Short, tiny chapter detailing what happened as Bella slept.

EDWARD:

This was wrong.

Edward had never particularly bothered distinguishing with what was "good" or "bad", or what was "right" and what was "wrong". His moral nihilism had made life a lot simpler for him in the four years head been on his home.

But staring down at Bella, sleeping and completely helpless and unaware, made something stir inside of him that felt foreign.

... guilt?

Rosalie coughed behind him and she let out an annoyed sound. "Let's go, Edward."

He shook his head, slipping his fingers into Bella's pocket and pulling out an old, worn wallet with fifty dollars in it and a student ID. He prodded quickly and gently through the rest of them, finding but stray change.

"Her earrings," Rosalie said. "Take her earrings. Those have got to be worth something."

Edward looked back at her and she shrugged. "What? You feeling guilty?"

Edward frowned and she laughed. "Fuck Edward. Don't go getting weak on me now." Rosalie chuckled. "You weren't weak with that methhead at the bar."

Edward clenched his jaw, then reached up and removed the earrings from Bella's ears. Rosalie grinned.

"There wasn't shit in her jacket." Rosalie tossed the windbreaker aside. "I thought you said she was worth something, Edward."

"I did!" He snapped.

Rosalie snorted. "Whatever. Now, that bitch at the bar was worth something.." Rosalie sighed. "Too bad, what happened to her..." she shot Edward a glance and grinned. "Did it make you feel better Edward?"

Edward clenched his fist tightly and stalked up to Rosalie, roughly shoving her against a wall. "Shut up, before she wakes up."

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Not like she's a threat or anything. You could easily take care of her." Rosalie walked over to Bella and pointed at her face. "You do that?"

Edward ignored her. Rosalie smirked. "Let's get out of here, Eddie." She brushed against his arm with her fingers and disappeared out the front door.

Yeah, this was wrong.

Edward didn't falter, however, but he did glance back at Bella, sleeping on an old beanbag chair and felt... sorry he guessed.

Sorry for her. Maybe because she had gotten herself involved in all of this shit.

And he sighed, following Rosalie and forcing his eyes off of Bella.

He felt sick. Not guilty, but sick.

And he hadn't felt sick in a long time, so he didn't understand why, all of a sudden, his stomach was churning.

"EDWARD!"

Right, Rosalie was waiting.

So he left, and Bella laid there, stirring slightly. Before he could make it outside, he remembered he had to get his keys, so he doubled back to retrieve them from a nightstand near Bella.

As he reached down to grab them, Bella's eyes fluttered open and she studied him, confused. "Edward?"

Rosalie was shouting for him, but he still took the time to squat down and coax her back into slumber. "Go back to sleep, Bella. Go back to sleep..."

And she did, and then Edward left for real that time, and didn't look back.

This is probably the last I'll update for a few days to a week or two, because I'm gonna try to write the next three chapters before updating, so stay tuned, guys! And thank you ALL for your reviews. I love you guys, and you guys motivate me to be a better writer!

(you guys probably hate me for making Rosalie an antagonist, but someone had to be it)