A/N: If you've read no other author's note I've written, PLEASE read this one. If you don't, well…I tried to warn you.
This chapter is the long-awaited story of Bella's past. It was extremely difficult to write, and I'm going to assume it'll be difficult for some to read as well. Because of this, I have written two chapters. There is this one, which is BPOV and includes her memories, and then there is an EPOV posted under "More of the Guys" that does not have her memories but has Edward's reaction. Both chapters contain the same dialogue, so I am not posting both in the main story.
This chapter has graphic memories of Bella's assault. If you are bothered by depictions of violence and rape, do not read this chapter. You can still read the same dialogue and get "the story" in the EPOV chapter of "More of the Guys."
Personally, I would read both just because I would want to read Bella's memories, but I would also want to know what Edward was thinking. Completely up to you, but don't say I didn't warn you. Also, as a personal recommendation, I would suggest reading Edward's first so you can experience it as he does before you see Bella's memories.
Thank you so much for the PMs, reviews, talk on the forums, and the talk elsewhere (I love my Twisters) that has kept me going. And no, this is not the end – this story is far from over, and this is really just the beginning in some ways.
Special thanks to my people on the twilighted thread that played dress-up-Edward with me :)
End ridiculously long A/N…
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BPOV
It was my turn to sit out, so I was relaxing on the couch, grinning as I watched Edward play. His eyes were trained on the TV in front of him, and I took the opportunity to stare at him openly. His deep gray shirt was unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he was wearing a brown leather cuff watch on his left arm that kept drawing my gaze to his forearms. His T-shirt had made me smile each time I looked at him tonight – it was a blue Amazing Spider-Man shirt with Spidey striking a classic pose in front of a target. I bit my bottom lip again as I looked at it, knowing Edward would have picked it out because of…me. It fit snuggly, and I felt my cheeks heat as I admired the way it showed off his chest. His jeans were slung low on his hips, and they looked well-worn, curving to him naturally. He was standing in his socks, his feet apart as he focused on the game. His fingers moved nimbly along the guitar controller, and his gaze was intense though there was a smile on his face as he stuck his tongue out a bit in concentration.