"God, it's good to be back in my own bed." I wrapped myself up in the comforter as I laid sprawled out on the bed. "The beds in the hospital are so uncomfortable and the sheets are so scratchy. Then you take the fact that they're plastic and just trap all that body heat, it just takes an already bad experience and makes it miserable. You end up sweating and then your back gets itchy, and there's just no relief, because you have to keep laying in that bed. I swear they should install some kind of air flow in the mattresses so you can try to cool yourself off at least." I rolled over on my belly so I could see Edward better. "But this! This bed is heaven. It's soft and breathable, and the sheets...I'll have to thank Alice for the sheets. She's the one who bought them, right?"
His brow furrowed. "I think so. Either Alice or Esme." He replied slowly.
I grabbed my phone, unsatisfied with his answer. Of course she picked up before it even rang once. "Bella?"
"Hey Alice! I was just telling Edward how awesome these sheets are, and I wanted to know if you were the one who bought them, because I need to know what kind they are. I'm never going to sleep on scratchy sheets again. So did you?"
She let out a little laugh. "Yes, Bella, I bought the sheets, and I'll order you more. I'm glad you like them."
"They're the best. I love you, Alice. Have I ever told you that? I don't think I have, but I do. You've always been there for me, even when I was acting like a bitch. I'm so sorry for everything I did to push you away. I hope you know that, since you know, you know everything. But I needed to say it. I also need to thank you for everything. You're the best friend and sister a girl could ever have."
"I feel the same way, Bella. I've never had someone like you in my life."
Her words warmed my heart. "So when are we going to the spa again? I could really use a massage and I'm in desperate need of a pedicure. Maybe we can even go shopping afterward because I think I need a few more summer clothes."
"Of course, Bella!" I could hear the smile in her voice. "I've already booked us a day at the spa on Friday. Oh, this will be so much fun. I already have most of your summer wardrobe picked out, but you can never have too many clothes."
"Oh! Can we get ice cream too? I haven't been to a real ice cream parlor, in like...ever..." I paused, trying to remember ever going out for ice cream. "Nope, never. What's your favorite flavor, Alice? I've only had it a few times, and it was always something boring..."
"I don't eat ice cream, Bella." Her voice had lost it's usual exuberance.
"Huh. Okay, can we still go? I really want to go."
"Sure. Anything you want."
"Great! Okay, well...Edward is looking at me funny, so I should probably get off the phone. After three days, he's probably wanting a little alone time with me, if you know what I mean." I giggled and blew Edward a kiss.
"See you soon, Bella."
"Bye!" I ended the call and tossed the phone on my nightstand. Peeling the covers off me, I motioned for Edward to join me on the bed. "You're too far away." I pouted.
He seemed to be warring with himself and his hesitation pissed me off. I cleared my throat, and he shook his head a little. "You need to take it easy."
"Edward, get over here!" I demanded. Tired of merely holding hands and chaste kisses. I needed him, all of him.
He approached the bed, and me, warily. When he finally situated himself against the headboard, I curled up against him. My hands eagerly explored his torso, needing to touch every inch of him and ensure he was real. No one had yet guessed at my confusion or insecurity. My mind was slowly piecing things together again and it was so hard to be sure of anything. Through it all, Edward was my anchor.
My lips were tempted by the scent that purely him, and I tilted my head back so I could place kisses along the strong column of his throat and the sharp angle of his jaw. His eyelids fluttered close and a soft rumbled reverberated through his chest where my ear was still pressed.
"Bella." He warned me. Screw that. Giddy with desire, I straddled him, gripping his hair in my hands and melding my lips with his. It took a moment before he responded. His kisses were tentative at first, but as I pressed my body against his, they became desperate. Fingers tangled in tresses, lips clashed and sucked, teeth nibbled – at least mine did. My heart was racing and a delicious heat was burning within me. Hooking my fingers in my shirt, I sat up and yanked it off, leaving me bare to him since I hadn't bothered with a bra at the hospital.
He inhaled sharply and seemed to freeze beneath me. Unwilling to let him reject me, I pressed myself against him once more, disappointed that there still remained a layer of clothing between us. I wanted to feel him, flesh to flesh. I slid my hands under his shirt, and tried to pull it up.
"Bella, stop!" He grabbed my shoulders roughly and pushed me away. I held back the traitorous tears that would give away how much his rejection hurt and channeled the new found anger that always seemed just below the surface.
I brazenly pressed my hand against his obvious erection. "Don't even try to pretend that you don't want this." I spat.
He moved incredibly fast to the other side of the room, disorienting me. "Of course I do, but not now, not like this. You just got out of the hospital, Bella! You have a very serious head injury. This is not the time to do this!" Maybe he was right, considering I was apparently still having issues with my vision, but I wasn't about to back down.
"Just get out, Edward. I'll take of myself." I stood up and began to strip off the rest of my clothes.
"Bella." His strangled cry made me pause. "This isn't you." He whispered.
"It most certainly is. You can't expect to get me all worked up time and time again only to stop. Some of us need a release. I'm sure you get yours in the shower, or is there someone else, Edward? Is that the reason you won't touch me? Are you fucking someone else?" I advanced on him, not bothering to be ashamed of my nakedness. "I know I'm not as beautiful as Rosalie, or as perfect as Alice. So who is it?"
"Bella, there's no one. There's never been anyone else. You know that!" He pleaded with me.
"Do I? It's not like I'm a mind reader, you could be lying to me." Pain and fury flashed through his eyes, and I wanted to throw myself at him and apologize, but I couldn't stop. "Just get out Edward. Go find your whore. I was stupid to think you'd ever want someone like me."
He flinched at my vulgar language, but stood his ground. "I'm not leaving you. Not now, not ever. You are mine. I love you."
My hand flew out before I realized it and I shrieked in pain as it came into contact with his face. He grabbed me then, one hand around the wrist of my injured hand, the other arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me close as I crumbled into hysterical sobs.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know you would never..." The guilt of my accusation was crushing. "I just..." A frustrated growl escaped me. "Nothing makes sense! Why me? What did I do to deserve any of this? Why do all the bad things have to happen to me? Is this my punishment for not believing in God? Am I being punished? I can't do this!"
Edward continued to hold me and began to hum in an effort to console me. At some point Alice and Dr. Cullen arrived. Dr. Cullen peeled me out of Edward's arms and laid me back in the bed, before examining my hand. "Looks like it's just bruised. Try to take it easy and put ice on it every so often to help the swelling. Would you like something for the pain?"
I nodded. "Please." I hoped it would knock me out and provide me with a few hours of blessed nothingness. Even though I'd never been one for drugs, I just didn't care any more. I needed the escape. The pill was bitter as it went down.
"You know how hard-headed Edward is. You shouldn't have tried to hit him." Alice chastised me. Leave it up to me to hurt my hand trying to slap someone. More guilt. I couldn't believe I actually did that...to Edward.
He must have sensed the turn of my mood. "Hey, it's okay." He gently tilted my head back with his finger under my chin and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "I'm just sorry you got hurt because of me."
I shook my head. "I'm sorry. Everything is just so out of control. I have no idea what's going on. This will pass, right?" I asked Dr. Cullen.
"Things should clear up for you with time, Bella, but there may be long term effects. We won't know until it becomes apparent those symptoms aren't going away." I felt my veins turn to ice at the thought of 'long term effects.' I wasn't sure I could handle it if I had to deal with feeling like this for the rest of my life. "I'm going to leave some medication with Edward. If you feel yourself panicking or if things get to be too much, it will help calm you down. Okay?"
"Sure." Valium actually didn't sound so bad now. "So, what happened? Can you tell me now that I've talked to the cops?"
"Sure." Alice chirped as she made herself comfortable at the foot of my bed. "First, you have to understand that Lauren didn't mean to hurt you. She decided to trip you at the last minute, and it was just unfortunate that you were too close to the bench, which is what you hit your head on. Those metal benches are just dangerous to anyone." She shook her head in disapproval. "Jessica freaked out and wanted to call someone, but Lauren didn't want to get in trouble. So, they panicked and decided to drag you into the closet and leave you there." A growl erupted from Edward. I gently rubbed his hand in an effort to calm him. "Jessica called the school after she and Lauren parted ways and told Mrs. Cope where to find you. Lauren was blackmailing her, but she said she just couldn't leave you there, even if she loses Mike over it." She rolled her eyes at the end. Jessica was a vapid twit if ever there was one.
I sucked in a breath to steady myself. I wasn't angry that she had tripped me. I believed Alice when she said she didn't plan to hurt me. But I was mad that they left me nearly naked and bleeding with a head injury in a closet. Thank goodness Jessica had the presence of mind to call someone or who knows if I'd even be alive.
"Didn't you see, Alice?" I asked quietly, hoping this was a real memory. "I mean you did tell Edward I'd be fine."
Hurt and remorse flashed across her face. "Not until it was too late. She didn't decide to hurt you, it really was an accident. There's no excuse of course for her dragging you off to that closet, knowing you were injured, and on Monday she's going to get a piece of my mind if I don't knock her sorry ass into the wall first."
"Alice." Dr. Cullen said reproachfully.
She crossed her arms defiantly. "She deserves it." Edward chuckled and Dr. Cullen turned to face him.
"That goes for you too, Edward. Neither one of you will seek retribution for Bella's injuries. Do you understand me?"
They both nodded curtly, but I knew they wouldn't just let it go.
"So you do see the future." I stated.
Alice smiled softly. "And Edward reads minds."
"Except for mine."
"Okay." I shook my head, wondering if they were the delusional ones. Superpowers like those were for movies and comic books. "What about Victoria?"
"You don't have anything to worry about. Mrs. Cope was the woman with red hair that you saw." Edward reassured me. "She's mostly harmless." He smirked.
I still didn't have my own memories of the event, but I supposed knowing what happened was good enough for now.
"You need to eat and then get some rest." Dr. Cullen said as he prepared to leave.
"I'm not tired and I'm sick of laying in a bed all day. I'm sure I have plenty of homework to catch up on."
I heaved myself out of the bed using my one good hand and headed for the bathroom to freshen up after my embarrassing emotional outburst. After washing my face and brushing my hair, I exited the bathroom to find I was alone with Edward once again. He was in the kitchen putting dinner together. I took a good look around my apartment and was relieved to find that it was as I remembered, only it needed a good cleaning. A light layer of dust had settled over everything, so I decided to start there. Edward was making spaghetti and my stomach growled at the scent of the sauce warming on the stove. It was a simple meal, but after hospital food, I knew it would be delicious. I ran my hand over his back as I passed him to get to the cabinet under the sink where the dusting cloths were.
"Bella, you really should be taking it easy." Edward stood over me with a disapproving frown.
"Well I feel fine and I need something to do until dinner is ready." I shrugged and headed back to the living room to start dusting. I moved everything off the surfaces and sprayed them down before wiping vigorously, being sure to remove every speck of dust. Then I went over each picture or knick-knack before placing them back where they belonged. I realized I'd need to remove all the books and cds in order to do a more thorough job, but I wouldn't have enough time at the moment. Dinner was ready and Edward would get cranky if I didn't go eat. I wished he'd realize I didn't need him looking after me as if I was a child. I ran the entire household for years without any help from anyone.
After I'd put the cleaning supplies away and washed my hands, I sat down to eat. It really did smell good, and I dove right in.
"Why aren't you eating?" I asked through a mouthful of pasta. He looked confused and the furrow in his brow deepened as he contemplated something.
"I'm not hungry." He finally answered, watching me cautiously.
I just shrugged and returned happily to my food. There were too many things that needed to be done. I hadn't realized how much I had been slacking on taking care of my apartment. My father would have been appalled at the state of it. Then there was homework. Edward and Dr. Cullen wanted me to stay home the rest of the year and just take my finals and be done with it. However, I refused to be coddled and insisted on going back to school. They made me promise to wait until Monday. So now I'd have three days of work to catch up. I just couldn't catch a break, always running behind. It seemed like there was never enough time, so I would have to make sure there was enough from here on out.
They only wanted me to work three days a week this summer, but I decided we would be discussing that. There was no reason I couldn't work at least five, which would still give me the weekends for fun. There wasn't any point in being idle more than necessary. It's not like I had any kind of hobby that would take up so much of my time that I wouldn't be able to work. I'd just be sitting around here doing nothing, and I spent more than enough time doing that over the past decade. Once the house was clean and the meals cooked, there wasn't anything to do for entertainment except read one of the books from the short list approved by my father. I would do my best to keep myself occupied. Maybe I could take up running or some other kind of sport. Though I may be clumsy, physical activity was a big part of being healthy and something I should definitely be doing. I knew I'd be excused from gym class for the rest of the year, and as a senior I wouldn't have to take it. I'd need to explore and find out what kinds of things I might be able to participate in without causing myself too much damage.
I felt strong hands close over mine and still them. When I looked up, Edward was standing behind me at the sink. "You've been washing that same plate for ten minutes, Bella." He removed the dish from my hands and handed me a towel before stepping in front of the sink to finish. I honestly didn't even remember getting up to wash the dishes.
I had been growing more tired throughout dinner, and I knew it was due to the pain killers Dr. Cullen had given me a little while ago. There was studying to be done though. If I could finish the homework from Tuesday, then I wouldn't be as far behind. I let Edward know I was going to my room to study and he nodded reluctantly. His jaw was twitching and I knew he wanted me to tell me to rest, but I'm sure he was treading carefully, not wanting to be the target of my next emotional outburst.
Sitting down at my desk, I spread out my Government homework and got to work.
The room was flooded with light and I was cocooned in something soft and warm, though my cheek and injured hand were resting on something cold and hard. Fingers ran through my hair and with a groan I opened my eyes.
"Good morning, love." Edward smiled down at me.
I mumbled a good morning and pushed myself into a sitting position, wondering how I ended up in the bed. I didn't remember going to bed at all.
Edward must have sensed my confusion. "You fell asleep at the desk doing homework." He pointed to the desk where my papers and books were still spread out. Then I looked down and noticed I was wearing my pajamas. I looked back up at Edward and lifted an eyebrow in question. He simply offered me a shrug and a sheepish smile. I returned the smile and shook my head lightly. I didn't care if he saw me undressed. We were engaged and he'd be seeing all of me soon enough.
Eager to clear the fog from my head, I stumbled to the bathroom and went through my morning routine. By the time I had finished, Edward was setting my breakfast down on the table. I was a lucky girl to have this beautiful man serving me so willingly. It was every girls' dream to have someone like him, I'm sure.
"Thank you, Edward." I gave him a peck on the cheek before sitting down to eat. There was more homework to be done. Alice had dropped off everything I missed on Wednesday and Thursday. Which meant today was Friday. Yet another day I'd have to make up. I sighed to myself as I eyed the intimidating pile of work on the table.
As soon as I finished, he whisked my dishes away before I could even protect. I thanked him again and went to survey the living room. I would finish in there, then take a break and do some schoolwork before moving on to the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Edward asked as I started removing the books from the second shelf and depositing them into piles on the floor.
"Cleaning. What does it look like?" I huffed.
"Why don't you let me do that and you can work on your homework?"
I turned down his proposal. "Nah, it's okay. I have a plan."
He frowned disapprovingly, but I just continued on with my work.
I wondered what school would be like on Monday. I mean, I was already the freak, and that was before I was brought into the Cullen fold. Lauren had most likely been suspended, if not expelled, and considering she was the Queen Bee of the school, I'd definitely be the prime target of everyone. Next time Edward asked me to stay home with him, I would. Not that I liked being so weak, but I wasn't going to deny the sense in the old adage 'safety in numbers'. There was a very specific reason the Cullen family wasn't in school on Tuesday, but I just couldn't remember what it was. I remembered Edward begging me to stay home with him, but Alice had reassured us both that everything would be fine. I guess that should have been my answer as to whether she was psychic or not. Two weeks...just ten days more of the purgatory that was Forks High. Well, at least until next year. Maybe things could be different senior year. Maybe over the summer there would be some other scandal to distract the students. Maybe something else would take their focus off of me.
I was pulled out of my musings by strong arms wrapping around my waist. I jumped, startled for a moment, but once I knew it was Edward, I melted into his embrace. He pressed his face into my hair and inhaled deeply. I just hoped I didn't smell too badly after working up a sweat as I cleaned.
"Why don't you let me put all these books back?" He asked. I surveyed the room. I'd cleaned every surface and accessory. All that was left was to return the books to their shelves. I guessed he could handle that. I decided I'd get the vacuum and start on that. The carpet was probably caked with dust by now.
"Sure." He pressed a kiss to my cheek and swatted my behind as I moved out of his way to go get the vacuum. I opened the hall closet where it was kept and my mind was suddenly flooded with memories.
He made us watch as he installed a lock on the closet. I had no idea what it meant at the time. Why would we need to lock a closet? Maybe he planned on putting something important in there.
It was early in the morning. Much earlier than he had ever woken me up before. There was a brightness to his expression that I hadn't seen before. Mom sat next to me, staring blankly at the wall. I figured she was just tired.
Once the lock was installed, he turned back to the table where he kept our Bible. He lit the candles and then placed a stool in the middle of the room.
"Isabella, come here." I looked at him, confused. Was today a special day? I looked to my Mom for reassurance and found none. Tears coursed silently down her cheek.
"Now, Isabella." Father's tone indicated there would be no disobedience. Not that I ever disobeyed. I walked towards him and he gestured at the stool. "Sit down." I did as he asked.
"Do you know what a sin is?" He asked me. Of course I did. I nodded.
"Good. Confess your sins to God, Isabella." Again I was confused.
He was getting impatient with me. "I haven't sinned, Father. I promise." Now I was afraid I was in trouble for something, and I didn't know what it might be.
"Did you get your period?" I gasped and spun my head around to look at my Mom. She promised she wouldn't tell him. My face flamed red with embarrassment. I dropped my eyes to the floor and nodded.
"Then you are a sinner. You are born a sinner and having your menses is just one more sign of how unclean you are. You have to atone for your sins, ask God to forgive you. Do you understand?"
I didn't. "Yes, Father." Mom had explained that my period was natural. That every girl got it at some point. That would mean that every female was unclean. Is that truly what God thought? He made us this way. Why would he make us unclean?
"Now confess your sins!" He demanded.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked to Mom for help, only to find none there. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I was jealous that Sarah had a Twinkie in her lunch. I let Bobby tag me at recess. I...I got my period and am unclean." I finished hurriedly and looked up to see if I had pleased him.
"Is there anything else?" His intense stare was scaring me. I wasn't used to this kind of interrogation. I shook my head and tried not to cry.
"Very well. Take off your nightgown and kneel over the stool." My eyes flew open in shock. Modesty was so important to my father. Undressing in front of him terrified me. I was afraid I'd be punished even further. "Now, Isabella! This has nothing to do with modesty. God knows your body." His face was turning red, a sure sign of his frustration with me. I complied quickly. As soon as I had knelt over the stool, he began to tie my arms and legs to it. I became frantic and begged him to stop. I couldn't stop the tears. Why wasn't Mom stopping him? This wasn't right!
"Mom, please tell him to stop! Stop!" A stinging slap across the face shut me up.
"You will do as I say and take your punishment and be absolved of your sins." He growled at me. I didn't know this man. He was not my father.
I stopped fighting him and let him tie me to the stool. Then he began to pray over me.
"Almighty and most merciful Father,
we have wandered and strayed from your ways like lost sheep.
We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts.
We have offended against your holy laws.
We have left undone those things that we ought to have done; and we have done
those things that we ought not to have done; and there is no health in us.
But you, O Lord, have mercy upon us sinners.
Spare those who confess their faults.
Restore those who are penitent,
according to your promises declared to mankind in Christ Jesus our Lord.
And grant, O most merciful Father, for his sake, that we may live a disciplined,
righteous and godly life, to the glory of your holy name.
I prayed for myself, afraid of whatever was about to happen to me. He'd never tied me up before. I didn't understand what I had done wrong. Why did I need to be punished?
Then I felt the sharp burning, stinging of something biting into my flesh. I let loose a bloodcurdling scream.
"Stop! Daddy, please stop!" I sobbed. All I wanted him to do is stop. "Mommy!!! Please! I'll be good. Stop! Stop!"
By the third lash, I stopped begging.
By the fifth, I could barely breath. My back felt as if it was on fire, and I felt the sticky wetness that could only be blood. Black dots swam in my eyes. I hated blood.
I didn't remember how many lashes he gave me. All I know is that no one stopped him. I didn't understand what was going on. I didn't know why I deserved to be whipped.
I did notice that the ropes had been untied, but I couldn't move. My father picked me up and then I understood why he put the lock on the closet. After he deposited me on the floor of the empty closet, he instructed me to repent and ask God to absolve me of my sins. To ask him to lead me in the path of righteousness. Then he shut the door and I heard him latch the lock.
I didn't have the energy to scream or beat on the door. I knew deep down it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Neither one of them would have come to my rescue. If my own father could whip me while my mother watched silently, then there was no hope. Apparently, I had stepped into a living nightmare, and there was no escape. I had no idea what the future held. Would they ever let me out of the closet, or was I to be kept here indefinitely? I was terrified.
What did I do to deserve this? Didn't they love me anymore?
"I'm here, Bella. It's okay. You're okay. I love you. Alice loves you. Carlisle and Esme love you. You have a family now." The soft murmuring voice broke through the haze of the moment. Then I realized I was on the floor in front of the closet and Edward was holding me in his lap, rocking and trying to soothe me.
I looked up to find him watching me worriedly. His amber eyes, full of concern, were searching my own. He relaxed a bit when I met his gaze. "There you are." He cooed. "Where did you go, Bella?" Edward asked softly.
"Just remembering..." I trailed off as I scrubbed my hands across my face to find it wet with tears, and snot no doubt. My cheeks grew warm, knowing poor Edward had been witness to yet another emotional breakdown. "Sorry." I whispered, pulling away.
His arms tightened around me, and he lifted my chin so he could see my face. "You have nothing to apologize for. I keep telling you that you need to take it easy. You sustained a very serious injury. All of this is to be expected. It's not your fault that everything is off balance for you right now."
"I know...I...I just want to be my normal self again. I never know what to expect and it's like I have no control over my own emotions. I don't know why, after all these years, my brain decided to relive, in full detail, the first time my father whipped me."
Edward sucked in a sharp breath and pressed kisses to the top of my head. He held me cradled against me, as if he could protect me from my own memories. The gesture was sweet, and very welcome. Though he was very hard and cold. I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine.
"You're going to be okay, Bella. He can't hurt you any longer. No one will ever hurt you again. I promise." He made his vow, making sure to look me in the eye. His face was a fierce mask of determination. "I promise."
He then sealed his promise with a kiss. It was slow and sweet and lingering. Even his breath was cold, and another niggling in the back of my mind was born.
"Why don't I go draw you a warm bath? You need to relax, and then you can have a picnic lunch in bed. Don't worry about the house, I'll take care of it. You just focus on resting and any schoolwork you feel like doing. Okay?"
I nodded and he released me to go get a drink of water while he went to the bathroom to fill the tub. When he finally emerged, he took me by the hand and led me to the tub. The room was dark and damp, and there were candles giving off enough soft light to see by. Strains of classical piano music played from his iPod, the volume just loud enough to be heard. Edward began to undress me then, sweetly. He didn't gawk or grope. His touch was gentle and his gaze was reverent. When I was bare before him, his eyes glowed like a tiger's and he let out a deep sigh. "You are so beautiful." He mouthed, not wanting to ruin the moment with sound. The next thing I knew, I was in his arms and he deposited me into a hot bath scented with lavender and vanilla. His lips ghosted over mine and then he left the room. It was all very relaxing, and I closed my eyes, shutting the door on any unpleasant memories or thoughts. I daydreamed about living with the Cullen family. I imagined the fun we'd have this summer, swimming together in the ocean and playing in the sand. I fantasized about how I'd spend my time with Edward, laying out under the night sky stargazing or laying with him as husband and wife. I envisioned graduation with Edward and Alice by my side, the rest of the Cullen family watching proudly from the audience.
Edward was right. I had a family that loved me, and a man who adored me. It was time to close the door on my past. My father couldn't hurt me any longer. My mother would never bother me. No matter what they may have done to me through the years, I was loved now, and that's all that mattered. No matter what obstacles I may have to face in the future, I would always have their love and support. I had faith that everything would work out, and I let go of the fears of my past, and the frustration of my current injury. There was nothing I could do to change any of it. I just had to take it one day at a time.
Give me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.
A/N: First - thank you for reading. Second - I just wanted to clarify a few things in case anyone had questions. Bella's emotional state is very turbulent right now, due to the brain injury. She's easily irritated, overly emotional, and finds herself in an almost manic state sometimes. At this point she does not believe the Cullens are vampires. It's weird, I know, but weird things happen with head injuries. It's just another way her mind is trying to protect itself. Thanks again! ~S