"You don't even know me!" he hissed in my face. I couldn't help but feel slightly turned on by this. Even though his grip around my wrist was suppose to hurt it did nothing but arouse me.
"I know more about you than you think Edward." I said coolly. Trying desperately to hold back a moan.
I continued. "I know you were never the same after Izzy died. I know you hate that I'm the spitting image of what you lost. You avoid everyone that cares about you because you can't take their constant pity. You have a different whore in your room every night just so you don't have to be alone. Just so you don't have to deal with reality." His grip loosened on my wrist as he slowly backed away from me. Never breaking eye contact with me.
"You don't know what your talking about Phoenix." Edward said. Barely audible for me to hear. I couldn't help but feel somewhat bad for him. I could see all the emotions flash across his eyes. Anger, self-hate, pity……hurt. But I couldn't help but be a bitch. His ignorance of the obvious was pissing me off.
I snorted.
"Wow it must be fun swimming in denial" I said sarcastically.
Edwards features hardened and his eyes glazed over with fury. "What about you?" he said calmly. Too calmly. "What about me?" I shrugged indifferently. I wasn't really sure where he was going with this, but I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it. He laughed humorlessly. "Now look who's in denial." He said as walked slowly towards me. "Phoenix what exactly happened to you that you are so bitter about?" he questioned.
I froze.