Don't really know what to write here, except, review if you like it! And if you don't like it, don't be a dick about the whole thing, m'kay? Yeah, the first bit is mostly Bella talking about her relationship with Edward, but it gets better. Just stick around!
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Chapter One

Bella

Honestly, I think Edward hated me. But, on all days, why would he decided to show his hatred on this day, I didn't know. Nothing was working out today. As soon as I woke up I knew it was going to be a bad day. Well, life really does have a sense of humor, doesn't it? It's just a really cruel sense of humor.

Edward was being really distant lately. He never wanted to talk to me or really be around me. And one day, when I was putting up his business suit, I had found a woman's number in his pocket. He was always working late, and was rarely on time for weekend dinners. However, I thought that since our six year wedding anniversary was the next day, I didn't say anything.

When I woke up, I expected my husband to be lying there beside me still asleep, but he wasn't.

We were supposed to have a romantic day, but he wasn't obviously wasn't around. Apparently, he had been out partying with his brothers all night and was asleep on the couch in our manor. It pissed me off, sure it did, but I was going to give give him another chance to make up for it.

Edward finally woke up and I started to get dressed, he just got mad at me.

"What ... are you doing?" He'd snapped. I had looked at him with surprise.

"Aren't we supposed to be going out today? It is our anniversary." I remember retorting. He glared at me with such anger I had swore he was going to hit me, which wouldn't have been the first time...

"Look, my family is here, and-

"And there goes the bit about your family! Great, just great! It doesn't matter that my family never gets to visit, but as long as your family is here, it's alright!" I shouted in a sudden fit of rage.

The entire Cullen family got to watch as our argument moved all over the house, with the argument rooting down to the deeper problems like the affair and the fact he can't stand me anymore. His family hated me. Edward wouldn't admit it, but I knew they did. They had ever since I first met them. Jasper seemed to hate me the most. He was always so awkward around me, always leaving the room every time we were together for more than five minutes. I didn't get it, and it was insulting. I didn't even try to make conversation anymore.

"How about you just go back into the kitchen and make me a sandwich, like all the other regular wives?" I recall Edward had shouted at me. Was he living in the sixties or something? Jerk!

"Edward, what's up your ass?" I had weakly retorted. Before the marriage, he was sweet and kind and told me he loved me every day. Now, he was such a jerk, uncaring and probably a cheater. The only times he ever said those words was on a very good day.

The arguing was getting us nowhere, so I told him I didn't think I loved him anymore and I drove to Seattle with a large wad of Edward's money and rented a nice hotel, then started crying my eyes out. The most tragic part of it all was that I'd probably go back to him, and he'd take me back, but treat me worse than he did.

Why would I go back? Because I'm a rich, spoiled brat that never hadn't had to work since I was seventeen or do anything for myself because of Edward. I don't even know how to wash clothes anymore! What was I going to do, I could always relearn these things. I really didn't want to have to go back to that hellhole. I wiped my tears away and tried to perk up.

A couple hours of shopping for essentials later it was night and I wanted to feel good for once. Just because it was my ruined anniversary and birthday (Edward decided that the "best" thing that had ever happened to him should be on the day I was born) didn't mean I couldn't try to enjoy myself. I went to the bar down the street and order a mixed drink as my personal way to prove to Edward that I could do what I want, even if he had originally forbidden me to drink.

The way I saw it, our relationship wasn't going to last much longer anyway.

I dressed up the way I wanted to tonight. Edward never let me, so I just couldn't resist wearing a nice little cocktail dress and six inch heels. Usually I was terrible in heels because of my extreme clumsiness, but I felt daring tonight! It made me happy to dress how I pleased for once. Guys flirted with me, pumping my ego up. I wasn't planning on cheating on Edward since there was still the possibility that we might get back together, but it was tempting.

By the time I had refused the forth guy I felt really good about my self. I hadn't been this happy since I started dating Edward.

Edward … where was he? I mean the real him, not the one that has grown to resent me so much over the years, but the one that used to hold me at night, the one that said he would die without me. Where was my Edward? He used to be there, but now he was completely gone. Old, teenage, carefree Edward was gone, replaced with overworked, grouchy Mr. Cullen.

Wow, I was only twenty-four and already worrying about this. It made me sad to think about it.

The break up was unavoidable. I just ... couldn't stand him anymore. He had grown so egotistical so quickly after the honeymoon phase was over and I hated him. Yet … it still hurt so much to be leaving him. I just wanted him to say he loved me once again. If he could just come after me and say that, I could be happy with him once more. Was it going to happen? No, it wasn't. So I should stop complaining and move on to the next stage of my life. Wherever that goes.

"Isabella." I heard a man say. For a moment, I prayed it was Edward, but his voice was softer, kinder. Unfortunately, I still recognized it.

"Hey ... Jasper," I mumbled, a little more tipsy than I thought.

"May I sit down?" He asked. I turned around to look at him in shock. Did he just ask to sit down?

"Um, yeah, go ahead." I said. Jasper sat down beside me and ordered a beer. He didn't drink it, just played with the label. He seemed to be down about something, but I didn't know what. We (well, only me. He just stared at his bottle) drank in silence for a while, listening to everyone else have fun and scream at each other. It was nice to hear everyone else argue for once. It wasn't just me, ya know?

"What do you want Jasper?" I asked after a while. I figured I should at least try not to be so awkward, even though I was surprised he hadn't made up an excuse to leave yet.

He looked at me with those eyes … and I realized he had the saddest eyes I had ever seen. It was like his eyes had seen things people really shouldn't see.

"I tried to get Edward to come apologize. He say no, obviously." Jasper replied. I just pretended to watch sports on the TV.

"But why are you here? I thought all of you hated me." I growled.

"I-I wanted to apologize for being so cruel to you. I apologize about everything my family and I hasn't done to make you feel accepted. It's not that we don't like you, it's just that Edward said you didn't want anything to do with us. It's complicated and, again, I'm sorry." He explained with a sad smile on his scarred face.

I couldn't help smiling.

"It's fine." I tried to say.

"No, it's really not. But, here's to a fresh start, I suppose." He took a swig of his drink and cringed.

"Tastes like shit?" I guessed. He nodded with a smile.

"Completely."

I laughed and handed him a different drink, my sign of acceptance.

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We talked with one another for while and actually got to know one another. It was very nice to be talk to him and not have Edward commenting on every other sentence. After we officially got to know one another, I realized that I liked him a lot. He was sweet and polite and wasn't overly talkative. It was nice to be able to have a decent conversation with someone without arguing for once.

The bar closed hours later, but we were both pretty drunk by that point. We stumbled up the street to my apartment, giggling at each other for no reason. We laughed our way into the building and towards room on the first floor. The entire building was quiet except for us.

"Hey Jasper! What'cha doing with her on your arm? Or what are you planning on doing?" The guy asked with a cackle. Yes, a cackle. Or a crackle? What was the word again?

"She won't get off me!" Jasper laughed back.

I was so drunk I actually could barely see now, but I felt someone exchange me and Jasper and another man finishing a conversation.

"You get home Jasper. I'll get her to her room." The man said. I kept blinking my eyes but I was swimming in and out of consciousness.

"Thanks. Bella's room is 25. See you in the morning." And then we started towards my room.

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Emmett

Jasper was really, really drunk, which shocked me. Only I got drunk. My brothers were such stiffs, especially Jasper. He drank less than Edward! At least I thought he didn't.

And what I found even more amusing was that Bella with him. And she was glued to him. Bell was wearing a cute little cocktail dress with killer heels. I meant killer, as in it looked as if she was going to fall to her doom or something.

Why was I here, you ask? Well, Seattle is where I drive off to when I make the wrong "Rosalie can't have a baby" jokes. All of those jokes are wrong, but they seem to always loosen up my superiors at important golf meets and dinners. I caught Rosalie on a bad day, accidentally said one of the jokes, and got kicked out of the house. I drove to Seattle, walked into the closest strip club, and started doing tons of Jello shots and getting nice and drunk.

That's why I was here and that's why I found Jasper "escorting" Bella to her room.

I jogged/slightly wobbled up to Jasper and slapped him on the back.

"Hey Jasper! What'cha doing with her on your arm? Or what are you planning on doing?" I laughed. Jasper leaned Bella up against a wall and fondled my face for no apparent reason.

"She won't get off me!" Jasper laughed back.

Bella, meanwhile, was touching the wall. I think she was more drunk than both Jasper and I combined. She turned around and fell into my arms.

I looked into her glazed eyes and felt an unnatural feeling spring up in my abdomen.

"You get home Jasper. I'll get her to her room." I said absently, overwhelmed with this odd feeling. I had felt it before, but that was when I had met Rosalie.

"Thanks. Bella's room is 25. See you in the morning." Jasper headed off quickly. He seemed to not want to be around her too much. Then we headed towards her room.

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Yeah, the chaps long, but I wanted to create a sense of wonder! heehee The next chaps will hopefully be shorter for my attention span. I swear, I have memory span of a goldfish sometimes.

If you want to know what happens next, please read on. I pretty much already have the next chapter done, but if I can just get enough views...

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