Isabella Marie Swan, the strong willed seventeen year old that was always treated like a child, drove to the Cullen's house. She stopped in the driveway, shutting off her old junky Chevrolet truck, she was done, done being treated like a child. Done with everything, done with people making decisions for her and most of all, done with the distance Edward had been putting between them.
She'd jumped out of her truck and slammed the door, not caring about anything at that moment, this was her 30 minutes of courage and she wasn't going to let anything take that away from her. She walked up the front steps of the Cullen house, not even stopping to admire the beauty of the house, like she almost always did. She walked through the front door of the house and up the stairs that she'd walked up multiple times, stairs she could walk up in her sleep.
As she neared closer to her beloved Edward's door, she heard moaning and gasping, the slight sound of the bed hitting the wall. She frowned and reached for the knob of the bedroom door. In a way, she'd known what she'd see and in a way, she didn't.