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"How was I supposed to know she was slowly letting go? If I was putting her through hell, hell I couldn't tell. She could've given me a sign and opened up my eyes. How was I supposed to see? She never cried in front of me." – Toby Keith

Chapter 32

EPOV

April 2010

Today is April 27. Exactly three weeks before the national playoffs. I couldn't be any less excited.

It seems like everything around me has become utterly pointless. All I can think about is Bella and how much she is hurting, inside and out. And here I am with a, theoretically of course, perfect life. I just want to help her in some way other than leaving a simple sandwich and pain pills in her locker. I want to show her that I care about her. I want to show her that I still love her. I want to beg for her forgiveness. I want to grovel at her feet until she lets me come back in her life.

But I won't do any of these things. She's in pain because of what I did to her. She hates me for what I did to her, or at least she should. I know I do. I don't think I will ever forgive myself for all the hell I've put her through.

I walk into school moments before the tardy bell rings. I rush over to my locker to shove my bag inside, but a little piece of paper falls out, catching my attention. I pick it up and begin reading it. Little did I know that this one little piece of paper would change everything.

Edward,

I am so sorry for whatever I did to make you hate me. If I have one regret in my life, it's hurting you. You came into my life when I needed you the most, even if I didn't know it. You saved me in so many ways - physically, emotionally, mentally – the list is endless. I know I am not exactly the easiest person to know or to talk to or to even like, but somehow you made me feel wanted.

You meant everything to me. You were my best friend, my lover, my everything. I will forever owe you. I never told you this, but the day that I went to the hospital after I passed out in your arms in school last year, I was going to kill myself later that night. I was making the world a better place. But I didn't go through with it. I thought of you instead. You were the reason, I didn't do it that night. Every bone in my body was telling me to end my suffering, but my heart wouldn't let me. You have never known how much you mean to me until now and I am so sorry for that.

I am sorry I couldn't be a better person for you, no matter how hard I tried. I hope you get all you've ever wanted in life. I hope it brings you true joy and happiness. I hope that once I leave this place, you'll find someone who is good enough for you because I know I never was. I hope you never have to face all the hell that I have been through in my life. I hope your life is nothing but pure bliss from now on. You deserve it.

I know I was hurting you every time you told me you loved me. I knew it was killing you inside that I never said it back. The truth is, I've never felt loved before. I didn't know what or how it was supposed to feel like. By the time that I realized that you might actually love me, it was too late. I had lost you by then. I am so incredibly sorry for all the pain and misery that I have caused you in your life. I hope that now you can live your life the way I know you are capable of doing.

I know that us being together was a joke, a bet, whatever you want to call it. I know you never went out with me because you actually liked me, but whatever the reason, I'm thankful for it. For almost eighteen blissful months, I got to know the most amazing person in the world. I talked to him and I felt wanted, needed even. It was singlehandedly the most amazing experience I've ever had in my entire life. I can't thank you enough for it.

I can't even begin to tell you how much your companionship has affected me. You were the first thing that I thought of when I woke up. You were the last thing on my mind before I fell asleep at night. You were my reason for living. Everything that I did, I did it for you.

All the secrets and lies and deceit… I was trying to protect you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you ever got hurt because of me. If Phil had ever gotten ahold of you… I shudder at the thought. I hope that you will never know the cruelness of my world. Someone as amazing as you should never have to know about the brutality of the world that was my life.

Yet despite all of the horror that was my life, you still always put a smile on my face. You were always there, just waiting for me to open up to you. You don't know how many times I was going to tell you everything, but something always happened that made me stop and rethink my decision.

I realize that by not telling you about me is what drove us apart and I take all the blame for it. None of this is your fault. It's mine. Please don't feel guilty about me or any of this, that was never my intention. I hope you get everything you've ever wanted out of life. I hope you find someone who you can truly love and they can love you back. I hope you live out a long and happy life together. You deserve it. You deserve a perfect ending like that.

You were everything to me. All the good in my life came from you. From the moment that I ran in to you on the first day of sophomore year, I knew you were different. You were everything I could have ever asked for in a friend, in a boyfriend, hell in a person in general. You brought me to life, Edward. I was dead on the inside until that day that I met you. Then you walked into my life and I finally learned what it felt like to experience pure joy. It was utterly and wholly amazing.

I've never felt cared for until the day I met you. You and your family meant the world to me for the short period of time that I was with you.

My entire life, I had wished for someone like you to come into my life and save me from my own personal hell. All I wanted in life was someone to love me. I realize now that what you felt for me wasn't love, but I am still thankful that you made me feel the way you did. I realize now that the entire time we were together, I was nothing but a distraction for you. I was your play thing and then you got bored with me. However screwed up the reason was that you spent the time with me that you did, I will be forever grateful to you for it. I want you to know I don't blame you for anything. I'm not doing this because of you. I hope you know that.

I'm doing this for me. I can't continue living like this. It's not worth it. I've been so empty inside. I haven't felt like this since before I met you. I have nothing to live for now.

That day that you took me to the supply closet and ask me if I was pregnant, I don't think words can describe how shocked I was. When you first grabbed me, I thought you were taking me in there to hurt me where no one could see us, but once again you surprised me. To answer your initial question, no, I'm not pregnant. You don't have to worry about that. You don't have to feel guilty about something that will never happen.

I guess this is it. These are my final words to you. I truly wish you the best in life, may it be filled with joy and love. I hope you never know of the evils that I lived with for almost thirteen years.

You can tell the police where to find my body if you want to. In a matter of hours, I will be at the bottom of the water near the cliffs at La Push.

Thank you for giving me a little bit of happiness in my life. Thank you for everything. You were the one person in this world that ever acted like they cared about me and for that I will forever be grateful. Goodbye, Edward.

Bella Swan

I feel my tears dripping down my face before I even realize that I'm crying.

She thinks I hate her?

She honestly believes that I went out with her, that I made love to her as a fucking joke?

She can't be serious.

I loved her, and I still do.

She's been in so much pain, more pain than I could ever realize.

It's not until I hear Seth's voice that I break out of my thoughts. "Um, Edward? Are you okay, man? You're kind of shaking."

"Bella's going to kill herself." I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Seth whisper-yells.

"She's going to La Push, the cliffs. She's going to jump and kill herself. She thinks I hate her." My voice cracks with every word.

"Then what the hell are we doing waiting around for? We have to go stop her!"

"Yeah, you're right. Let's go." My brain finally decides to kick in.

Seth and I literally sprint back to the parking lot, school not even on our radar right now.

I have to save her.

I can't let her kill herself, not after everything.

I push the accelerator on my car as far down as it will go. Seth and I are completely quiet the entire drive to La Push. Neither one of us know what to say. We just need to focus on saving Bella right now.

When we get into the beach territory, Seth and I jump out of the car and run straight for the nearest cliff. We run as best as we can to the top of the cliff. Despite our adrenaline and our superb hand – eye coordination, it still takes us about thirty minutes for us to get all the way to the top of the cliff. Huffing and puffing as we make our way to the clearing at the edge of the cliff, I gasp in relief when I see Bella's frail body hovering over the edge of the cliff.

Not wanting to scare her and make her fall, I nudge Seth and motion for him to be quiet. We slowly make our way to the edge where Bella is standing.

Careful not to startle her, I quietly make our presence known. "Bella, turn around."

I see her head perk up when she hears my voice, but she doesn't turn around. I try again, this time, I put a little more emotion behind my words. "Bella, baby. Please you need to listen to me. You can't do this. I need you."

I hear her scoff, but I don't get any other kind of reaction from her.

A few minutes pass by until she finally turns around. "No one needs me, Edward. I'm completely insignificant." Her voice is hoarse, probably from not using it for such a long period of time.

"Bella, please step away from the ledge. Let me help you. Talk to me, Bella. I can make everything better, I swear." I know she can hear the desperation in my voice, but I don't care. She needs to know that I still care about her. She needs to know that she doesn't have to do this.

Just like a flip switched in her mind, she turns around and takes another step closer to the edge. Instinctively, I follow her to where I'm a mere few feet away from her. Seth follows my lead.

"If I don't do this now, I'm not going to do it at all," she whispers. I barely have time to process her words before she jumps off the cliff.

Without a moment's hesitation, I take my jacket off and throw it at Seth. "Call 911! Now!" Then I jump in after her.

I'm airborne for a split second before I meet the icy water. On impact, I feel hear something crack, but I don't let it faze me. All I can think about is Bella.

I come up from under the water and take a deep breath. I look around to see if Bella resurfaced anywhere, but don't have any luck. I promptly go back underwater and search for her. I look around everywhere, but I can't find her small body anywhere. I go back to the surface and take another deep breath. I vaguely register that I can hear sirens in the background, but I don't think about that right now. If I can't find her right now, then those sirens won't mean anything.

When I go back under, I find Bella on a rock, unconsciously drifting with the waves. I make my way over to her as fast as I can and drag her to the surface. I start swimming to the shore as fast as I can. When I get there, I immediately check for signs of life. Her lips are a bluish purple color. I can barely find her pulse. She's breathing, but it seems labored. She has a giant gash on her forehead, probably from hitting the rock, so I rip a piece of my shirt off to stop the bleeding.

Suddenly cursing myself for not being able to warm her up because I'm soaking wet too, I try to wake her up so we could get to the ambulance faster. I do everything I can think of, but she just won't wake up.

After five more minutes, the ambulance pulls up behind us. The EMTs rush over to us. They immediately put Bella on a stretcher and contact the hospital on their walkie talkies. When one of them comes up to me and asks me to let him check me out, I refuse. "Take care of her. I'm fine."

The EMT gets this misty look in his eye, as if he knows what is going through my mind right now. "Son, you need to be checked on too. You were obviously in the water and if you're anything like her," he points over his shoulder where the rest of the men are loading Bella onto the ambulance, "you're going to need some serious medical help."

My heart sinks at his words. "Is she going to die?" My voice cracks on the last word.

"I don't know, son. We're going to do everything we can to make sure she lives, but we need to help you too. What good is it if she survives, but you don't? You obviously care about her."

I take a deep breath and nod my head. "I'll let you check me out," I pause and his face lights up, but I continue, "but only after she's in the hospital being taken care of."

The man sighs, but still nods. Together, we walk to the back of the ambulance.

I take Bella's hand in my own and squeeze it as hard as I can. I mentally will her to wake up, but to no avail. I feel tears running down my face for the second time today.

How could I have not seen this happening?

How can I have let this go on for this long?

Why did I have to be such an ass and avoid her for so long?

She's lying, nearly dead, on a stretcher right now and it's all my fault.

I quickly get those thoughts out of my head. Feeling sorry for myself isn't going to help Bella right now.

I have to stay strong for her.

When we get to the hospital, I all but sprint out of the ambulance alongside Bella. It's not until I see my dad that I stop.

"It's okay, son. She's in our hands now. We'll take care of her I promise." His voice is so calm. How can he be so calm about this?

"Dad –" I begin, but he cuts me off.

"Go with Dr. Gerandy. You need to be checked out too, Edward." His tone leaves no room for an argument, so I begrudgingly follow Dr. Gerandy to a room and let him poke and prod at me for a few minutes.

Eventually, he says, "Well, Edward, I do believe you got out on the lucky end. It seems you only have a few scrapes and bruises, so you will be sore for a few days. I do also think you have re-broken your rib, but I will need you to get an X-ray to confirm my theory." It's at this moment that I finally realize that my chest feels like it is being stabbed repeatedly.

I huff, yet allow him to take me to the X-ray room. I end up waiting for about an hour for the results, but it does turn out that I did re-break my rib. Dr. Gerandy gives me a new bottle of Oxycodone and sends me back to the waiting room.

I wait for another half hour before I see my dad come down the hallway. "Dad, what's going –"

I don't get the chance to finish the end of my sentence before Mr. Masen and a lady with a badge come bursting through the front door. "I'm Special Detective Mackenzie Chandler. I need to speak with Dr. Carlisle Cullen immediately," the lady says with authority.

Dad steps forward. "I'm Carlisle Cullen. What's wrong?"

"I'm here to talk to you about the abuse report you sent to Child Protective Service about Isabella Swan."

My ears perk up at the mention of Bella's name.

Abuse report?

So Bella really was being abused by Phil?

This was the report that my parents were talking about when I first broke my rib?

Everything seems to be making sense now.

"What about it? I got an email saying that it was an open and shut case. They said that here wasn't enough evidence to prove that she was being abused," Dad says dejectedly.

"Ah, that would be where I come in, sir. You see, before you sent in that report, the police station where Phil works at sent several reports to the state police department about, well for lack of better words, bad behavior on behalf of Phil. His own men believed him to be a dirty cop. These reports were enough to raise some flags and open up a state investigation on Phil Swan."

"So where does Bella fit into all of this?" I ask eagerly. Maybe Bella is about to get some justice.

Detective Chandler looks at me questioningly, "And where do you fit in with Bella?"

"I'm her boyfriend, or at least I used to be…" I trail off, but apparently my answer is enough because the detective continues.

"By the time that they started investigating Phil, we had received your report claiming that there are signs of physical abuse on Bella. This was enough for them to send me to investigate the situation in person. I emailed you back to try and get you to leave the investigation alone. You were getting too close. If Phil had become aware of the investigation going on around him, then we would have never gotten the proof we needed."

"What proof?" Dad asks.

"Well, I went undercover as Bella's social worker, Helen, to see if I could find enough evidence of abuse to get Phil and Renee thrown in jail for the rest of their lives. But I didn't find enough. Besides having a lack of clothing and basic necessities and her unwillingness to show me her arms, I didn't have enough. So I decided to play along with Phil when he asked if there was another way to keep this on the DL. I let him pay me three grand for my silence. Unbeknownst to him, he signed his jail slip when he signed that check. I drove all night back to my headquarters to show them what I got, but it didn't matter. My case was at the bottom of a list full of suspected child abuse. It wasn't until earlier today that I got the warrant to arrest those two son of a bitches."

"So you have already arrested them?" I can't help the excitement in my voice.

Detective Chandler looks at me. "No, not yet. I went to Bella's house this morning in hopes of rescuing her first before I made the arrest, but she was already gone. I went to the school to find her and that's where I ran into Mr. Masen here." She points to where Mr. Masen has been patiently waiting beside her throughout the story. "I was talking to the lady in the office, Mrs. Cope I believe, and he overheard me asking about Bella. It turns out she had given him a note stating that she was 'sorry she was doing this' and 'I'm sorry I can't be strong for you anymore, but the pain is too much.' Needless to say, when we couldn't find her in the school, we called the police department to see if Phil knew anything about where Bella might have gone, but he was out and no one knew where. I thought the worse and called the hospital and I'm thankful that I did. She had just been brought in when I called, so Mr. Masen and I came straight over. My plan is to arrest Phil and Renee when they get here to 'check on' Bella."

"When we called Renee, she said that it would be a little while before she could get off of work to come by," Dad pipes in.

"Then we'll wait."

Dad nods his head and begins to head back down the hallway, but I stop him from going too far. "Can I see Bella?"

Dad gives me the whole you – don't – get – special – privileges – because – you're – my – son, – you – know, but gives in anyway. "Don't take too long, Edward. She will be unconscious. She has a very severe concussion from hitting her head and hypothermia from being in the water for so long, amongst other injuries. She went into a coma when we tried to warm her body up. We don't even know if or when she will regain consciousness. You need to be careful with her, Edward."

I excitedly nod my head, not because of her injuries but because I get to see her, while Dad gives me the room number and I all but sprint to her room. I slowly open the door and look at my girl lying on the hospital bed. She looks so small and fragile laying there. As I make my way over to her side, I try to take in all of her injuries. Aside from the concussion and hypothermia, Bella's forearms are wrapped up in some kind of gauze. She has bruises all over her body, including her face. Her leg is back propped up and back in a cast. She has some more gauze over the gash on her forehead. She looks completely broken. I can't even begin to fathom the amount of pain that's she's in right now.

Needing some kind of anchor to remind me that she's still here and breathing with me, I grab her hand. I take a deep breath and let out all my emotions.

I begin to cry silently for the broken girl in front of me. Words can't even begin to describe how guilty I feel for everything that has happened to her. She's here, lying in this hospital bed, after an attempted suicide and it's all because of me.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, Bella," I whisper to her, even though I know she can't hear me. "I swear, I'm going to do everything I can to make this right. I will make this up to you, Bella. I promise."

I don't know how long I stay with Bella until I'm interrupted by the door swinging open. "What the hell did you do to my daughter?" Renee yells at me, Phil right behind her. I don't have a chance to respond before my dad, Mr. Masen, and Detective Chandler come in right behind them.

"You two are under arrest for child abuse and for bribing and officer of the law."

I watch as Phil's eyes go wide when he recognizes Detective Chandler. "You bitch! I thought I got rid of you!"

"If you do say anything, what you say can be used against you in a court of law." Detective Chandler continues.

"You have no fucking proof!" Phil wails.

Charlie steps up in front of Phil and says, "We have enough proof to put you two away for the next thirty years."

"Oh, yeah? You think a piece of paper is going to lock the police chief of Forks up?" Phil growls out.

"Yes, I do. Bella has verbally told me that you abuse her and she wrote this letter and put it on my desk this morning. It's in her handwriting and she signed it at the bottom. It has all the proof anyone needs."

"You have the right to consult with a lawyer and have that lawyer present during any questioning." Detective Chandler starts again before she is interrupted by Renee.

"Did I not just get a phone call saying that she tried to commit suicide? Doesn't that make her medially insane? To take care of an insane child requires a little extra force, you know."

"We are still unaware of what happened, Mrs. Swan. There is no need to jump to any conclusions," Dad declares.

Renee goes livid and turns towards Bella's unconscious body. "You little bitch! You could never do anything right! You tried to kill yourself and you even failed at that!"

In a flash, Dad moves around in front of Renee and punches her square in the jaw. I hear a stifled laugh from Detective Chandler and Mr. Masen as I try to stifle my own.

Phil and Renee simply glare at Dad while he sends me an embarrassed smile.

When she gets her composure back, Detective Chandler finishes her statement. "If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you if you so desire," and with that, she forces Phil and Renee out of the door and hopefully out of our lives for good.

Dad, Mr. Masen, and I follow Detective Chandler, Phil and Renee out the door. As soon as we all get out there, we are blindsided with flashes of cameras.

"Chief Swan, can you tell us what's going on?" One reporter asks.

"Mr. Swan, over here!"

"Do you have anything to say for yourselves?"

Who knew that the chief of Forks and his wife getting arrested would be so scandalous? I chuckle lightly to myself.

As soon as I see Phil and Renee in the back of Detective Chandler's car, I go back inside to Bella.

**TCWT**

For the next few days, I don't leave Bella's side. I spend every waking moment trying to think of ways to get her to wake up. I silently will her to wake up, but nothing has worked.

By now, I'm sure the entire town has heard what's happened. With Phil's and Renee's arrest being on TV and the talk of a small town, I don't know how anyone could have missed it.

Right now, Seth and I are sitting together by Bella's bedside, not talking or anything. Our unsaid thoughts are only for Bella. He has come by every day since the incident just to check on her and so does Mr. Masen.

Both of our heads jerk to the right when we hear the door open. I smile softly when I lock eyes with my mom. "I brought you two some food. I figured you need it since you've been up here basically twenty – four seven for the past four days."

I smile and say, "Thanks, mom."

Mom does her best to smile back, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She glances over at Bella and asks, "Any news?"

My smile immediately disappears. "No," I say softly. "Nothing."

"She'll wake up when she's ready."

I sigh, but don't respond.

Mom starts to walk out the door, but stops suddenly. "Oh, Edward. I almost forgot to give you this." She hands me a sheet of paper.

"What is it?"

"I don't know. It looks like a letter, but it was addressed to you. I found it on the doorsteps this morning."

I look at the letter skeptically. Who do I know that even writes letters like this anyway? Other than Bella, of course, and I know she didn't write it.

"Um, okay. Thanks, mom."

"You're welcome, sweetie. Let me know if anything changes, alright?"

"Alright. Bye, mom."

When she is out the door, I quickly open up the letter.

Edward,

I don't know how else to say this, so I'm just going to come right out and do it.

I'm sorry. I so unbelievingly sorry for what I've done. If I had any idea that what I've been doing would have this kind of reaction, I never would have done it. You've always been my best friend, you know? I guess I just got jealous of Bella, but I swear I never wanted to take it this far. This was all her idea.

I only wanted a fuck buddy. I didn't know I got a psychopath instead. She was obsessed with Bella and making her life miserable. Ever since Emmett's party from like two years back, I've been screwing her. I had no idea it would eventually lead to all of this.

She always told me this shit about Bella. I never thought it was true though, that is until now. I thought it was just a game. Like hide and seek, you know? I never wanted anything of this to happen and I'm so sorry that it did.

When Tanya first told me that when she was screwing James Hunter, Bella's neighbor, and he saw Bella get beaten up by her foster dad through the window, I thought it was a joke. She told me that we, James and I, should prank her and make her believe that she had some creepy stalker who knew everything about her. I thought it would be fun, but I never thought she would make us take it this far. Hell, the only reason I did it in the first place was so that I could keep screwing her. I didn't mean any of it, I swear to you. I never wanted any of this to happen.

The night of the party, I didn't want to do it, but she made me. She said it would be the only way you would go with it. I didn't want to drug you, but I just couldn't say no to her, you know? So, I did it and I watched as you became more and more unaware of what was happening around you. I saw the look on Bella's face as she walked on you and Tanya making out. It was supposed to be a joke. No one was supposed to get hurt, or at least that's what she told me. It was all her idea. I never meant for it to go this far.

We used to be best friends, you and me. We did everything together and then it just stopped when you met Bella. I guess that's another reason I did this. I wanted revenge. I wanted to see someone else suffer for me being left out and ignored. But I had no idea that it would come to this.

When Tanya told me that she told Bella to go kill herself, I didn't think that she would actually go through with it. I laughed along with Tanya as she told me how Bella ran out of the school with tears threatening to run down her cheeks. I fucking laughed at her and she actually tried to kill herself.

I know you were truly in love with Bella. I've known you for a long time and I've never seen you act the way you did when you were around her. For that, I am sorry. I never should have done the things that I did to her or to you. I'm not asking for forgiveness, I just thought you should know before I leave.

The guilt is unbearable. I can't live with myself anymore, knowing that I was part of the reason that a seventeen year old innocent girl tried to kill herself, and still might succeed if she doesn't come out of this coma.

After today, you'll never have to worry about me doing anything to Bella again.

I'm sorry, Edward. I'm so sorry.

Jacob Black

My eyes go wide as I read the last few sentences over and over again. Is he implying what I think he's implying?

Without a second thought, I turn to Seth. "Can you watch over her for a little while? I need to go check on some something?"

"Yeah, of course. Are you okay, Edward? You seem a little, I don't know, distressed. Is it about the letter? Who was it from?"

"Nobody. It's nothing probably. I just need to go. I'll be back soon, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I'll call you if anything changes."

I run out the door before Seth finishes his sentence. Even though I don't want to leave Bella, I need to make sure that Jacob isn't doing what I think he's doing. I need to go check on him.

I speed out of the parking lot and make my way to Jacob's house. When I get there, I feel marginally relieved when I see his car in the driveway. I pull in behind it and quickly get out of my car. I practically run inside his house, not bothering to knock on the door.

"Jacob? Are you here?" I yell out.

The house is quite… too quiet. I walk into Jacob's room, and instantly regret it. Lying on the floor is Jacob's body, or at least what's left of it. There's blood everywhere. I look around to try and figure out what happened. I see a gun in his right hand pointing at his head.

He shot himself.

I can't help the gasp that comes out of me. I feel tears running down my face as I run towards Jacob's lifeless body.

"Jacob! Jacob, wake up! This isn't funny man! You can't do this to me! You've got to wake up."

I blindly reach for my phone in my pocket. I dial 911 quickly.

"Help me, please. There's blood and I don't know what to do. He isn't breathing. He had a gun." My voice is barely understandable. I keep choking on my sobs with every word. I vaguely register someone saying that an ambulance is coming, but I don't respond. I don't know how.

The most important person in my life just tried to kill herself and now the guy that I have been friends with since elementary school did just kill himself.

I don't know how I'm supposed to cope.

A/N: Do ya'll hate me yet? What do you think of Edward's reaction? Do you think he did the right thing by saving her? What about Jacob? Did ya'll expect that? DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND THE WHOLE THING WITH THE SOCIAL WORKER/ CPS UNDERCOVER DECTIVE LADY? I know a couple of you guys were pretty mad when you read about her involvement a couple weeks ago. If you still don't understand, PM me and I will answer any questions you have. Renee finally got her dream of being on TV…haha. Any questions? Tell me what you thought with a review! Next up, BPOV!