Chapter 1
His body tensed as he heard the door slam to a shut. Anger, worry, disappointment, and pain washed through him as he heard the uneven footsteps. She stepped into the lit room, nearly stumbling into the wall.
"Hi Eddie," her words slurred flirtatiously. Edward was disgusted. Disgusted in himself that he couldn't fix her, and disgusted that he'd let it go on for so long. He stood, walking over to the mess on two feet named Bell Swan. "Bella, sweetheart. Please get into bed. You're shivering and you'll catch a cold. Get some sleep," he pleaded sweetly, gently caressing her icy cheek. Edward found it terrifying that he could barely feel her warm skin beneath the extensive amount of make-up.
She roughly slapped his hand away, clicking away from him in her high heels. "Don't tell me what to do! You are such a pussy Edward, honestly! I come home, basically throwing myself at you, willing to give you a good fuck for once in your pathetic life, but all you ever say is 'go to bed'. God. Dammit!" she growled as she ascended the stairs, having not noticed the pained look on her fiancée's face. Edward knew that even if she had stayed to see his hurt expression she wouldn't have cared. She probably would've laughed, or sneered at him.
Again he flinched as the slamming of the upstairs door was heard. Everything had gone impossibly downhill for Edward. He hadn't known what had happened, there simply had been a sudden change in his lovely Bella. The once so beautiful brunette woman, turned into the crack-head wreck that came home at all hours of the night stoned, drunk, or sometimes even both. It smashed Edward's heart to pieces, but he had no way of stopping it.
He'd attempted on countless occasions to stop her from intoxicating her body with the harmful drugs, but she'd threatened to kill herself every single time. Edward understood she was so addicted that she'd probably go insane without the drugs, indeed killing herself. He'd tried sending her to rehab but the last time, she'd gone completely ballistic in the lobby, knocking tables over, giving the receptionist a concussion, and shrieking that Edward had kidnapped her and was raping her. The police had been furious after the entire affair was cleared, and Edward was left more hopeless than before.
Why didn't he just dump her? Throw her into her father's house and rid the stress of his young life? Logically, Edward pondered daily over these questions but he always came up with the same answer. No matter how much Bella had changed, no matter how many times she rejected his love, or screamed at him that he was a failure, she'd always be Bella Swan. Edward knew that buried deep inside of that insane woman upstairs was the young girl he'd fallen in love with so many years ago. Edward was on a mission, to find that girl, to be Prince Charming and to find his long lost love.
Though of course it was difficult, having Bella come home early in the morning intoxicated and smelling of drugs. The smell of cologne surrounded her, as she slammed the door daily making her fiancée flinch every time. Jacob Black's cologne. Of all the things that bothered Edward the most of Bella was that she was cheating on him with maybe every man in Forks. Everyone knew Bella as the town slut, and what could Edward do? Deny the obvious? The only thing Edward could do was to pretend he didn't hear the whispers behind his back whenever he was out in public.
It was heartbreaking, absolutely depressing. But Edward was still determined to find his Princess, even if it meant going through hell and back first.