessed with the idea that I was her!"

"No! No! Did I ever give you the impression that I was some crazed fan? Some psychotic obsessed guy? Hell, I even told you that I wasn't even enjoying the expo in our texts! And when I did run into you, did I ever try anything? Was I ever anything other than nice and a gentleman?"

Bella dropped her head as she whispered, "no."

"Exactly! So why did you have to keep it up? Why couldn't you have just told me instead of leading me on like…like…like a whore?"

"Please don't call me that," Bella nearly growled while still not looking at Edward.

"Why not? It's how you were acting only fifteen minutes ago. You threw yourself at me, you tried to get me to touch you, hell, probably fuck you the way you were going. What would you have done if I had gone through with it? How do you know that I wouldn't have? And then what would you have done, tried to get me to stop? What if I wouldn't have, what then, Bella? What would you have done? Jesus! You don't even realize the severity of how you fucking handled this, do you?"

"I…I'm…"

"You're what? Sorry? Well so am I! I'm sorry I even had hopes for something with you. I'm sorry I didn't see it to begin with. God, how stupid could I be not see that it was really you? You must have been laughing at my stupidity, my naivety in the whole situation. I mean, fuck, Bella! I was actually excited to have found you again, excited for what could have been. And then you go and pull some sick and twisted shit like this? Just…just…fuck! Just leave. Now!"

Edward stood and opened the door before turning to glare at Bella. She looked up at him through damp hair that had fallen in her face.

"I'll just grab my things," she said meekly and slowly shuffled to the bathroom, reappearing a moment later with a bag stuffed with clothes and her blonde wig.

She walked timidly towards Edward and he just averted his eyes when she tried to look at him. He could see that she had stopped in front of him but he didn't turn to look at her. He felt her get closer and then she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Her final action before walking out of the room was in the form of a whispered and broken apology in his ear.

"I truly am sorry, Edward. I never meant to hurt you. I was only protecting myself and I was too scared to trust anyone, even you. In time I hope you'll forgive me. Goodbye."

And then she was gone. Edward shut and locked the door behind her and then collapsed on the floor in front of it, his head in his hands fighting back tears of pain. Though his sadness quickly turned to anger and he began punching the floor, not stopping until his knuckles split open and there was some blood spatter on the tile.

Frustrated that his outlet had turned messy and extremely painful, he jumped up and grabbed a towel for the mess, and then his eyes zeroed in on the mini-fridge in the room that contained a multitude of alcohol. He ripped the door open and grabbed out two handfuls of the little bottles, not even caring what he had grabbed.

One after another, he untwisted the caps and downed the cold burning liquid. Each tasted a little worse than the last, and Edward lost count as the little bottles littered the floor at his feet. At some point the alcohol won and he fell over, passing out on the foot of the bed with tear stained cheeks, bloody and busted knuckles, and a broken heart.

*Peeks out from the newly built deluxe bomb shelter and sees the pitchforks and shovels being picked back up*

So, um...I take it you liked it?

*Ducks for cover and locks the door shut while giggling*