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It was a relief to be outside； I hurried past the lanterns and the roses； now
unwele reminders。
Edward kept pace with me silently。 He opened the passenget side for me； and I
climbed in without
plaint。
On the dashboard was a big red ribbon； stuck to the new stereo。 I pulled it
off； throwing it to the floor。
As Edward slid into the other side； I kicked the ribbon under my seat。
He didn't look at me or the stereo。 Neither of us switched it on； and the
silence was somehow intensified
by the sudden thunder of the engine。 He drove too fast down the dark；
serpentine lane。
The silence was making me insane。
〃Say something；〃 I finally begged as he turned onto the freeway。
〃What do you want me to say？〃 he asked in a detached voice。
I cringed at his remoteness。 'Tell me you forgive me。〃
That brought a flicker of life to his face—a flicker of anger。 〃Forgive you？
For what？〃
〃If I'd been more careful； nothing would have happened。〃
〃Bella； you gave yourself a paper cut—that hardly deserves the death
penalty。〃
〃It's still my fault。〃
My words opened up the floodgate。
〃Your fault？ If you'd cut yourself at Mike Newton's house； with Jessica there
and Angela and your other
normal friends； the worst that could possibly have happened would be what？
Maybe they couldn't find
you a bandage？ If you'd tripped and knocked over a pile of glass plates on
your own—without someone
throwing you into them—even then； what's the worst？ You'd get blood on the
seats when they drove
you to the emergency room？ Mike Newton could have held your hand while they
stitched you up—and
he wouldn't be righting the urge to kill you the whole time he was there。
Don't try to take any of this on
yourself； Bella。 It will only make me more disgusted with myself。〃
〃How the hell did Mike Newton end up in this conversation？〃 I demanded。
〃Mike Newton ended up in this conversation because Mike Newton would be a hell
of a lot healthier for
you to be with；〃 he growled。
〃I'd rather die than be with Mike Newton；〃 I protested。 〃I'd rather die than
be with anyone but you。〃
〃Don't be melodramatic； please。〃
〃Well then； don't you be ridiculous。〃
He didn't answer。 He glared through the windshield； his expression black。
I racked my brain for some way to salvage the evening。 When we pulled up in
front of my house； I still
hadn't e up with anything。
He killed the engine； but his hands stayed clenched around the steering wheel。
〃Will you stay tonight？〃 I asked。
〃I should go home。〃
The last thing I wanted was for him to go wallow in remorse。
〃For my birthday；〃 I pressed。
〃You can't have it both ways—either you want people to ignore your birthday
or you don't。 One or the
other。〃
His voice was stern； but not 。is serious as before。 I breathed a silent sigh
of relief。
〃Okay。 I've decided that I don't want you to ignore my birthday。 I'll see you
upstairs。〃
I hopped out； reaching back in for my packages。 He frowned。
〃You don't have to take those。〃
〃I want them；〃 I responded automatically； and then wondered if he was using
reverse psychology。
〃No； you don't。 Carlisle and Esme spent money on you。〃
〃I'll live。〃 I tucked the presents awkwardly under my good arm and slammed the
door behind me。 He
was out of the truck and by my side in less than a second。
〃Let me carry them； at least。〃 he said as he took them away。 〃I'll be in your
room。〃
I smiled。 〃Thanks。〃
〃Happy birthday；〃 he sighed； and leaned down to touch his lips to mine。
I reached up on my toes to make the kiss last longer when he pulled away。 He
smiled my favorite
crooked smile； and then he disappeared into the darkness。
The game was still on； as soon as I walked through the front door I could hear
the announcer rambling
over the babble of the crowd。
〃Bell？〃 Charlie called。
〃Hey； Dad；〃 I said as I came around the corner。 I held my arm close to my
side。 The slight pressure
burned； and I wrinkled my nose。 The anesthetic was apparently losing its
effectiveness。
〃How was it？〃 Charlie lounged across the sofa with his bare feet propped up on
the arm。 What was left
of his curly brown hair was crushed flat on one side。
〃Alice went overboard。 Flowers； cake； candles； presents—the whole bit。〃
〃What did they get you？〃
〃A stereo for my truck。〃 And various unknowns。
〃Wow。〃
〃Yeah；〃 I agreed。 〃Well； I'm calling it a night。〃
〃I'll see you in the morning。〃
I waved。 〃See ya。〃
〃What happened to your arm？〃
I flushed and cursed silently。 〃I tripped。 It's nothing。〃
〃Bella；〃 he sighed； shaking his head。
〃Goodnight； Dad。〃
I hurried up to the bathroom； where I kept my pajamas for just such nights as
these。 I shrugged into the
matching tank top and cotton pants that I'd gotten to replace the holey sweats
I used to wear to bed；
wincing as the movement pulled at the stitches。 I washed my face one…handed；
brushed my teeth； and
then skipped to my room。
He was sitting in the center of my bed； toying idly with one of the silver
boxes。
〃Hi；〃 he said。 His voice was sad。 He was wallowing。
I went to the bed； pushed the presents out of his hands； and climbed into his
lap。
〃Hi。〃 I snuggled into his stone chest。 〃Can I open my presents now？〃
〃Where did the enthusiasm e from？〃 he wondered。
〃You made me curious。〃
I picked up the long flat rectangle that must have been from Carlisle and
Esme。
〃Allow me；〃 he suggested。 He took the gift from my hand and tore the silver
paper off with one fluid
movement。 He handed the rectangular white box back to me。
〃Are you sure I can handle lifting the lid？〃 I muttered； but he ignored me。
Inside the box was a long thick piece of paper with an overwhelming amount of
fine print。 It took me a
minute to get the gist of the information。
〃We're going to Jacksonville？〃 And I was excited； in spite of myself。 It was a
voucher for plane tickets；
for both me and Edward。
〃That's the idea。〃
〃I can't believe it。 Renee is going to flip！ You don't mind； though； do you？
It's sunny； you'll have to stay
inside all day。〃
〃I think I can handle it；〃 he said； and then frowned。 〃If I'd had any idea
that you could respond to a