Disclaimer: i do not own Twilight, unfortunately.

It's been a year since it happened, but the memories still haunt me to this day. The image, I just cant get it out of my mind, its been etched in.

I was sitting at the table waiting for Edward to finish up in the shower so we could go out. I have been seeing Edward for about a year now, its been getting pretty serious. We have moved in together a couple of months back, my father-Charlie- was not happy about our arrangements, or my decisions I have made along the way, but too bad they are my decisions and he has no say in the matter anymore.

I sat on the bar stool with my elbows resting on the table and my head in my hands, just remembering what happened a year ago, today, at last years Christmas party.

I was at the annual Christmas party with my boyfriend, my best friend and all my friends surrounding me, or so I thought.

I don't understand how I could have been so wrong. I had known Jacob Black for my whole life. He was a polite respectable person.

On the other hand, I had known Rosalie Hale for most of my life as well, we met in our last year of primary school and we had stayed best friends until one eventful evening…

I was standing in the kitchen taking to Ben and Angela. Angela is a tall skinny girl with sleek black hair, and Ben is just a tiny bit taller than her, with sandy coloured hair and glasses that sat on his nose. The two of them had been going out for four years and are still happy with each other. Angela didn't know this yet but, Ben was planning on asking her to marry him tonight, he had set everything up and had asked me to help him pick out the perfect ring, which I did.

The time was sipping away un-noticed. I had had a few drinks and was feeling a bit merrier and more relaxed. I was beginning to really enjoy myself.

I needed to ask Jacob, my boyfriend at the time, a question. I looked around but I was unable to see him anywhere, I though he might have been outside talking to his friends.

I walked outside to try and find him, but he was nowhere in sight.

"Hey, Paul. Do you know where Jacob is?" Paul was a lot taller than my five foot six inches; I would say he was close to six foot four inches. He had dark brown, almost black, coloured hair.

"I think he is inside, he said he had to go do something upstairs," he answered in a deep husky voice.

"Okay, thanks," I replied before turning and walking in the direction of the front door.

I walked up Rosalie's stairs, the whole staircase that spiraled its way up wards, dominated most of the left side of the house. I walked up the stairs slowly, being careful not to trip in my high heels. I was already clumsy enough, not to mention I had had a few drinks and I was in a pair of strappy red high heels, which matched my red cocktail dress I had decided to wear.

I could hear the clicking of my heels against the wooden steps, even over the loud noise of the music.

I thought it was a bit strange that Jacob would be upstairs in Rosalie's house, although I thought he might possibly be getting some thing out of the upstairs refrigerator.

As I got towards the end of the wall way I heard a noise coming from Rosalie's bedroom. Her door was open, so I walked in, as I had done so many times before. But this time I was not expecting to see what I saw.

I saw a half naked Rosalie leaning over a half naked Jacob. Her long blond curls were falling over his face and coating with dark brown hair in blond. I gasped in surprise as I realized they were hooking up. My boyfriend, who is supposed to love me, who told me he loved me bout half an hour ago, and my best friend who is supposed to be there for me all the time, were hooking up with each other.

They couldn't have been more different. Rosalie had pale white skin and Jacob had a russet coloured skin. They had always hated each other. They were like chalk and cheese or oil and water. The two of them didn't mix, or, get along at all, and now look what's happening! The two people who are supposed to love me and look out for m have broken all their promises, and shattered my world.

They both turned around at the sound of my gasp. Rosalie scrambled to her feet, off and away from Jacob, and tried to reach out for me. I pulled my arm away from her.

"How could you Rosalie? You were supposed to be my best friend! Did that even occur to you when you were sleeping with him!?" I pointed a finger towards a Jacob that was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the floor.

My voice was rising in pitch and in volume as I yelled at Rosalie. A few people were already standing behind me, watching the scene in front of me.

"Bella, I-,"she tried to get out between her sobs that were starting to break. Her face was bright red from embarrassment.

"You slut! How could you? He's my boyfriend! You know that! What happened to you always being there for me? Is this how you thank me for everything I have helped you through, like your break up with Emmett?!" I screeched at her.

"Bella, settle down. You're causing a scene," Jacob tried to reason with me. He walked over towards me and tried to place a hand against my cheek.

Did he even realize what he had done? He had publically humiliated, and betrayed me, by sleeping with my best friend, and he thinks I should calm down and stop drawing all the attention to our situation. Not to mention he still thinks he has any right to touch me! He did once, but never again.

Everybody at the party was standing behind me, listening to the fight the three of us were having. I could hear gasps and quiet murmurs amongst them all.

"Get your hand away from me!" I screeched at him while slapping his hand away, "Don't you dare try and even touch me ever again, do you understand that? Its over!"

I turned around and made my way through the crowd of people, with tears streaking down my face.

"Bella! Bella!" I could hear my name being shouted from behind me, I knew they were from Jacob.

"Bella! Wait!" I could hear Rosalie yelling at me from behind. I felt her hand grip around my arm and pull me to a stop.

I turned my gaze on her; it was nothing but pure fury, anguish and betrayal. "Get your hands off me! I never want to see you again. Stay away from me! You bitch!" I screamed at her before carrying on my journey out the front door.

I walked out the door, unsure on my exact plan of action. I came with Jacob, which meant I had no ride home; it would be a very long five miles to walk in the middle of the night. I considered staying behind, maybe Angela could take me home, but I wanted to get away from here now, I didn't want to ever go back. I decided walking would be my best option; it would give me time alone, time to think, and time to plan my next move.

I couldn't walk properly in the high heels so I took them off, I was holding them in one hand when I turned around and stared at the big white house that had once felt like a home to me, now it felt like nothing, like an empty shell, just like me.

I raised my right hand behind my head and threw my shoe with as much force, as I was able to acquire, straight at Rosalie's bedroom window. It went straight through the glass, creating a loud noise. I hoisted my other shoe, in my right hand, and threw it at the lounge window, causing another shattered window. The windows shattering were mimicking what happened to my heart.

I turned away from the house and started walking in the other direction. The tears flowed mercilessly down my cheek. The tracks of my tears caused large rivers down the side of my face. The tears were washing away my old life. I would start again, I would never speak to either of them again, and they could go to hell for all I cared.

Eventually walking became impossible, so I lowered myself down, sliding my back along a tree trunk, until I was firmly situated on the ground. I let the sobs have me. I hung my head forward and rested it on my knees, my long brown hair cascading down my knees and the side of my face, creating a curtain of privacy.

The sobs over powered me with such a vengeance I didn't even hear someone walking up behind me until the reached down and put a hand on my shoulder. The hand was warm, and had a large surface area. I knew it wouldn't be a girl, the hand was too big, it was definitely a man, I though it might have been Jacob.

I was all prepared to turn around and tell him to get lost, until I realized whom it was. It was Edward; we had been friends for the past couple of years. We had become quite close when he came back from University in Chicago. He was Rosalie's bother, which is how we first met. I'm a senior in high school and he has just finished a degree in music.

He was like an older brother to me, he protected me, and we would hang out together. I really loved him as if her were my own brother.

When I saw him and looked into his emerald green eyes, I started to cry even more, it scared me, I had never cried this much before, I had never had the need to cry this much, until tonight

He pulled me up by the hand and hugged me tight against his chest. His arms were creating a protective enclosure around me, protecting me from any more harm. My sobs and tears came back with even more force, I cried and sobbed into his shoulder, staining his shirt with my salty tears. With each round of sobs he would hug me tighter to his chest, trying to hold me together, prevent me from falling apart.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!