Sooo, not as long of a wait but still a wait:/ Sorry guys. But hey, its longer ;p

Good news is my exams are OVER! Whooo, which means i get my life back. And i got a job. xD So, i may be a little busy but i will still find time to write this story. [In regards to this story PLEASE read the AN at the bottom.:)]

So, i got some pretty negative reviews last time with the way i wrote Bella and her response to Carlisle, fair does and all. However, although it is explained several times in the story -I'll go over it just quickly ;) The reason i made Bella respond like that was because when she and Edward broke up she was pretty much hateful towards everyone and basically she doesnt want to return to that again. But she has NOT completely forgiven Carlisle, i'm sorry if i didnt make that clear. :/

But yeah, anyways. I hope you like this chapter. Not many more to come after this ;)

Chapter Thirteen

I left the Cullen's house shortly after. I was so confused. I didn't know what to feel. Edward had left some time ago, maybe I should have gone after him straight away but I needed Carlisle to know. We spoke for a little bit afterwards. He wasn't completely forgiven by me, maybe he never would but I didn't hate him. I'd hated for so long, almost everyone. If it weren't for Rosalie, I would have had no friends for a long time, the first year after I left Forks. I made it so hard for my mother and her husband Phil to be around me. I was snapping all the time, I snapped at Rosalie too and she just took it. She never takes crap from anyone but she took it from me. Because she knew, if there was anyone who knew everything about me, it wasn't Edward, it was Rosalie. I barely spoke to my father on the phone, I almost abandoned him. I gave one-word answers but still he pressed on. Even now, I'd never realised how much shit I had given out to the people who loved me – and how much they had taken it and pretty much ignored it all.

Was it fate? That both Edward and me happened to be at the same University? Was it fate playing in? I hadn't seen or spoken to a Cullen in three years and then what? The entire clan is suddenly at my University? Does that really happen? I'd never really believed in fate before but then Edward and me…reunited. And I found out something I had always wanted to know. Why? For the majority of the time, I had wanted to know why Edward had written the letters but then I had wanted to know why would someone want to break Edward and me up? Maybe it was fate, fate explaining the truth to me. Yeah, well it was three years late.

I sighed, at first I had wondered how I was going to deal with all the mess surrounding Edward's re-appearance in my life, then it was the drama with who actually wrote the letters, now this? Carlisle, was this drama never-ending? I was tired of it. I just wanted everything to be dropped; Edward and me were together again. Finally! And what? We couldn't even be a couple because of this. Because of Carlisle. I pushed the bitterness to the back of my mind. I promised myself. No more. It was over. Done. Now all I needed was to focus on Edward.

If I knew Edward – and I did, it meant he was a mess right now and that in turn meant he needed me. He needed me to be by his side and comfort him the way someone who loves him should.

I searched all over campus for Edward, the café, the on-campus bar, the library, anywhere where there was a place for someone who was feeling lost to hide, I was looking. But he was nowhere.

After hours of searching, I decided to grab some coffee and give Rosalie a call, hoping she was with Emmett and that he would have some idea where Edward may be. Rosalie answered after just the first ring.

"Bella? You okay? Edward?" I inwardly groaned, she was asking about Edward. Which meant she didn't know where he was either. I sighed, annoyed and frustrated.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was actually calling to see if maybe you had seen Edward." I could sense Rosalie shaking her head, no.

"Oh Bella, I haven't seen him not since…well not since he left earlier. I was hoping he would be with you. Emmett. He's so angry. After both you and Edward left he had come storming downstairs, f-ing this and f-ing that. I don't think I've ever seen Carlisle look so petrified, Bella; the blood had literally drained from his face. I swear Bella, I really thought he was going to hit him." I hadn't realised I had been holding in my breath all this time. Emmett? He was the biggest, strongest guy I knew and yet, inside was just like a cuddly teddy bear. He couldn't hurt anyone more or less his own father. But then Emmett always had been like a brother to me. More so then anyone else.

"Jesus, Rose. God, this is all messed up." For a moment I felt like just bursting into tears. Why now? Why did Carlisle have to bring it up now? We could have gotten passed this! Edward and I, we didn't desperately need to know. We were happy and we would have been content with the writer of the letters remaining a mystery. It was then that I realised, I was more mad at Carlisle for bringing up the subject of the letters then him actually writing them. Was I screwed up or what? I heard Rosalie sigh, almost defeated, at the end of the line.

"I know Bella. Don't worry though; we'll sort this all out together. I promise. I realise how sorry Carlisle is. Its written all over his face." I nodded but didn't say anything. I knew this. "Would you hate me if I said I felt bad for him?" I gave out a low chuckle. She sounded so worried, I don't know what I would do without Rose.

"Of course not Rosalie. I know what you mean. I…I don't hate Carlisle for what he did, you know? I just…I don't know. I just don't hate him, that's all."

"I know, Bella. It was so heartbreaking. Alice refused to come out of her room and Esme…I don't think I've ever seen Esme so hateful looking. I swear, Bella. She flinched when he touched her arm and almost broke down when he said her name." I hadn't even thought about what effect this would have on Esme, at least not much anyway. Her husband turning on her own son. Could this be the end of Carlisle and Esme? If I could forgive him and hopefully help Edward forgive him…would Esme be able to forgive him too? One day?

"So you haven't seen him then?" I replied, feeling defeated. Where was he?

"I'm sorry, Bella. I'd ask Emmett but he's so angry right now, I think he's about ready to break everything he owns." I smiled softly. Emmie bear.

"Yeah, that's okay. Thanks for everything Rose. I love you. And tell Emmett, I love him too." I heard her chuckle on the other end of the phone. "Crazy mother-fucker." I muttered but Rosalie heard it, after our giggles died down, we said our goodbyes and agreed to meet up the next day.

I groaned and headed off in the direction of the gym, I was hoping maybe Edward would be there, letting of some steam or something. He had to be somewhere and I knew he was still on campus since he hadn't taken the car with him. It was still at the Cullen's or at least had been when I left.

I headed inside the gym, despite the fact that it was dark and there were no lights on, I highly doubted that Edward was in there but I just wanted to check just in case.

I switched on the nearest light to me, it lit up and I realised I was in the room with all the weights and the punching bags. This was the room Emmett and Edward came to mostly, if memory served correctly. I knew Emmett was more of a weight mad but I had never realised it about Edward. Jasper was more of a running man so he tended to head towards the adjoining room which stocked all the treadmills, I would occasionally find Edward in there but more so he was on the weights or the punching bag. It depended on how angry he was.

At that thought, I headed over to the row of punching bags, there were several in all different sizes and weight, the one at the end, however had a slight swing to it. But only slight. It could have last been hit, just under ten minutes ago. As I stepped closer, I saw smudges of blood. Not a lot but it was definitely blood. Someone must have had a lot of anger inside them. Edward.

He had been here alright, he just wasn't anymore.

I was starting to be nervous about whether I wanted to find Edward, at least tonight. What mood was he going to be in? And how was he going to react towards me? Instead of moving on and going off to find him at some other destination, I decided to head back to my dorm room. I figured I would be alone tonight since Rosalie was obviously spending the night with Emmett, trying to comfort him and Rosalie had said on the phone that Alice refused to come out of her room. So I doubted she would be making her way back to our dorm. If anything she would spend the night with Jasper, him comforting her.

Both of my friends were being comforted or comforting, where was Edward, so I could comfort him? He needed me and I couldn't even fucking find him. Before heading to my room, I quickly headed towards Edward's dorm; in hopes he would be there, perhaps even sleeping the night off, though I doubted he would get much sleep tonight.

When I knocked on the door, I was presented with silence. Dammit, he wasn't here. Or he was just choosing to ignore him. I prayed to God, it wasn't the latter. I wanted him to want me right now and I was hoping he wasn't going to push me away. But then didn't I deserve it? Hadn't I pushed him away to begin with? I sighed, if he pushed me away that was fine, I wasn't going to give up because Edward didn't give up on me.

I decided to relent and just head home, I'd try again to find Edward again in the morning, hopefully he had calmed down after his punching-bag escapade by then. As I was just turning the corner down my hall and was searching in my bag to grab my dorm keys when I saw just a glint of bronze hair out of the corner of my eye. I felt my heart stop and my stomach lurch.

I stopped where I was, my keys dangling from my hands, making a slight noise after being rattled. When I looked over towards my door, I saw him. Edward. He was waiting for me by my dorm. I had to mentally stop myself from kicking myself for not getting here sooner. How long had he been waiting here? Had he come straight after the gym?

When he sensed someone's presence, he looked up and locked his eyes with mine; I gave him a soft smile, trying to emit some sort of hope towards him. He looked so broken, I felt for a second that I was looking at a lost little boy who had just been ripped apart by the one person he looked up to more then anybody else in his own world. I felt my heart break for him.

I slowly made my way towards him, I was almost afraid I was going to cause him to run off. I wanted to so badly take him into my arms but instead I slid down the wall opposite him and sat in the same position he was in.

We stayed silent for a few moments; my hands were by my side whilst his were in his hair, of course. It was Edward's favourite place to put his hands, except on me. I mentally scolded myself, it wasn't exactly the greatest time to be thinking such thoughts given the past few hours circumstances.

I didn't want to say anything, I didn't want to ruin the peace if that's what Edward was searching for. Instead, I watched him. I searched his face for any emotion I could find, I wanted to know what he was feeling. But Edward had always been so good at hiding his emotions, particularly with me, he always wanted to protect from it or something but that was Edward. Except now, every emotion he could possibly be feeling was present on his face, anger, sadness, betrayal, sorrow, the list could go on and on. How was he ever going to recover from this? I leaned forward and took his hand in mind. He flinched at first, as if forgetting where he was but when he looked up and saw me, looking into my eyes his body softened, his lips slightly curled upwards but quickly returned to its previous stance.

I rubbed my finger over the side of his hand until I came across his knuckles, they were bruised and were coated with blood, the blood was damp but beginning to dry. So my theory had been correct. I wanted to cry for him but I hoped it had been soothing for him instead. I looked at him and he shrugged, as if to say, it was just to escape the pain. I nodded in understanding and gently rubbed my fingers over his knuckles, he winced as I came to the middle one. I leaned down and gently kissed them before standing up and grabbing my keys, unlocking the door. I held out my hand towards him and after a few moments, he took it. Slowly standing up and following me inside, I closed the door behind him and headed straight towards the freezer, hoping Rosalie hadn't eaten all the ice cubes. She had a thing for ice cubes just on there own. Every now and then she would head to the freezer and just grab one, probably out of boredom.

I was relieved to see that there was in fact half a tray left over, I took the tray and threw it against the counter a couple of times, making Edward jump. If he hadn't of looked so torn, I would have probably laughed a little. I put them in a tea towel, folding it up and placing it on Edward's beaten knuckles, softly.

He took a deep breath, surprised from the coldness of the ice and the way they affected them, nevertheless he took it and placed his hand in my free one.

I smiled softly; I had no idea how we were going to overcome this. Everything was just a mess. A big fat mess.

After a while, I began to release my little homemade icepack and checked to see if Edward's knuckles were okay. They weren't doing particularly brilliant but looked specifically better then what they had done previously. Edward leaned forward, resting his forehead on my own, he was taller then me but since he was sitting down and I was standing, the height was almost perfect. I rested it against his own as well, revelling in the peace and warmth it brought just being this close to him again. Twenty-four hours ago we had made love together, it now felt like a lifetime ago.

I brought my hand up to nestle in his hair, whilst his hand settled on one side of my face, gently rubbing his bruised knuckled over my cheek. Our faces simultaneously moved in closer as I felt his lips softly brush past mine. I was hesitant at first, was this really the best time to do this? But then I shrugged it off, if anything this was exactly what Edward needed, this kind of comfort. My kind of comfort.

I shrugged of my thoughts and kissed Edward back with just the same amount of force he had kissed me with. He kissed me back with more passion this time, I eagerly responded as I felt his tongue against my lips, begging for entrance, I parted my mouth to allow it in, massaging his with my own.

I momentarily pulled away as I felt Edward's hand wrap around my wrist pulling my around the counter and closer to him. He pushed me up against his body, arching my back on the counter. I would have no doubt noticed how actual painful this position was if it wasn't for Edward kissing me.

As time went on, our kisses became rougher and more passionate yet still maintained a softer rhythm. My hand that was still running through Edward's hair came down, my fingers softly slipping against the side of his face onto his chest. I ran my hand up and down his chest several times, my other arm wrapped around his neck, whilst one of his were wrapped around my waist, the other running up and down my leg. It was almost like my hand had a mind of its own as it made its way to begin to undo the buttons on Edward's shirt. One by one, until I pushed the material of him and discarded it to the floor.

As we made our way through the rooms and into mine, our clothes began to decrease in number, each piece scattered across the floor. By the time we were present in my bedroom, we were only in our underwear. As I backed my way into my bed, puling Edward down with me as I went, his hands were already on my bra clasp, in a second he had pulled it of me and thrown it into a heap on the floor.

I felt his hand run smooth circles over my breast as my own fought its way into his boxer briefs, one trying to pull them down the other rubbing up and down against his cock. I was surprised when I felt Edward's hand across my own, stopping it and stilling my movements. I felt his head shake in the crook of my neck where he had previously been placing soft kisses.

"No. No…just you, I just need you." I knew exactly what he meant as I continued pulling down his boxers and felt him pull my panties down over my legs, it wasn't long before my bra was accompanied by my panties.

Edward placed one more kiss across my lips before he entered me, the kiss became rougher as the strokes became faster and harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer and feeling him go in deeper. I kissed him one last time before I felt everything let loose and he emptied himself inside me.

I gasped and lay across my bed as Edward and I both got under the covers, I pressed myself against Edward's chest, not caring that it was sweaty and sticky. Just feeling him against was enough.

As I lay across Edward's chest several hours later, I felt spent but barely realised it. I would have thought it was still a simple late night if my clock was flashing in a red, neon sign, 3:37 AM. My eyes bugged out when they realised the time and yet I wasn't tired in the least. As far as I could tell, Edward was still awake as I felt his chest move up and down in sync with his breathing, sometimes a little erratic. His arm was thrown around the back of my neck also, his thumb gently running up and down one of my arms.

I wanted to break the peace but then I figured, maybe this is what Edward needed? Maybe all he needed was someone for him to hold; maybe I was just comforting him now by being there rather then saying anything to him.

"Do you think I'll ever be able to forgive him?" I was surprised that after such a long time, Edward had broken the silence and with that question. I honestly didn't have the answer; a part of me told that Edward would never fully be able to forgive Carlisle. I shrugged a little before turning onto my front so I could face him, he turned his head to the side to look at me. I smiled, sheepishly.

"Honestly? I have no idea, Edward." I sighed. "I hope one day you can. We both can. Your fathers a good guy Edward, he just made a mistake-" He groaned.

"A mistake? A mistake, Bella? That mistake was my life, our life!" I closed my eyes, I wasn't expecting him to be happy but I wasn't expecting that reaction either.

"I know, Edward. I just-"

"You just what? I mean, how can you forgive him so easily, Bella?"

"I haven't forgiven him!" He looked at me, his eyebrows arched, giving me his pointed look. I retreated. "I haven't completely forgiven him." He scoffed. "So what? Because I don't hate the man or…or I don't spit out his name that means I'm wrong?" Edward started rolling his eyes until I looked away, annoyed. "Look, I understand why you're feeling like this Edward but, I just…I hated so many people for such a long time. I don't, I don't want to hate anymore." I looked back at him, tears beginning to form in my eyes as I recounted the harsh memories and the way I used to be. "I wasn't nice and it wasn't a nice way to live or be. I'm finally getting what I wanted. I'm getting you and if being nice to Carlisle means I get to keep you, then so be it. I respect your feelings Edward. I hope you can respect mine too."

It took him a few moments before responding. He nodded and then placed his hand on my shoulder, nudging me to lean closer to which I did happily, leaning down and kissing him, softly.

"I love you, Edward." I murmured, rubbing my nose against his own, rubbing it up and down as he nuzzled the side of his face into my neck. "And I don't want to lose you again. Ever."

I felt him smile against my neck before placing a soft kiss there, as he moved up, still kissing me until he reached my lips, a kiss lasting just a few seconds longer this time. When he pulled away he placed his forehead against my own before smiling gently.

"You'll never lose me Bella. Not again. That, I promise you."

What did you think? ;)

About this story, it only has a couple of chapters left, that i know however i have no clue how i am actually going to end it yet! But yes, it only has about 2 chapters left ;o

That being said, i am going to work on a new Twilight fic all but straight away. Its going to be SO much different to this one. Mainly because it will be happy? ;p

I know i've mentioned this before in early chapters but i've added another idea that i came up with so i've completely re-done it. I have a poll on my profile that has 3 ideas for my next Edward and Bella story, i actually really like them so hopefully you guys will too! So yeah, whichever one is the most popular and recieves the most votes, i will write next.

The poll is on my profile so go VOTE! ;) That is if you want me to write again... ;p