So I couldn't wait because right after I published the Prologue, I started working on this chappie. Just WOW. Thanks for the reviews and favorites/alerts. I have to say, I doubted the prologue a little.

But thanks! And it all means alot and I'm glad people thought it was fitting and started off good!

WARNING: This is rated M for a reason.

Disclaimers: Twilight isn't mine.

(Not for Edward lovers) {starts off with a slow burn, gradually working it's way up into a roaring flame }


Chapter 2: Why do I love him? He don't love back

Isabella Marie Swan.

That's my name and I'm an 18 year old girl; utterly alone.

I ultimately dreaded the day when he and his family left.

You were just a mere distraction.

A toy. A simple plaything.

I'm leaving. And you're not coming with me.

My mind was always wrapped around that fateful day and was stuck in a constant loop, continuously playing out that same scene and that same event. It was like a tragic play. You turn 18. Some shit goes down on your birthday. And then your only lover and the vampire that stole your heart sucks it dry; killing you.

Edward Cullen killed me.

Not literally of course, but I might as well had been dead.

Charlie had been very frugal about the incident. He often muttered to himself about revenge; sent out search warrants for the Cullen family and tried his best the following days to track them down. A nice father he was.

I forced a small smile as he pulled up in his police cruiser to pick me up from my therapy session. He stepped out of the car, patting me on the shoulder in a comforting way before opening the passenger door for me.

I climbed in, automatically clicking my seatbelt in place and staring out the window at the world passing us by as he drove off.

Charlie consciously tapped his thumb on his steering wheel, as he maneuvered a U-turn, driving down the Forks paved roads. He cleared his throat once.

I already knew at that moment, this was the time he was going to make conversation with me. "Uh... so Bells?" He openly questioned, passing me a quick glance before keeping his eyes peeled on the roads.

I simply nodded, not feeling the need to talk. I leaned my elbow on the armrest.

"How did the therapy session go?" - "...Is it... helping?"

I let out a sigh.

The session was...

It was a surprise.

Find a man. My therapist Hayden Lockhart said those three words to me. If I told Charlie that... "It was the usual. Sucky methods. That same question of how does that make you feel? and all of that. But I suppose..." Lie. "It's helping."

Regular POV

A proud smirk crept into the features of the chief police officer. He nodded his head, clearly happy that his daughter was on the road to a well-lit recovery. Or so he thought.

Truth be told, she was in a daze. Her mind wasn't slurred in thoughts of Edward, surprisingly... but Hayden Lockhart himself.

A new therapist originating from Chicago, Illinois. A true gentleman at heart. He was patient with her. He listened to her story and put up with the petty bullshit of her "lost love". He smirked. Grinned a lazy smile that the brunette felt herself charmed by; he even told her how it is.

That her affections for the Cullen family and Edward himself, was a mere illusion. Puppy love is what he called it.

She almost cussed him out in their first session but she chose to keep her mouth shut, instead letting her eyes do the talking. They would often roam over his concealed chest and arms, when she thought he was too busy trying to address the problem and take his cruddy notes. Isabella noticed he dressed professionally, yet casually.

Button-up shirts and slacks. Two buttons undone to show the prominent, but thin hairs growing on his chest. Structured features, a nice stubble to cover his chiseled baby-like face... Hayden's brown hair, brilliant blue eyes, and pearly white teeth with a perfect smile. Not to mention with the tone muscle he had put on, the middle-aged man was reaching a new plane of handsome.

Hayden Lockhart; unmarried, 36 years old. No children. Caucasian decent, Canadian nationally. Interesting to Isabella.

... But not Edward.

"Something on your mind?" Blurted out her watchful father as he slowly eased into the driveway.

A slow shake of the head made him nod; he stepped out and unlocked the door with her trailing behind.

"I'll be back. Gonna' pick up a pizza." He called out to her as she raced up the stairs.

Isabella stifled a reply, but heard him creak back down the stairs and the front door close; after a while the engine of his car hummed as well. She was laying on her bed now, dimly thinking about how much she missed him. How much her heart ached for the Cullen boy and his family.

As if she were a robot, she flipped over off of her back and onto her side, pulling her phone out of her pocket. With one click, her chocolate brown eyes stared at a blank, white screen labeled Missed Calls.

Nothing.

She clicked the voicemail icon, already knowing the result.

No new voice messages.

Not Edward nor any of the Cullens had contacted her since they left town, but she kept hoping. Her heart was in fact still beating, her sanity was intact by the little thread holding her together and apparently coming from her therapist, Hayden Lockhart... her body was her soul and neither of the Cullens took it.

He said she was alive.

Sure as hell didn't feel it, though.

Her mind didn't believe they could leave her like they did. Edward had said himself he loved her. No one should leave someone they loved. No matter what the stakes and costs are.

Her eyes slowly lulled over and sleep over took her subconscious mind. The same tragic event in her life starts replaying over and over like a nightmare. And then that weird light starts flashing just after he left her alone in the woods.

The figure of a man, clouded by the light is all her eyes can make out before she ends up waking up in a nervous, frantic fit accompanied by shrieks and screams.

Three Days Later

"I understand that Charlie tells me of your constant hollers into the night...?" When a heavy sigh escaped between her parted lips, the man simply laughed. "Also...the crying out for your little boy-lover." Hayden espied, raising an eyebrow.

Teetered, the brunette simply nodded completing her usual habit of chewing on her lower lip. "Y-Yeah." She gulped, not meeting his gaze.

Bella let her shoulders rise and fall. "We all have our nightmares. Don't tell me you've never had them..." She tested, shifting uncomfortably in the loveseat sofa she sat in.

There was a brief silence and his tongue crept out of his mouth to slowly graze over his thin lips. The two pieces of flesh slowly tugged into that signature lazy smile. "Yes. Indeed, we all have... but I'm not the one waking up in the middle of the night crying for a boy that broke up with me and abandoned me deep within the woods. I'm not homosexual to begin with and I'm also not that naive in the first place. You won't see me being left in the woods to die by a little girl." - "Which I am still as equally concerned about. What were you two doing there in the first place? Don't lead me to assume that he fucked you one good time before casting you aside like trash, Isabella."

Flustered yet angered she was, and her hands clenched into fists. "Dr. Hayden... you don't have to be so blunt about everything, you know!"

His response was a mere chuckle as she then dryly retorted, "And no. He hasn't even touch me... in that way." No one has. She thought that last part to herself.

"Who is he?" The therapist inquired with a quirked eyebrow, already knowing the answer. He had reason for his gimmicks and repetitive questions to the teenager, practically adult. Hayden Lockhart knew that he was definitely Edward Cullen, and the smug grin stuck on his face definitely gave the teasing away to Bella.

"You know who he is." Bella shook her head, blushing from the seething anger. "Don't make me-"

He finished her sentence. "Say his name?"

She nodded feverishly. "You can make all of your little jokes about my situation... question me for hours... comprehend philosophical advice to me..." The brunette breathed, snapping her eyes shut and attempt to dig her nails into the cushions of the loveseat sofa. "But don't make me say his name."

"Oh?" His husky voice bellowed, amusement laced within his tone. "Do I sense a bit of anger within Isabella Marie Swan? Come on. Let me here the name of the little boy you oh, so claim to love and be completely wrecked over. Enlighten me. Incite me, Isabella. I must know his name." Fake enthusiasm took over the therapist as he acted like a teenage girl talking about a crush. He even made a show of bouncing in his seat and widening his eyes.

A shrewd man he was.

In that moment, a frustrated screech escaped from the back of her throat and her face flushed red, with anger. "Edward fucking Cullen, Dr. Hayden." She breathed heavily, grasping chunks of her brown locks. "His name is Edward Cullen and I love him. Does that make you happy?!" She cried, furiously wiping the lone tear rolling down her flushed cheeks.

Hayden flashed her a wry smile, shifting his leg respectfully over the other. "Charmed. Up until you declared your love for him." - "How do you feel, now that you raised a little havoc, furiously screeching his name to me?"

Isabella stopped her heavy breathing, her eyes dulling a bit as his question sunk into her mind. She paused, sucking in a deep breath of air and releasing it after a few seconds. Her eyes widened and then unwidened. She shrugged her shoulders, slumping back into the chair. "... Released."

The middle aged man nodded his head, approvingly. "That," He began, clicking his pen and taking a quick note. "Is the first step to erasing your pent up emotions and forgetting your whimsical 'love' for the little boy." - "I'm proud, to say the least."

It was strange. When she said she loved him... it felt foreign on her tongue. The words didn't have the same effect as they did yesterday when she fell asleep saying them. "... Why do I love him?" She thought out loud, cocking her head to the side.

"Infatuation. A fickle crush. His looks. Sex appeal. Kindness. Charm." Her therapist listed, shrugging his shoulder. "Typical teenage girl-things most feel at the young age."

"But it felt real!" Her chest felt dull and an ache overtook the beating and accelerating heart. "H-He told me he loved me... and then to just leave?" Her lips forced itself into a grim smile as she shook her head, tearfully gazing at the wooden ceiling.

"Happens." She could hear Dr. Hayden say with a small frown on his face.

"But..."

"Are you starting to realize that your love for his wasn't love at all? And that he is in fact a little boy?"

Bella was silent. "Let's not move too fast," she exclaimed with a slight giggle, shaking her head and cracking an actual genuine smile for the first time in weeks. "I'm just... slowly starting to realize. Give me some time..."

He sighed, diligently writing the time on the paper and signing his signature at the bottom. "Take all the time you need."

"B-But... I look forward to the next session... you know, s-so I can get over him and find a man like you said..." She stammered, sitting up in her chair. For once, Hayden had to admit she looked alive. Her pale skin was bring back it's natural peachy tone and the dark circles and heavy bags had seemed to diminish a bit once she angrily retorted Edward's name. All apart of his plans to make her feel emotions other than sadness and despair.

A smile played on his lips, ruffling her feathers a bit. "Hm? So Miss. Isabella wants to find a man...?"

Her response was a deep red blush forming on her cheeks.

She watched warily as he stood up from his rocking chair, slowly sauntering over to the available cushion on the sofa she sat on. As her head snapped to the left to gaze at him, his hands slowly reached up taking her soft face in his and he gazed longingly into her chocolate brown eyes. The man slowly inched forward, licking his lips appreciatively.

"I find it completely adorable that you wish to find a man..." He whispered in her ear. "But let's face the facts."

Her eyebrows slowly knit together and then narrowed as he gawked at her lips and then into her eyes, bluntly saying, "That won't be happening anytime soon. You live for little boys and a little boy is all you will get."

Once his hands were gone from her face, she frowned. "Thanks for the encouragement." Bella sarcastically remarked, her voice being weak and flat.

"That is unfortunate," Hayden retorted, sympathetically. "But my words are true and don't deny-"

"Just what the hell do you know? How do you know that I won't find someone not old enough to be my brother and not old enough to be my father?" She spat, mocking his words. "You're just a stupid jerk-therapist! I can move on! I-I can forget him."

One of Hayden's dark brown, thin eyebrows raised and a playful smirk washed into his face. "Is that so, Isabella?"

"Don't call me by my first name." She seethed through gritted teeth.

"Okay, Bella. And just who in their right mind would date a girl who yearns for another man? Or should I say, boy...?"

Bella was silent before blurting out, "I don't know. I-I... I know for a fact that you can't get that job done."

And with that snarky comeback, that's how she started it.

Satisfaction is what she felt when her therapist was quiet and solemn. He seemed frozen in place. Her anger was vibrating off of her and she stood up, heading for the door. Hayden followed and just as she grabbed the door handle, he spun her around and forced her up against the door. The man pressed his body to hers. His intense blue eyes bore into the widened, brown eyes staring back at him and she was suddenly very nervous.

"Let me make myself clear," he said lowly, "You want to know if I would get the job done? Isabella Marie Swan, I've had enough experience to know how to handle your little blasphemous episodes, spurring your so called 'love' for that boy."

The brunette opened her mouth but he pinched her lips shut with his fingers. Her eyes narrowed at him but he kept going. "I could take you quicker than you could scream no. And if I chose to take on that role, you definitely wouldn't know what hit that pretty head of yours."

"I won't choose the location of the woods. Or a hot and sweaty club. Not even this office. We'll be in my bed and you'll be naked." Bella nearly fainted as he cheesed his signature lazy smile, definitely created to melt girls' hearts all over the world; preferably hers.

"You'll be swooning and ready to spread open for me. I'll make you come over and over again. And when you do, you'll scream my name and tell me how good I make you feel." He leaned up and brushed his lips against hers, and her eyes fluttered closed. "I will carve my name on that pussy, Isabella. And when I do, you'll never want anybody else. You will never want Edward Cullen again and if he chose to come back, oh trust. You won't be wrapped around him. You'll be faced with the task of telling him how I got the job done."

And when Hayden pulled away, Bella looked completely baked and mind-fucked. Her eyes were closed. Those thin lips of her were parted and her breaths were short and choppy. She didn't need a vampire to know that her heart was racing because she could feel the furious pulsing in her neck and the thumping of her heart. The brunette was sure that if he slid his hand down her jeans or even so much as touched her thigh... she would come apart in his hands; inexperienced and all.

Once he eased up on her, a sheepish smile plastered on his face just as if they didn't exchange those heated words. "I'm afraid the session won't be for two weeks." When she came to, still as flustered, her new expression of pure shock transformed to the same dull sadness consuming her body and mind that he just managed to make her subdue.

Hayden explained. "I'll be working in a high school to give a seminar and counseling to students with depression."

She sadly looked at her trembling hands, sighing to herself. "I-I... okay."

However after a moment of silence, the signature lazy smile Isabella had grew so accustomed to flashed on his fair skinned face. "Forks High School, that is."

A/N:

Okayyyy, that was intense. Even me typing it. Just know, that those words he exchanged with Bella... is as intense at this story is planned to get.

I'm extremely happy with the response so far. Hopefully this chappie shed a little bit of light? Also, yes. The Cullens do come back. But that's later on.

Next chapter, things really get started.

You all know what to do. (:

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