Previously....

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into...

Edward looks at me and I fake a smile so he won't see.

Tears were running down my face now. I hated him so much, yet I loved him more than my own life. I'd known him for my life, and that's how he repaid me.

"Bella..." He whispered then I heard footsteps exiting the room. I sung the last line of the song again.

Edward looks at me and I fake a smile so he won't see.

Chapter 3

Trust, What Does It Mean?

Dedicated to Tsuyu ryu.

I continued playing songs. Songs that included love and hurt, which basically didn't narrow it down. I played some of my own. There were my favourites, my worst, but either way they meant something to me. I've been writing songs since I was 9, but they were all crap. Though, there was one I wrote about me and Edward meeting. Then another when I first begun to like him, not as just a friend, when I was fifteen. And another, when we started dating. The days where I felt like the world could crumble but our love would survive, when the time stopped ticking and we were still moving. Love means a lot doesn't it? It shows many emotions: happiness; anger; hurt and flawless. More even! And I've been through every single one. I thought, "Its how it's supposed to be". But I was wrong, it's not. Trust, what does that mean? Reliance on something in the future; hope? I don't know, but I know that it's something big.

I ran down the stairs with my guitar, almost slipping on the bare, wooden flooring but caught myself on the banister. I grabbed my bag from the living room and sat at the kitchen table. I wrote down lyrics to my song that was replaying in my head. I usually kept a notepad with me, but obviously, it was now in my bag. I was done in seconds and I wanted peace. So I left the Cullen house after shouting where I'd be.

After stumbling over tree roots, I looked for the benches put up in the garden. I found my favourite in the corner, away from everyone, yet still within seeing distance. I was playing my song for the tenth time. I loved it! I was at the end of the chorus when I heard footsteps. They were light yet loud footsteps. Definitely someone I knew, but it wasn't a female, and it wasn't someone I could think of.

Next, I heard a guitar strumming. It was a soft beginning which became harder which then became softer again. I needed to find this mystery person. I set off down the back trail where I could see everything without turning my head all the time. I couldn't see anyone. It became louder as I went down a few meters. I stood beneath the sound. It was so light, unbelievably soft.

I looked up and saw a red guitar. It was metallic red, the one I've seen in my dream when I used to come out here with...

I looked up again and saw bronze hair. My favourite hair. It was bronze, messy and perfect. The song stopped and saw someone drag their hand through their hair. Edward...

I went to walk further. I didn't want to see him again. Not after two days ago. I heard him turn and call my name. By now I was walking so fast I reached the house in seconds. I entered and went into the garage. Band practice. The one word which kept entering my head when I looked around. The futon had been covered with black fabric. I went over and felt it. Silk.

I went over to the microphone with my guitar and begun singing. It was my favourite. I keep singing it, but I loved it. Not for the lyrics or the music, but for the truth. It had so much truth in it that I didn't realise how much it meant to me. I grabbed a music sheet out of my bag and walked to the futon again. I began to write my notes and lyrics down in case I ever forgot. Not that I would, but still. A precaution. I finished within minutes and walked to the mic again.

I sung with my eyes closed. I forgot where I was, I just remembered the good times and the lyrics. Somewhere in the middle the door opened. Minutes later a drum begun and the bass started up. I heard background vocals and a light shake of a tambourine. I sung twice more. The others carried on with me. By the end, my eyes were wet. Tears streaming down my face. (A/N: I know you're probably thinking "Oh My Carlisle! Why does she keep crying?" Reason is she's just been cheated on by her best friend and boyfriend. That happened to me but he wasn't my best friend, but she was. I didn't cry though. I thought I was a fool for even going out with him! He was a player. Stupid loser! Lol! Back to the story!) Everyone stopped playing and Alice and Rose came over to me.

"Why-y-y are you home so-o-o early? I thought you were shopping-g-g?" I stuttered.

"Well, Emmett and Jas phoned us to tell us that you were playing and amazing song and to come listen. So we did. And it was amazing Bella!" Rose replied.

"It was really good Bells!" Jas exclaimed from the other corner of the room.

"Uh-huh! Now, plan to hurt Edward. What can we do?" Emmett asked.

"Emmett!" I shouted. "Nothing. We can't do anything. Sure, he's hurt me but I just want to forget." I said quieter.

"Well, Bells. You might not want to hurt him but we are. How could he do that?" Jasper butted in, agreeing with Emmett for a change. I laughed.

"Thanks guys, but really don't bother." I said honestly, hugging them both.

Alice, Rose and I walked out of the garage and went up to Alice's room. I stumbled up the stairs and sighed when I almost met the floor. I was getting sick and tired of this. Edward used to pick me up, but not any more.

"Movie, Bells?!" Rose asked.

"Hey Rose! Not before we give her our gifts." Alice nodded.

"Oh great! What now? What have they got to torture me?" I thought. Well, I thought I thought. I actually said it quite loud. They giggled and pulled me over to her bed. They sat me down and pulled out curling tongs, make-up and a pair of tweezers. I groaned loudly. A makeover, that's their gift?

Then they pulled out bags from Alice's MASSIVE closet, around the sixe of Charlie's bedroom. I saw the bags and they had they company's name on it. I looked at them with my mouth open, gobsmacked.

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