I was listening to Leave Out All the Rest by Linkin Park

And I Caught Myself by Paramore

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It had been a month since Edward had left me, and the pain hadn't faded in the least. It still hurt like hell, and there was a huge gap in my stomach and chest. That made it hard to breathe. That made it hard to live.

I hated the new me. I ignored my family, even my two brothers. I cried all the time, and that was weak and stupid. No girl should ever cry over a boy. We're so much better than them. So much stronger.

Ring Ring Ring! The shrill cry of my phone called for the fifth time before breakfast. Annoyed and finally fed up, I answered.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice hoarse. I cleared my throat and tried again.

"Oh my God. Bella?" Emmett's concerned voice asked. I nodded. "Bells?" He asked. Then I realized he couldn't see my nod.

"Yeah." My voice was desperate and was cracked.

"I'll be right there, Bells." Emmett said quickly and hung up before I could object. But I would.

I went into my bathroom and took a shower, ignoring how nasty my appearance looked. I slid on a tight button-up blue shirt with a black cami underneath. I left a few buttons undone. I slid on some nice underwear and a denim mini-skirt that I know Jasper's girlfriend would approve of. I let my hair stay down in its natural curls and put a pinch of mascara and eyeliner on. A quick look in the mirror, a short admiration of my clean up, and I grabbed my wallet and keys, leaving a note for Emmett and any company he planned on bringing.

(Emmett's POV…

I walk up to my baby sister's house, Rosalie and the rest following me closely. Bella had ignored us for a whole month now, Alice explaining why. I hated her brother. The bastard can rot in hell. Go with Tanya, man-whore, just never expect to be accepted here again.

The first thing I noticed was the absence of her car we had given her on Christmas- maybe the bastard took it with him and his shiny Volvo. What a gay car.

I knew where she hid her spare key, so I picked it up from under the big rock- and only rock- and walked up to the door… But there was a letter addressed to me.

It said:

Emmett… and more than likely everyone else.

Thanks for coming down to check up on me, but I'm going to try and cheer myself up. I'm a big girl. Tell Rose and Alice I'm sorry for ignoring them, and their rules. But everyone's gotta cope their own way.

And to my two loving big brothers, thank you for everything, and trying to be there for me even when I wouldn't let you.

Yours,

Isabella.

I read over the note a few times, realizing how desperately wrong she sounded. She would've gotten mad at us. She would've signed it "Love, Baby Bells," This letter sounds like a freaking suicide letter!

What the hell does she mean by "rules"? Bella always listens to rules! Always! I know because I always made fun of her for it. I looked back at Alice and Rosie, who had managed to take the letter from me and read it. They were having those stupid silent-girl-to-girl talks. I waited impatiently.

"Well?" I demanded, both Jasper and I waiting anxiously for an explanation. They looked up at us, worried. My heart was racing.

My Baby Bells.

"We think she's going out to a bar, or doing something stupid." Alice squeaked. She had begun to think of Bells as her sister. She was worried for her. Rose nodded in confirmation.

"What the hell?!" Jasper roared. "A bar?!" Alice was afraid to answer him, her eyes reflected Edwards. Stupid twin brother. "Isabella Marie Swan! I'm going to hunt you down-"

"No! Are you crazy?" Rose demanded, slapping the back of Jasper's head. Is she?? What if Bella gets hurt? "If you pull her from wherever she's going, she'll never heal. But Bella probably is breaking rules that Alice and me gave her… But Bella's a smart girl, she won't let herself get hurt." Rosie assured me, not willing to touch me. I needed my baby Bella.

"Yeah, Jazz… She- She just needs to heal. Let her. She'll just sob in your arms and never like guys again and never fall in love if you pull her back."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" I asked with roll of my eyes. Bella, never falling in love? That doesn't sound too bad to me. Alice rolled her eyes in response, the tension slowly melting.

"Rosalie and I will explain why that's a bad thing, guys. Let's go over to my Mom's, Em." Alice grabbed my large hand in her tiny one and pulled me away from Bella's house. I listened obediently and we headed off to Esme's.)

Back to Bella's POV

I was out my front door and in my shiny car in no time.

All I needed was a bar and some hot guy, and I'd be good for the night. My stomach growled loudly as I pulled up to a bar. And maybe I could throw in some food.

I entered the bar, confident and looking for a one-nighter. I knew I was breaking rules that Alice, Jasper's girlfriend, had given me. And ones that Emmett's girlfriend had approved of.

Rule #3; never go into a bar alone.

Rule #7; Have a phone on you at all times.

I didn't deflate though. I needed something meaningless and fun. Sex without any strings seemed like the answer. Let's just make sure one of these idiots has a condom.

I spotted a very cute guy by the bar, surrounded by a few beautiful girls.

Rule #15; Never fall for the ones with girls hanging on his arms.

Perfect. That rule was for girls looking into serious relationships. He was gonna be in and out of bed. I could flirt it up, earn a drink and some fries, go to his place and be done with it.

A girl got up and left, leaving a spot open for me. I sat in the seat next to him, it was loud and dark in here, the body heat off the dancers polluted the air. And yet, I just felt more confident.

I faced him with a flirtashes grin, moving closer with unexpected confidence.

Apparently getting your heart broken was jus the way to be strong. He spotted me with his blue eyes and grinned.

I'm in.

"Hey, beautiful. Is your name as pretty as your face?"

Rule #13; Ignore the guys with cheesy-

I shook off that rule. I moved my body so he could see my chest.

"How 'bout you buy me a drink and then I'll tell you?" I asked, turning away from him and waiting for my drink. I was shocked by how natural this flirting thing came.

"Sure." He said eagerly, ignoring all other girls that drooled over him. Some girl muttered, "Slutty bitch," but I didn't care.

Rule #26; never get into a bar fight… If you do- win.

Rule #27; Don't worry about the bitches you beat.

He bought me a martini, and I drank it. I usually only had wine every once in a while, like at weddings, but this was an exception. I get the drink.

"I'm Bella."

"Mike." He says, wrapping his arm around my waist. And next I knew it; we were in my room, him pushing me onto my bed with his boner screaming for me. He climbs on top of me, pulling off our clothing. And I don't feel alone. Not anymore.

It was quick, meaningless, and just for one night.

I felt confidence. I felt stable. But he would be leaving tonight… So I guess I'm off to the bar again.

I fell asleep in the strangers' arms and the strange feeling of stability. If this is what would make the pain go away, I'm up for it.

(A/N) I had to let you know what happened to Emmett… Cause I LOVE him! Any comments, complaints, help? IM me or leave it in the review. And I'm not pro at Lemon scenes… I'm only a kid. Thanks for reading, love you!