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    Where's My Happy Ending?

        Causing her shirt to ride up.

        I was behind her in an instant. I just stared for a second. There, showing a little from under her shirt, were three scars. Three fiery red, hot scars. I automatically put my fingers on the bottom of the scars, and started to trace them up. Bella twisted around, and tried to jerk her shirt down. I just looked at her. She was looking down, a coffee mug shaking in her hands. I took it from her hand, and set it on the counter.

        She looked at me and my frozen heart broke. Her brown eyes were filled with tears, the hurt that I’d seen earlier was even more profound, and she looked like she couldn’t take anymore. She took a deep breath through her nose.

        “ I guess I have some explaining to do.” She said it in such a strong even voice, that if a tear hadn’t over flown, I wouldn’t have guessed that she was about to burst at the seams.

        I just nodded. She smiled wanly, turned around, and poured herself a cup of coffee (without burning herself, which was likely seeing as her hand was still shaking.) Then she turned and lead me into the living room. She sat on the couch, her back against the arm and her knees up to her chest. I sat opposite her, and waited for her to begin telling her story.
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        BPOV

        How could I have been so STUPID? I should’ve known that reached up like that would’ve pulled up my shirt up enough to show them off. I should’ve known that Alice would’ve seen them. I should’ve known. I should’ve been prepared. But I was so STUPID.

        I took a sip of coffee, hoping that it would help me. But, knowing that Alice was watching, waiting, analyzing, I couldn’t think. I bit my lip.

        “ You can’t tell anyone.” I said, looking at my coffee. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if they knew. I knew she was about to object. “ Alice, you have to swear. I wouldn’t be able to take it if everyone knew. I have spent so much money already hiding it, and I’m not about to tell you without taking precautions.” I looked at her, and saw that she was having an internal debate. I waited, and then she nodded.

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