EPOV

Two years have passed since I left my Bella in those woods. TWO YEARS and she's already getting married. My knees gave out under the pain that consumes my body.

I heard a pained cry from downstairs and a door slam. Great, I ran Jasper out of his own home.

"I'm sorry" I whispered. Not really knowing who my apology was for.

Alice placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, but it was just a gesture. She was trying to placate me. It was not meant to comfort me. It was meant to comfort her. She was basking in my pain right now. She was like a coke addict who was given a pool full of white powder to dive into. But I couldn't fault her. This was her way of trying to forget her pain. She was losing a sister. She was trying to lure me in a false sense of comfort before she pounced.

"We are all going to that wedding" she growled menacingly.

The 'no' that was on the tip of my tongue almost passed my closed lips but it died in my throat when something hit me to the side of my face. Hard. A sickening crack followed the blow and echoed throughout the house.

I won't lie. That hurt like fuck. What a ruthless bitch! If I wasn't so masochistic and enjoying the pain as my penance for my mistake I would have thrown her tiny vampire ass through the concrete wall.

Suddenly our small quarrel was invaded upon by the rest of our family. I mean. What the fuck? Doesn't Carlisle have lives to save? Doesn't Esme have a garden to tend? Doesn't Emmett have an inappropriate joke to tell so that Ice Queen Rosalie can smack the shit out of his granite skull? And Jasper, doesn't he have some innocent human to attack on their fucking birthday? And for Alice to feel guilty about almost getting my—I mean, Bella killed?

"Alice. Calm down" my father commanded.

Well that answers those questions. They don't have anything better to do.

"NO! We. Are. All. Going. To. That. Wedding today!" she gritted out, trying to keep her temper in check.

"Alice. Please" I begged. I was not above begging these days. "Do this for me."

Oh fuck. That was the wrong thing to say. The livid expression on her face told me that much.

"Do this for you? For you?" she demanded incredulously. I was about to nod, but my survival instincts kicked in and warned me against that sort of action.

"All we've ever done! Everything you've ever asked us to do we've done! FOR YOU!" she shrieked angrily. "Carlisle and Esme lost a daughter!"—I winced. My eyes involuntary flickered to theirs but I had to look away from the depth of pain and resentment I found there. "Emmett, Jasper and I lost out little sister because of all your self- loathing emo shit!" she screeched venomously. My shoulders slumped.

"Heck!" she continued, getting even more hysterical "Rosalie!" she giggled. Trying to catch her breath between each giggle, "Rosalie—our—vain bitch of a—of a sister—who doesn't give a rats ass for what Bella meant to us—lost an enemy!" she giggled furiously. She sobered, allowing the venom coating her eyes to subside a little from her fit of laughter.

"Even when she sees how hurt and broken our family has become because of it she's happy! Because in her eyes you got rid of the competition" she sneered turning her glare to Rosalie who folded her arms across her chest and snorted delicately. " But what she doesn't know, if we had a chance, we would dump her prissy ass on the side of the road just so we can spend a little more time with Bella" she turned back to me, "she's the ONLY Cullen that has smiled in two fucking years!" she screeched. Jeez, no one has used a filter in this house since Bella.

"You—you lost your mate Edward." She said sadly, "Your other half! And for what? Jasper didn't bite her YOU ass!" she took a deep breath to compose herself.

"And I, I lost my sister AND my best friend Edward!" the heartbroken expression on her face made my heart ache even more. She was all out dry sobbing right now. "I lost my best friend" she repeated, her voice rising in pitch. "I lost my best friend" she enunciated. "And because of you, my best friend hates me. HATES ME!" she screamed.

That's when she snapped. Her tiny form lunged for my throat. I could have moved, but instead I stared wide eyed at her crazed eyes that were zoned in on my throat. I'm a masochist. Remember?

I know I deserved her wrath. Surprisingly, she didn't chomp down on my neck like I expected her to. Her small fists connected with my face too many times for me to count. Alice may be small, but she packs a mean punch that left me reeling. She must have put all her weight into those punches! Hmm, it might have been that her fists were made of granite too and she had super strength.

My straight lined jaw fucking cracked! Come on! Why do they always attack my jaw? That is painful. I finally had enough and tried to push her off me without sending her through the glass window.

Searing pain flared in my shoulder. Damn it! That little pixie decided to bite me after all! That's when my family decided to intercede. Mother-fuckers! I almost forgot they were here. They thought I deserved this beating as well. They decided to allow Alice to beat the shit out of me for them. They couldn't help their satisfied thoughts from me and Emmett couldn't hide his amusement.

I couldn't help the surge of gratitude I felt to them, for not even I can handle a beat down from all the vampires in this house. Oh dear god. Now I felt even more gratitude at the thought that it wasn't the line backer Emmett who would have surely broken every vampire bone in my body. He would have beaten me thoroughly and not an inch of my vampire skin would have gone unscathed.

And now I had that visual in my head.

A furious Emmett growling with rage as he got the command from my kind hearted mother to attack. His black eyes zoned in on my crumpled form. As my father Carlisle, in a bull uniform throws a red flag over my body. Emmet's meaty fist connects with my jaw.

I winced. Visual over. Not even I'm that masochistic to allow Emmett to murder my ass.

I was broken out of my reverie by Alice's enraged screech. She struggled in Emmett's large beefy arms to no avail. Quite comical if you ask me, but this was not the time to find humor in the fact that Emmett was struggling with pixie sized Alice.

"We are going to that wedding today or I swear to god, if you're not ready to go in an hour, I will tear you. To. Pieces." I nodded in agreement to her outright threat. And felt a smidge of fear. Damn you Jasper. I cursed internally.

And that's how we ended up in the dreary town of Forks Washington. Again.

My family took their seats silently with me in tow. I would have bolted, but Emmett was behind of me and I was not in the mood to be held by my bronze locks and dragged to my seat. So now, here I was, wedged tightly between Emmett and Jasper. I scowled.

I looked around at my family. We were all dressed like we were grooms and bridesmaids. I rolled my eyes. Alice.

The best part of my day was when Rosalie came down the steps wearing a white fitted dress that reached mid thigh. She incurred Esme's wrath. Yes. Esme.

Rosalie thought she looked pretty hot, but the looks of disbelief and disdain that covered our faces were enough to tell her otherwise. The enraged thoughts of my mother invaded my mind.

'Dear god. Can she be anymore selfish? Why the hell would she want to wear white on Bella's wedding day?'

That's when the hold on my mental block disintegrated allowing my family's thoughts to crash into me.

'I can't believe she would stoop that low'

'Ice queen strikes again. Damn, if I wasn't a southern gentleman I would ruin that dress. Oh heaven help me. I sound like Alice!'

'Oh no! Why is Rosie doing this? I love her, but she's getting on my last nerve with this Bella situation"

'I am going to tear her apart'

Before Alice could do such a thing, Esme stepped in and reprimanded Rosalie. The things that came out of her mouth shocked all of us. Carlisle even cracked a smile. Rosalie however, was furious, and stomped up to her room, cracking each stair on her way with her 6 inch heels, to change.

She came back down wearing a blood red dress to match Emmett's corset. Alice wore a jet black dress which exposed her back to match Jasper's black long sleeved tux, Esme, a green floor length empire waist dress to match Carlisle's green tux with gold outlines and me, a black tux with a deep midnight blue corset.

Way to go Alice. Make me wear the very color that looks so beautiful on Bella. What a vindictive pixie. She turned to me and smiled sweetly, like she read my mind. You're not fooling me you evil pixie!

My brief moment of humor was severed as I came back to reality. Wagner's march began to play. Each piano key pressed was like a stab to my heart. I vowed to kill who ever played that piano! Because right now they were my axe murderer, chopping my heart into minced meat.

'Leave!' My mind ordered. 'No!' my body protested, refusing to move for the promise of a glimpse of the love of my life.

A blanket of silence fell over the audience as Wagner's wedding march continued to play in the church. I gasped. I inhaled sharply at the sight walking down the aisle. She walked, not too gracefully down the aisle as she clung to her father's arm.

She looked wonderful in her white dress that flowed gently outwards from her waist. A deep blue sash wrapped around her waist which was embroidered with gold made her creamy white skin even more beautiful. The midnight blue made the flush on her cheeks delectable, and my mouth watered.

I always figured Bella would be the blushing bride. A surge of jealousy ran hot through my veins at the man that would get to spend the rest of his life with her. The furious expression on my face drew Jasper's attention, and he tried to calm me down, but it wasn't working. So I used my love's heart beat. The most beautiful sound in my world to calm me, and it worked. My erratic breathing calmed, my fists relaxed and my jaw unclenched.

Ah. Jasper had a smug look on his face. Please. I rolled my eyes. His fucking gift didn't help shit. His brow furrowed as he felt no waves of gratitude coming off me. That's right. You didn't fucking help.

I went back to ogling the dark haired beauty that had yet to finish walking down the aisle. Her heart beat was frantic, loud, like an off track freight train.

My family looked from me to her soon to be husband. Venom filled their eyes to the brim. Tears that we know could never fall, as they mourned the loss of a daughter, a sister, an enemy and—and a best friend. Their frantic thoughts all centered on me and Bella as their subconscious pleaded with me to stop the wedding.

'For her' my mind reminded me.

I gripped tightly to the wooden bench. I choked back a sob as I watched her father place her small delicate hand in the large callous hands of another.

'That should be me!' my mind screamed.

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