Sorry it took me so long to update, but I hope you like Bella's new life!

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To Hell and Stuck

The first thing that came to mind when I woke up was my headache. It felt like my head was being split into two pieces, and no amount of medicine could stop the hurt. The second was the feeling of being held by firm, strong arms. I could feel Edward's breath on my neck and his arms tighten around me, so I kept my eyes shut and tried forgetting the pain in my brain. That was until he gave a small grunt when I wiggled in closer to him.

"Mmm, baby." He purred, but it wasn't Edward. Edward's voice was soft and thick, this guy's voice was rusty and just…not Edward. I shot out of bed, hitting a side table that usually wasn't there. Come to think about it, this bed wasn't even mine. I wasn't even at my dorm. Where the hell was I? I grabbed onto the lamp on the table and spun around,

"Oh my God," I yelled, "Jake?"

"Now," he grinned, patting the spot beside him on the bed, "that sounds more like what you said last night." His grin was just like I remembered, childish but sort of attractive. His tan skin was sweating, and his hair was sticking up in every direction. Those brown eyes that I used to trust were filled with…love? I took a step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

"What the hell did you do to me?" I was not going to cry. I was not going to cry. As much as I wanted him to look sly, he looked honestly confused, his eyebrows crunching together.

"Bells, what are you talking about?"

"Don't call me Bells! Don't call me anything!" I screamed, not noticing I was taking a couple more steps back until I hit the doorknob. I cringed from the slight pain before holding out my lamp like a sword and putting my attention back on him.

"Okay, I'm so not catching on. Is this foreplay?"

"Foreplay?" I managed, "Jake, I hate you. I told you that clearly when you tried to rape me, remember?"

"Rape you?" he exclaimed, climbing out of bed completely naked. Oh no, he did. He finally managed to finish what he wanted for so long. Tears formed in my eyes, but I sucked them right back on. My legs wobbled and gave me away. "Bella, I would never do something you don't want to do." He promised, and for a second I actually believed him. He looked so young and purely good.

"Did you drug me?" I questioned, but he took the amount of steps needed to reach me and grabbed the top of the lamp.

"Bella-"

"No!" I screamed, "Where's Edward? What did you do to him?"

"Edward? Have you gone off your meds? You hate that guy." No. No, I would never be able to hate Edward. I couldn't imagine a life without him. I couldn't imagine anything without him. I had to get out of here. I was probably being pranked by Tanya. She's probably keeping Edward hostage as I think. Jake took advantage of my thinking and pushed the lamp away so he could stand a couple inches away from me. I shrunk back as far as I could from him, but he placed both hands on my face and looked straight through me,

"Are you done joking around now?" he breathed. It took all I could muster not to throw up in his face. The face that I once loved like a brother. I pushed him away, and typically pushing Jake away was harder than pulling Edward to me, but he helped me out and took a couple steps back.

"I am not joking around. You need to stay the hell away from me. You need to keep your distance or I'll call the cops!" This time Jake's face went from confusion to downright mad. He held up his hands and put them behind his neck, his eyes sending daggers into mine.

"You know what? Everyone's right about you, you are a bitch." He hissed, before turning around and heading to the tiny kitchen. I realized I was probably standing in his apartment, my clothes scattered all over the floor, but my shoes were perfectly standing beside the door. I didn't put much thought to that because when I looked down I saw I was completely naked, standing by the door, in Jake's apartment. An apartment I didn't even know he had. Then Jake's words made their way into my brain and I let out a gasp,

"A what?" I nearly stuttered. He gave a cold laugh and turned back around to face me,

"A bitch, Bella. You're a full hearted, cold, lying, cheating bitch!" I wanted to break down and sob. Jake was possessive, sure, but he never said anything like that to me. Even when I ran out of his house screaming and shouting for the cops, he never called me anything as evil as that.

"I would never cheat on Edward." And I wasn't a bitch! For crying out loud, I could barely cuss or tease without feeling bad. I helped everybody around me 24/7. I was anything but a bitch.

"What's with Edward all of a sudden?" He exclaimed, " . ." Every single one of those words dug into me deeper and deeper until I forgot to breath. I placed my palms on the door to not slide down it and break down.

"B-but-"

"Mike trusts you, but you always seem to hurt him. How many more times are you going to sleep with me before you tell Mike?"

"Stop making these accusations! Stop treating me like a whore! You brought me here, you drugged me! You did something to me!" I cried, not being able to hold in the tears any longer. My whole dignity was cut into shreds and my whole world was turned upside down. My life was perfect, why did he have to ruin everything again?

"Bella," he breathed, sadness and pain shown on his face, "Baby, I'm sorry." What? This wasn't the Jake I knew. Jake would never apologize and look like he was in pain when I cry. What was going on?

"I'm not a whore." I said more to myself than to him, but he answered anyway,

"No. Well, not according to me. There's nobody else I would have lost my virginity to." Blood drained from my face and my whole body collapsed onto the ground. Jake wasn't a virgin. There was no way I was the one who took that away from him. He slept with a different girl everyday back in high school. He was the one who told me it wasn't as painful as I thought. This is just a bad dream. This is not real. All I have to do is wake up and find myself in Edward's arms again.

"Bella?" Jake asked, snapping me back.

"You aren't real." I breathed, "None of this is real." Hurt took over his features as he kept on stepping closer to me. He kneeled beside me and I covered up as much as myself as I could with my arms.

"You're hurting me Bella. I am real."

"I have to get checked for STDs now…"

"WHAT?" If I thought Jake looked angry before, he was more than angry now. He shot up faster than I did when I jumped out of bed and broke the lamp that he grabbed from me before. "If anyone should get tested, it's me! How could you even say that? Who do you think I am?"

"Oh, I know exactly who you are!" I yelled back, standing up and walking towards my clothes. I put on my underwear and started searching for my pants, "This isn't funny anymore! I need you out of my life!"

"You know what? All this time I've spent defending you from people, all this time and they were right." He gave another shrill laugh, rubbing his face with his hands, bringing more color into them. "You aren't worth it. Not anymore." I found a short pencil skirt and supposed it was mine, even though I had never owned anything that short. I decided asking questions now was not a good time, but I really did like those black skinny jeans Alice had given me. I put on the skirt without turning around to face Jake and his nonsense. I found a black shirt, which was way too small to be Jake's, so I put it on. Realizing too late that it rode up way too high for my liking, I pushed past Jake and headed for the door where my high, leather boots were placed. It still surprised me how they were perfectly in place on the doormat.

"Bye Jake." I said when I finished dressing myself, "I hope we're never to cross paths again." Before Jake could even let out a breath I unlocked the doors and shut it behind me, letting out a long sigh when I was in the clear.

When I was far enough away from Jake, walking down the New York streets I let myself sob. I had so much to do now, like find Edward and explain everything to him, get tested to see if I'm still healthy, and cry to Alice about everything. How could I even face Edward now? He wouldn't even want to touch me anymore. It's like him sleeping with Tanya then coming home to me and wanting the same thing to get his mind of the terrible experience. I couldn't do that to him.

I kept walking, ignoring the fact that my chest hurt from missing Edward so bad. I didn't have anything to drink last night, and how on earth was Jake at Tanya's party? They only words they exchange are 'Ahhhh' and 'Ohhhh.' I shook away the mental picture that it brought to my mind and kept walking. I was a couple feet away from Columbia before long and just stopped. Before me was Edward. Beautiful, gorgeous Edward…was laughing? Laughing with friends I had never seen before, which wasn't that surprising considering we're both pretty new to New York, but it was enough to get me flustered. Yet, as soon as he crossed the street I sprinted to him. Sprinted so fast that my legs caught fire. When I was close enough I jumped up into his arms like I always do and buried my face into his neck.

"Oh, Edward." I cried, "I'm so sorry." But he wasn't hugging me back. His usual, protective arms didn't encircle me and hold me tighter. Instead, I heard a tiny gasp, his arms shoulder width apart. I let go, suddenly humiliated that the love of my life didn't greet me the way he usually does.

"What the heck?" he murmured, but his two friends hanging around him just gave me huge smiles and a tiny wave. I must have looked terrible, so I ignored the creepy glares and turned back to Edward.

"Heck?" I asked. Edward never says heck. Fuck, shit, or something like that but never heck. And since when does Edward wear glasses almost bigger than his face? Don't get me wrong, he looked damn straight sexy, but glasses?

"Is this another joke? Because I can't handle another-" I didn't wait for him to finish. Surprising even me I pulled his face down to mine and crashed my lips against his. This time his hands did find my body but not to pull me closer. Just when I was about to deepen the feel of his warm lips against mine he pushed me away, eyes wider than his glasses. Overstatement. Nothing could be wider…

"Stop!" he cried, taking a step back. That step back made my heart break, but his friends pushed him forward again.

"But I love you, Edward. I need you right now." Tears spilled over my cheeks, and usually when that happens he would kiss them away, but right now? He just stared at me, no emotion at all.

"You did this to me once, Bella, and I swore I would never speak to you again." What could I have possibly done to him? How could I ever hurt my Edward? His piercing green eyes looked angry, but his lips were slightly parted, as if to consume the kiss that had just transpired.

"No, Edward. I would never hurt you. I would never-"

"Isabella Swan!" A loud voice called from behind me. I turned around, although I wanted nothing more than to stare at Edward forever. Edward who was holding a backpack on two shoulders even though he always one straps it. Edward whose hair is nicely combed and gelled as if he's going into a job interview. No more was his shirt the usual color, but instead it was a light green, flowing great with his eyes, and dark navy sweat pants. "Mike just called me!" I couldn't put a face to the voice quiet well, but the girl grabbed onto my arm.

"Great?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and twirled her red hair with the hand that wasn't tugging on my arm. I restrained.

"Jerk off." She said to Edward. It seemed like that was a normal greeting between them because Edward just rolled his eyes and was about to leave with his two new best friends.

"Freak off, Victoria." Freak off? What was happening to my Edward? Freak off? Wait… Victoria?

"Don't call him that!" I hissed, releasing myself from her grip and reaching out for Edward. He turned around, complete surprise taking over his face before he hid it again and turned the corner, out of my sight.

"What has gotten into you?" Victoria asked, grabbing my arm again and heading the opposite direction Edward just went.

"Why are you talking to me?" I managed, my voice barely a whisper. What had just gone down between Edward and I was too much to handle. I was sure I would have broken down by now and joined the homeless beside me.

"Oh, God." She groaned, "Are you hung over? Or drunk this early in the morning?"

"Hung over?" hung over? I never get drunk. That wasn't my thing. Ever. "I don't get drunk. And I certainly do not talk to you!"

"Ha-ha, you had your laugh." We were heading to a small coffee shop, which sounded like just what I needed, but how did Victoria know that? "Show your best friend some love now, bitch." She kissed my cheek before pulling out her blackberry and sending a quick text. "I told Mike you're okay. You might wanna check your phone, you know. I thought Jake took you for good this time." Although she laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, I couldn't stomach anymore. I threw up. I just let everything go and threw up. Now remember when I said that all my dignity was gone before? No. It was gone now.

"Damn girl. How much did you have to drink last night?" Victoria asked, pulling back my hair. What was going on? Edward was a nerd, Victoria was my best friend, Mike was my boyfriend, and Jake was my fuck buddy? What happened to my life? I threw up again.

"I know it's a Saturday and all, but you think we could head back to NYU? Mike is totally freaking out, babe." Victoria said simple. We were both sitting in couches made for one person, but really too big for two. Victoria was more like lounging, though. Her legs crossed, blackberry in one hand and iced tea in the other.

"Um… I actually have something I need to get done here." I said casually, even though I was still freaking out inside.

"Oh I see, more hearts to break?" Victoria laughed. She tugged down her sunglasses from above her head and got up. I took the second to examine her, but couldn't help but stare. She was prettier than she was the last time I saw her in junior year. She never showed up to any classes senior year, which still shocked me as to how she was in NYU. Her red, curly hair fell down her pale, bare shoulders. She was wearing a white and blue, sleeveless dress that stopped mid thigh with tall, white wedges. If I didn't hate her so much, I would have told her she looked great, but obviously I didn't hate her today. She didn't hate me, either. I was being pranked. I had to be pranked. I wanted Edward back.

"Well anyway, I'll talk to you when you're you again." She bent over to kiss my cheek before strutting out of the coffee shop.

As soon as she was out of sight something started vibrating. In my skirt's back pocket was a blackberry, same one as Victories', begging for attention. 13 new messages. I held my breath and pushed the button,

Where the hell are you, Babe? –M

You're killing me here. I called you a million times and your boy friend is driving me fucking insane. –V

C'mon bitch you can't just leave in the middle of the party –V

But the text that made my toes curl was Jakes'.

I'll be waiting outside, just get away from Mike quick. –J

No way. How could I do that to Edward? How could I cheat on him with two guys last night? And Mike? Bella, he's like four years old! Which reminds me, I need to get tested. I placed my phone back into my pocket and headed out of the coffee shop and towards the doctors. My dad gave me a list of good doctors because I was so clumsy before I came to New York. He always had my back. So I went to the doctor I know best due to my need to see him my first day here with Edward and decided that they day well just get better from here.

When I finally made it the building it looked different. It was still in the same place it was. A couple blocks away from Columbia and all, but it looked run down and sketchy. I opened the door and was right away greeted by a young, blonde woman at the desk across,

"Isabella, you came ahead of time." She smiled.

"I did?" I didn't know I made an appointment. And how did the building look so different from only six days passing?

"No worries, the doctor has some free time." again, she said it sweetly, like I was a regular patient. "Have a seat and he should be right with you." I decided that asking questions wasn't getting me anywhere, so I took a seat on one of the blue chair by an old man with his arms wrapped, probably broken. He gave a nod and I managed to pull of my usual smile. It was no longer than ten minutes later that the doctor stepped out into the waiting room and called my name. My head snapped up but when I saw the face of the doctor I was completely winded.

"Carlisle?" I whimpered. Carlisle was Edward's dad, but he wasn't a doctor, and no way was he actually in New York. You see, Carlisle was a big time lawyer, always away or reading books in his study. He never really associated much with Edward, and rarely spoke to Esme, Edward's beautiful mother. He was the type of man who was strictly business, always in check and in work mode. Edward always spoke about how he felt neglected sometimes and that he was never good enough for his father. Although Edward had a perfect GPA and ACT, SAT score, his father always looked down on him.

Now, as I finally stood up and made my way towards Carlisle I could see something different in his eyes. They looked kind and gentle, not like I used to see every day in high school. Doctor? How was a big shot lawyer suddenly a doctor working at a rundown looking hospital?

"I have your results." He said quietly, pointing with his hand to the hall he had just walked through. I followed inside and he closed the waiting room door.

"What results?" I asked as we walked into what I assumed was his office.

"Your pregnancy scans, of course." He laughed weakly, trying to keep up with my confusion. I stopped walking, hand over my heart to make sure it was still beating.

"Pregnant? Oh my God, am I? That couldn't be me! I wasn't here!" Carlisle put a firm hand on my shoulder and led me into his office before shutting the door and helping me sit down. I needed a trash can, for I was surely going to throw up again.

"Isabella, you must breathe." He said soothingly, sitting down at his own chair behind the long, wooden desk.

"I-I can't be-"

"No, you're not. And you're perfectly healthy." I let out a much needed breath and sagged down in the seat. This time it was Carlisle's turn to be confused. He placed both hands on the table and leaned forward to get a closer look at me. "Have you been drinking, sweetheart?" He asked. Why does everyone keep asking me that?

"No. No Carlisle, I don't know what's happening to me."

"It's okay. Sometimes this sort of thing happens when people are in shock. Loss for words and-" he seemed to ignore the fact that I used his real name and not Dr. Cullen, but I just couldn't believe that Edward's father was telling me I wasn't pregnant.

"You're a doctor!" I blurted out. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes widening.

"Yes, Isabella."

"B-but you can't be. You're a lawyer! You aren't this nice."

"Isabella, I have to ask you to please sit down." I didn't even realize I had jumped up, but I nodded and took my seat again. So this wasn't a dream for I would have woken up if all this sweat was trailing down my body.

"Why wouldn't I just take the test myself?" I asked myself out loud. Carlisle raised an eyebrow as if I was crazy and leaned forward again.

"Bella," so he knew my nickname, huh, "you ran out when I told you it was a possibility. I'm surprised you even came back to figure out the answer."

"I ran out?" That didn't sound like me. But of course it could have been. I mean, I was a bitch and all.

"More like knocked over the chair, threw some papers off my desk, broke my lamp-"

"I get it." I stopped him. He just nodded curtly,

"I want you to get some rest." But I shook my head. I needed to get to the bottom of this, I wanted to know what was up with the love of my life.

"How's Edward doing?" I asked. This shocked Carlisle more than anything I had said so far because his eyes widened and his fingers started drumming on the table.

"Edward's…fine." He answered slowly, as if I was up to something. "Isabella, I am being exceedingly warm to you, so please don't bring my son any harm."

"Why would I do that?" I shouted, but sank into my seat when I noticed how loud I've been.

"That's what he's been trying to figure out for a while now. I just beg you, leave my son alone." I didn't know how to reply to that. I was the one who always took care of Edward and let him take out his anger in my home when his father pissed him off. The father that was now compassionate and loving all of a sudden.

"Okay." I squeaked out, "Okay."

"Now, I know you come here a lot because of this Jake boy, but I have found a suitable doctor for you close to NYU." He knew about Jake?

"But I like it here." I argued, leaning towards him. He didn't move back away from me, but instead examined my closer as if I had gone ape shit.

"You have been wanting me dead since you stepped foot in here. What is going on, Isabella?" I didn't allow him to look into me any farther. I stood up, fixing up the damn skirt that was probably showing my ass as I speak, and turned around. "Isabella, at least take the doctor's name." But I didn't turn back around to face him. I couldn't let him see me cry over my past life. I stumbled out of the hospital and headed out to find Edward. Maybe something to eat as well on the way…

So Bella's perfect life is becoming her worst nightmare! It does get better though, hopefully, I promise! For now, just bear with Bella's confusion and see what drastic changes still await her once perfect world!

Poor Edward.