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Chapter Two

EPOV

Four years later...

"Edward. Edward, get the fuck up, man," Emmett whispered harshly, yanking roughly on my arm.

"Stop," I groaned, my head pounding. Why was I so fucking hot? Why couldn't I move?

"What the fuck were you thinking? This is bad; this is so fucking bad," he said in a rush, his voice shaky.

What had him so fucking worked up this morning?

I tugged on my arm that was trapped under something, pins and needles shooting up my forearm as blood began to flow to my fingers again. I cracked my eyes open, trying to get my bearings―some sense of what was happening.

I looked at Emmett, his face bright red as he continued pulling on me, his eyes wide as they darted to the door every couple of seconds.

Why the fuck was he in my room?

I lifted my other arm, catching Bella's hair in my elbow. I looked down, ready to pull myself free―but when I looked over, the hair caught in my arm was blond, not brown.

"The fuck?" I lifted up and looking at the person beside me― the person who was not Bella―the person who was in bed with me...naked.

"C'mon man, there's still time," Emmett urged.

But he was wrong. It was too late.

What the fuck had I done?

"Edward?"

Bella's voice was no more than a whisper, breaking as my name fell from her lips, heavy with confusion.

"Edward, no."

My head snapped in her direction as everything folded in around us until time stood still. There was no girl in my bed. Emmett wasn't scrambling around the room, arms full of scattered clothing.

It was just us.

She was in the doorway, both hands covering her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Bella..."

"I never thought you would do it. Oh my God, Edward, how could you?" she screamed.

I flung the sheets back, needing to be closer to her, realizing too late I was still naked. She made a strangled sound in the back of her throat; it was like no sound she'd ever made― and it ripped my fucking heart out to know I was the cause of it.

I grabbed my jeans and wrestled them on, watching as she stood frozen, staring at me; her only movement the heaving of her chest. I stepped toward her the same time the girl in my bed started to stir.

"Edward?" she croaked, sitting up, the sheet falling around her waist.

"Goddamn it," Emmett hissed, staring daggers at me.

I flicked my gaze to her briefly before looking away―she wasn't important. I focused on Bella...who wasn't even looking at me. She was staring intently at the girl in my bed―and she was fucking devastated.

God, I fucked up, but I could fix this. This was me and Bella, we were each others forever. She had to forgive me.

"Look at me, Bella," I insisted.

I needed her to focus her attention on me, not whoever the fuck the girl was in my bed. She slowly shifted her gaze to me, and I felt the tightness in my chest ease. I just needed her to look at me, focus on me.

But her eyes didn't stay, instead they slowly drifted over the room. I knew what she was seeing: the discarded clothes, the liquor, the drugs, the girl.

This was so fucking bad.

"No, Bella," I demanded softly, "me, just look at me." I moved closer. I could see the dark circles painted under her eyes, the paleness of her skin blotched with bright red spots.

She was still the most beautiful fucking thing I'd ever seen.

"I can't," she whispered hoarsely, her eyes dead, flat.

"You can," I argued, "I fucked up. God, baby, I fucked up so bad, but this isn't me. You know this isn't me." I reached out and grabbed her hand, it was clammy and shaky and everything in the fucking world to me.

"You've broken my heart." She snatched her hand away, her voice trembling and hoarse. "Oh my God, Edward, do you have any idea what you've done?" She brought both hands to her chest and fisted the fabric over her heart.

"I can't breathe, I can't...fuck―" She doubled over, her breathing loud and labored, I knew if she didn't calm down she'd pass out.

I crouched down in front of her, bringing both my of hands to her shoulders to steady her.

"Don't touch me," she screeched, reeling away from me. "How dare you fucking touch me when you still have her all over you?" Her arm shot out and pointed to the girl who sat in my bed, wide-eyed.

At least she had pulled on a fucking shirt at some point.

"Baby-"

"I hope it was worth it." She wiped her hand under her eyes, her face suddenly blank. "Emmett, get me out of here." She turned for the door, Emmett moving behind her, shaking his head sadly.

"Hold the fuck up," I shouted, fear running like ice through my veins. "Bella, no. Wait." I moved to follow her, but Emmett stepped to the side, blocking my path.

"Edward, you've been one of my best friends since we were kids, but so has Bella. I swear to God, if you don't let her have some fucking dignity and get out of this house right now, you'll force me to pick sides. And bro, as mad as I am at you right now, you really don't want that," he warned, his eyes hard, angry.

I swallowed thickly, bile rising in my throat, my heart pounding in my chest. "Emmett, she'll forgive me, right? Right?" I asked, desperate for reassurance. It only took a second for his anger to fade and his face to wash with sadness.

I shook my head taking a step away from him. "No. Don't say it. Don't."

"I'm sorry."

And then he was gone. And she was gone.

Bella.

Bella, Bella, Bella.

What had I done?

I stormed back into my room, filled with hate and pain that I could blame on no one but myself.

"Get out."

The girl in my bed stared at me for a second―unblinking... it was almost my undoing.

"Get the fuck out of my house." I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and slammed it against the wall, glass and liquor raining to the floor. She scrambled from the bed, crying and snatching up her things before bolting from the room.

When the front door slammed shut behind her, all that was left was me...and all of the reminders of what I'd done. I fell to my knees, yanking my hair as I rocked back and forth, trying to think, trying to make sense of what happened. Bella's face flashed behind my lids, and nothing could stop the contents of my stomach from expelling from by body over and over again.

I stumbled to my feet, my steps unsteady as I made my way to the bathroom, the bunched rug at the entrance catching my foot. My arms shot out in front of me, but there was nothing to grab, nothing to stop my fall as my head collided with the toilet and everything went black.

A/N

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Hi. Anyone still here? I warned y'all! So now that we've got that part out of the way, lets get to the hard stuff!

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