Oh shit. Oh god, oh god, oh god. You had to do it, didn’t you Bella. You stupid cow! His hand continued to trace my back, my memories, my scar. I was quite amazed I had kept from him, from anyone for so long. Being on my back was quite easy, but it being a 10 inch scar, that is when it starts to get difficult. I had to wear different tops, always covering it up because I was embarrassed by it. It was a constant reminder of how weak I was.

“Bella?” Edward’s worried voice pulled me back to reality. He tried to roll me over from my current position but I protested, trying to make it hard for him too. Damn him and his vampire strength. I was lying on my stomach in the immediately. I shuddered under his touch when I heard him gasp as he continues to trace my scar with his fingers. I started to kick and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but I was going nowhere.

“Bella, how…?” He began, becoming lost for words.

“Edward, get the hell off me!” I shrieked at him, but he ignored and continued to stare at it.

“It’s a …. Scar?”

“No shit Sherlock! Your hurting me, get off!” I screamed at him, and only this time did he listen. I grabbed what was left of my clothes, and ran upstairs and into Alice’s bathroom. I caught my reflection in the mirror, and didn’t realise I was crying; or still naked. I wiped my tears and my smudged mascara away and rummaged around in Alice’s wardrobe for anything casual, like a t-shirt or tracksuit bottoms. I found no such items. I ended up settling on a pair of navy blue skinny jeans and a South jumper. I checked once more in the mirror to make sure I looked okay, unlocked the door, and headed downstairs. Before I even reached the bottom step, there was Edward.

“Bella, I ….”

“Tell Alice I will wash and return these by tomorrow.” I saw the remains of my pink lace set on the display cabinet so I casually walked over and put them into my pocket. The last thing I need right now is Emmett finding this. I could never live that down. I walked back over to Edward and gave him his belt, in which I picked up by accident. I felt his cold firm grip grasp around my wrist and he yanked my body into his, not placing his hands on my back.