A/N: Hey guys! With my other story near completion and me being in a bad mood the other night, I came up with this idea. Let me warn you, this isn't so happy.

I don't know how long this story will be. I don't know why I posted it... I just wanted to give it a shot.

Post weekly? At least. Not very long chapters.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own them... There I admitted it.


Summary: Edward is one month out of rehab for a drinking problem. Ever since his parents died, he's never been the same. He's given up on everything and just wants to drink. What happens when he comes across Bella one night? Will he fall back into his reckless ways or finally see the light? AH EPOV

Lets get this show on the road!


(EPOV)

I stare at the flashing, neon open sign.

So damn tempting.

I lick my dry lips as my eyes move to the door handle.

"Edward, don't do it." A voice in my head appears. It sounds like Carlisle, my father.

I shake my head and gaze back to the door.

It says 'Open', so that means I should go in right?

Right?

"Wrong." Carlisle's strict voice reappears.

Shut up, dad.

"Don't destroy everything you've worked for." He says. Everything I've worked for?

Rehab was shit. I mean I still want a drink.

Or two.

So here's my dilemma.

I am one month out of rehab. I live with my sister Alice. She never lets me leave, she doesn't trust me worth shit. She's the one who sent me to rehab in the first place, claiming I had a drinking problem.

I really didn't want to go there.

I mean that 'first you have to admit you have a problem' is shit. Ever since I left I never wanted a drink more.

As I said though, Alice doesn't let me out.

She's not here though because she's working. Late. I have four hours left.

And here I am, in front of the local bar.

Involuntarily, my hand reaches up and towards the door.

I probably look like a dumb ass just standing here. Might as well go in, no one here is gonna stop me, eh?

It's dark out, which is surprising. It's September, yeah, but it's still only nine at night.

I can almost hear the music playing inside. The woman walking around.

The drinks pouring.

Shit, I need in there. Now.

But do I go inside or what?

Why aren't I in there?

Why am I even hesitating?

I grab the door but freeze. I can't pull it open. I want to.

Yet I don't.

"Edward." It's my mother's voice. My damn weakness.

My jaw clenches and all my muscles freeze. I can picture my mother's face but I can also picture a Coors calling my name.

Literally.

Freaky shit.

"Just go home." Mom says to me. I shake my head. I can't and she knows that.

I need a distraction.

I look to my side and I see a figure walking, it's getting closer. It walks under a streetlight and I can tell by the curves it's a woman.

She gets closer, walking on the sidewalk. She looks at me quickly but keeps walking. She walks past me and I look to my other side. I watch her as she walks, each step getting farther away.

Distraction.

"Wait." I call out and she freezes.

"Me?" I hear her voice. Or I think it's her. I look around and I don't see anyone else, it must be here.

"Yeah you." My hand releases its death grip on the door.

"What?" She turns around.

I shrug. "What are you doing."

"Look, I'm kind of in a hurry." She tells me quickly.

"You can at least tell me your name." I tell her, shoving my hands in the pockets of my jeans. She's wearing a leather jacket and tight skinnies.

Yeah, I noticed.

She gives me a pointed look. "I don't talk to strangers."

"I'm not the strange." I tell her instantly.

Yeah right.

"I'm still in a hurry." She turns and starts walking. My feet walk and I catch up to her quickly.

"Where to?" I ask, we're walking the same place.

"Home." She replies quickly and quickens her pace. I match her speed and she sighs frustrated. She stops walking suddenly.

"What's wrong?" I ask her. She's in a hurry, yet she stopped.

"What do you want?" She asks rudely.

"Your name." I smirk. "And number."

"How about, I know Twi Kwon Do, so don't mess with me?" She offers.

Feisty. That's pretty hot.

"How about you teach me?" I wiggle my eyebrows.

Yeah, that's me before a shot of whiskey.

Or a beer.

Both sound good.

"I've got to go, I can't waste my time on... you." She turns abruptly and begins to walk again.

"I'm Edward." I call but don't move. "And my number is 9800."

She knows the area code.

She quickens her pace, her arms swinging quickly as she walks.

"9800." I call out again for good measure.

Before I know it she's out of sight.

I look back behind me; down the street is the bar. I'm standing underneath a street lamp. I look at the ground and something catches my eye.

It is silver and shiny. I bend in my knees and I grab it. It's a key on a key chain. On the key chain there's also a picture.

Of the girl I saw moments before.

I smile and shove the key chain into my pocket, turning and walking away with momentum. I have a feeling I met this lovely woman again. I walk; hand hands in my pockets my left hand wrapped around her key chain. I smirk and walk straight past the bar, down the street and round the corner.

...

"Well the fact you live right around the corner from the best damn bar in town doesn't help either!" I hiss at her and slam my fist on the table.

Yeah, Alice and I are fighting.

Again.

Alice crosses her arms, showing no fear. She knows I'd never hurt her. "Look Edward, you need to stop this. You've changed; you've put so much work into this! Do not fall back into your old ways. You're better than this!"

I snort. "So much better. Alice I'm nothing without a drink."

"With a drink you're far worse." She states simply. "Not that you care."

"Nope not really." I admit with a nod. I purse my lips and look down at my plaid shirt. I roll up my sleeves a bit.

"It just gets you into trouble though Edward." She tells me and her voice instantly becomes soft. She walks the few steps across her kitchen towards me, stepping around the glass she broke. Alice reaches up to my face and runs her fingertips over my scarred forehead. I know what she meant when she touched my forehead. I am not stupid.

"I dare you to say that one more time." I hiss between clenched teeth. My fingers are gripping his neck; soon he will be turning purple. He's struggling for air and all I can do is more.

Something hitting the back of my head makes me turn and for a quick second I loosen my grip. That's all it took though, James was free from my grip. Still looking behind me I can see I was hit with a now broken beer bottle. There are people all around, taking in the scene.

"Kate's a slut!" James yells at me again, pushing me square in the chest. My fist clenches and before I know it, he pushed me back. I stumbled but got back into the game, hitting him square in the right cheek.

"Edward..." Alice voice brings me back to reality. "Edward."

"One fight. Not because I drink." I corrected and pushed her hand away without force.

"A damn bar fight. If you were never there-"

"If I was never there, I'd be a wimpy ass sitting on the couch watching the news." I cut her off and she narrows her eyes at me.

We just stare at each other.

"I don't like that Edward." She whispers suddenly. "That's what should matter. Not a damn drink."

"It's a tie." I tell her.

"It doesn't have to be." She shoots back.

I swallow. "I'm doing nothing wrong."

"Nothing wrong? Nothing wrong?" Alice scoffs, throwing her hands into the air as if pleading for help. "You're ruining your life!"

"What life?" I quip. I'm nothing and she knows that.

"You dropped out of college once mom and dad died, Edward. You ruined your life then but you can get it back! You can still be a musician!" Alice is now pleading to me.

I snort again. Filthy habit. "Musician? That was just a dream."

"You were so close to accomplishing. You can get back to that..." She looks at the ground as if it's doing a damn magic trick. It's suddenly entertaining since I look down too.

"I don't see a piano. I don't see the money for me to go back to college." I say.

"Dad's piano is in the storage unit uptown. Get a job if you want money." Alice replies.

We both look up at each other at the exact same time. I open my mouth to speak. "You think I can play Dad's piano?"

"He'd want you to." Alice tells me and she looks as though she wants to cry.

"Don't." I beg her in a demanding voice.

"Please." She squeaks out. "Please change, you're all I have left."

Shit. Can't handle this.

I tug at my hair. "I'm going to bed." I need to get out of this guilt trip.

"Edward." She latches on to my arm when I walk by but I shake her off. "Please."

I don't reply. I just go to my room.

The basement.

Still yearning for a shot of wiskey.


A/N: As I said, I don't know where this is going. Just an idea that popped into my head... Actually one idea of many... This one I just typed because I was close to a computer!

Feel free to review... Give me any ideas or just tell me what you think. Thank you!