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           "Didhebreakupwithyou?"Charliewasperplexed.

           "No!"Iyelled,slightlymorebreathlessasIshovedeverythingintothebag.Edwardthrewanotherdrawer’scontentsatme.Thebagwasprettymuchfullnow.

           "Whathappened,Bella?"Charlieshoutedthroughthedoor,poundingagain.

           "Ibrokeupwithhim!"Ishoutedback,jerkingonthezipperofmybag.Edward’scapablehandspushedmineawayandzippeditsmoothly.Heputthestrapcarefullyovermyarm.

           "I’llbeinthetruck-go!"hewhispered,andpushedmetowardthedoor.Hevanishedoutthewindow.

           IunlockedthedoorandpushedpastCharlieroughly,strugglingwithmyheavybagasIrandownthestairs.

           "Whathappened?"heyelled.Hewasrightbehindme."Ithoughtyoulikedhim."

           Hecaughtmyelbowinthekitchen.Thoughhewasstillbewildered,hisgripwasfirm.

           Hespunmearoundtolookathim,andIcouldseeinhisfacethathehadnointentionoflettingmeleave.Icouldthinkofonlyonewaytoescape,anditinvolvedhurtinghimsomuchthatIhatedmyselfforevenconsideringit.ButIhadnotime,andIhadtokeephimsafe.

           Iglaredupatmyfather,freshtearsinmyeyesforwhatIwasabouttodo.

           "Idolikehim-that’stheproblem.Ican’tdothisanymore!Ican’tputdownanymorerootshere!Idon’twanttoenduptrappedinthisstupid,boringtownlikeMom!I’mnotgoingtomakethesamedumbmistakeshedid.Ihateit-Ican’tstayhereanotherminute!"

           HishanddroppedfrommyarmlikeI’delectrocutedhim.