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    The Encounter

    Fuck. Now I had to also figure out how the hospital bills were going to be paid for. I know Edward said he would take care of me, but this was a lot of money and shit to deal with. I sighed once again and leaned my head against the door with my eyes closed. I felt a headache coming on.

    When the car stopped we went inside my apartment and I had never felt more happy to be home. I took a moment to sit on a stool and rest my head down on the counter. I had to figure out where to start first.

    A shower. Seemed like the best idea. I stood and faced Edward. "I'm going to take a shower, you can sit and watch TV or do whatever you want."

    He nodded and took my hands. "You going to be alright? Need any help?" I knew he was trying to help and not help in that way.

    "I think I can manage. If you don't see me in about 20 minutes, you might want to come looking." I joked trying to keep the mood light and gave him a kiss before heading to my room.

    Edward [POV]

    I watched her walk away and took the moment to look around. I had been there before but never actually looked to see what type of life style she had. It seemed rather simple, but that was probably because of the fact they didn't have much when it came to money. For some reason I still imagined if she had my type of income she would still be the same.

    I saw her guitar laying against the couch and remembered her story of traveling and playing. I would have to have her play for me sometime. She didn't know I played guitar as well so that could be fun. I picked it up and sat down reading the different things she had written on it also some things other people added. It was almost like a mini story of her life.

    After that I looked at the many pictures on the walls and scattered all over the house. Most of them were of her and Jacob always goofing around and some where they actually looked serious. It still amazed me how close they were and such great of friends. I never had a friendship like that and they deserved each other. It made me smile to look at them together.

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