Prologue
"You need to leave."
I watched as his knuckles turned white from gripping the edge of the hard porcelain sink.
"Edward..." I trailed off because fuck if I knew what I was going to say, but I carried on anyway because I never could tell when to keep my fucking mouth shut. "Please."
"No Bella, not this time," Edward sneers releasing his grip on that poor sink, "Enough with your bullshit excuses, you've made your choice."
I kept my eyes on his back, watching his muscles tense the closer I got to him, ""You have it all wrong."
He shook his head, "I always do don't I, is that why you did it? To prove me wrong? Too scared to admit that this time I might actually be fucking right?"
I started to protest, reaching out my hands to him, all the time questioning how the fuck we ended up like this.
He whips round to face me, throwing his hands up so my own drop from his arms.
"Don't fucking touch me!" He hissed, it was then that I took the courage to look up into his eyes, seeing an emotion that broke my fucking heart in two.
Hate.
He hated me.
Me
The girl he said he could never hate.