A/N: HEY! If you are reading this, you are awesome and thank you for tuning in! Hopefully I don't suck at writing anymore, lol. This story has been completely re-writing itself in my head lately and I hope it turns out ok! Hope you enjoy!

BPOV

You would think that after crying so hard for so long I would sleep like the dead. Instead, I woke with every sound that made its way to my ears. I woke up when the air came on, when the blanket moved from me moving a little, when my pillow moved. I woke when a light shined into the window from down the street, when I heard music of a car turning around in front of the house, heck, I could swear that the sun trying to break through the darkness was making a sound. All I could do was toss and turn knowing that each time I looked at the other side of my bed, it was empty, and it was my fault. This was the first night we didn't spend together since the night before our wedding, just thinking about the wedding made my heart hurt more and my stomach twist. What did I do? Did I ruin things forever? It was just a misunderstanding…right? I grabbed Edward's pillow and held it tightly against me, buried my head in it and tried to convince myself that he would come back.

I felt the bed shift and I turned to face him. When I turned I met a very unreadable, hard face of what seemed to be my husband, but something seemed…off. I didn't get that heart racing feeling that I always got, even after so long, when he was around, and his eyes…they seemed so dark. Maybe it was the light, or lack of, but they just didn't look like those breathtaking green eyes that melted my heart. He was leaning over me, studying me, shaking his head in disapproval.

"I can't believe you," he growled looking angry, I mentally chided myself for the way I was perceiving him sitting there, seemed to be my husband, off, dark. I couldn't stop the tears that escaped. Couldn't he hear how remorseful I was about even thinking he could be…"What did they do to you?" he cut me off. They?

His eyes caught my wedding rings and he seemed to get angry. He grabbed my left hand roughly and shoved it in my face, "are you KIDDING me?" he yelled, "No, no damn way am I standing for this shit." Edward ripped my rings off my finger, I struggled to stop him but my fight was weak, I was too hurt. He gave a stern look into my tearful eyes, "You are NOT married." He shook his head again before turning to face the window. "I should have just killed you when I had the chance," he said in almost a whisper sounding…repentant? My heart started racing, but out of fear of this man sitting next to me.

"Wh-wha-what?" I choked out. He spun around and his hand wrapped around my neck digging his nails into my skin as I struggled for breath.

"I would rather see you dead than see what you have turned into." His nails ripped into my skin as he pulled his hand away from me leaving raised scrapes from my neck to my chin. I was crying harder, could he really be this upset over what I thought? It was just something that crossed my mind, I didn't mean it. Didn't he see that? He leaned over me and grabbed my face again looking into my eyes with his dark ones, he looked very serious, almost showing emotion, "I don't know how, but I am going to get you back, back to where you belong, which is NOT with these people."

My head was swimming as he faded away, leaving me hurt inside and out, I didn't understand, I didn't want to lose him but he is going to get ME back? I reached my hand up to graze the scratches on my neck then buried myself deeper into Edward's pillow crying harder than I had all night. I don't know if it was just out of remorse or heartache, or if it was out of fear too.

I felt empty and tired and weak but somehow the sobs kept coming and I could do nothing to stop them. I felt a cold hand touch my arm that was wrapped so tightly around Edward's pillow and reluctantly opened my eyes just enough to see that the fingers on my forearm were not his, they were small and thin and polished. Alice. She must have seen how I destroyed my relationship and came to try and comfort me. I just cried as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"He's ok you know," she whispered. I hadn't even considered that something could have happened to him until that moment which made me feel even more terrible, "he just stayed on our couch. I think he just needed some space to think."

Space. We've only been married a year, not even, and he needs space already. Space to see that he would rather I was dead apparently. I squeezed the pillow harder. I felt the bed shift as Alice left, probably sensing the lost cause but then the bed shifted again with a little more weight.

"How could you think, after everything, that I would want anything to happen to you?" I heard his perfect, worn sounding, voice say. I looked up through my tearful eyes and he didn't look mad, he didn't look like he did by the closet shaking his head, he just looked tired. I was reluctant but those familiar green eyes convinced me that something had changed, this was MY Edward, and I was safe with him, jumped and wrapped myself around him as he wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"I am so sorry," I kept repeating over and over with my face buried in his neck. He just held me tighter, "I love you so much, please forgive me." And don't kill me.

Edward chuckled, "Bella, it was an argument," he pulled back a little so he could look in my eyes, "fighting is normal, regular people do it too, it doesn't mean that they want to kill each other. It doesn't mean we're over, it's just a bump in the road." I couldn't stop the tears that fell when he said the word 'over" I thought of the way it felt to watch and feel him rip my rings off my finger. This didn't make sense. He wiped the tears from my face and shook his head, "What happened to your neck?" he asked, his eyes frozen on the spot where his fingers scarred my skin. I couldn't speak; did he not remember what just happened minutes ago? He looked me deep in the eyes with real concern; I replayed our encounter to remind him.

Edward's face hardened, "Bella," he said slowly, "That never happened." I looked at him like he had two heads. Either he was losing his mind or I was and seeing as I have marks to prove that it happened I had a feeling that it wasn't me. "Is this what you dream about?" he asked softly, hurt lacing his words. He pulled my left hand into his seeing that my rings were missing and my finger was read from where I struggled against him.

"It wasn't a dream, how…It just happened. How can you pretend that it was a dream?" I pleaded with him.

"Bella, love, this is the first time I have been back since our argument. He looked so sincere but I just stared at him incredulously. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and raised my eyes to the figure near my closet.

It was…Edward. Not MY Edward but the darker Edward. I just stared as I contemplated how insane I was. I had the love of my life, sweet, caring, loving, green eyed Edward under me, holding me so gently, in his arms with concern and I had this dark version of him scrutinizing me from across the room. He shook his head and I squeezed my fingers into MY Edward's shoulders. He turned his head but the other Edward was gone, leaving me looking even more insane, and still scarred and ring less.

Edward faced me again, "You are probably just tired," he said, though he didn't sound convinced that this was the explanation. He looked worried as he ran his fingers through my hair and rested his hands on my neck pulling me in for a gentle kiss. I rested my head against his and took a deep breath; I did get hardly any sleep, maybe that along with crying so much made me hallucinate. I moved my head to Edward's shoulder and closed my eyes. He stood up picking me up and laid us down in our bed

Edward lay next to me, facing me and we just held each other close. His lips would lightly kiss my face before his forehead leaned against mine. We stayed like that for hours, not saying a word until we both finally fell asleep…or at least I did.

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I woke up with Edward's arms wrapped tightly around me, as if I would escape if he let go even a little bit. I didn't mind at all. The best thing in the world was waking up in the arms of Edward Masen. I laid there contently studying his serene face as he slept.

I thought about the first time we spent the night together, when I wasn't drugged and wanting company or asleep on a car. It was the night we destroyed the Tracker, the night when we lost Jacob. I had been so upset and mentally and physically drained and Edward was there to hold me. All of the bad that was happening in the world was put on hold and on the back burner when I was laying there with him. When I woke up the next morning, and the first thing I saw was his face I almost jumped, not because I was startled, because I was worried that I looked terrible. I tried fixing my hair to look presentable and his body shook gently with a silent chuckle and that crooked smile made its way onto his face.

"Are you really worried about how you look before you even got out of bed?" He said as he pulled me closer, "You know you always look beautiful."

"I probably look like a mess," I complained.

"Never, bed head just makes you look…" he stopped mid sentence to contemplate his word choice, "enticing." I blushed as a mischievous grin replaced that crooked smile. He just laughed as I tried, to no avail, to stop thinking about the idea he planted in my head.

Now, it was easy to push out the thoughts of last night but I could still feel the weight of them in the back of my mind screaming for attention. I wanted to think that it was a dream, but I knew better.

"Go back to your other thought, I don't like this one." Edward said sleepily like he was telling me to change the channel.

"Snooping in people's thoughts can get you into trouble," I said to him matter of factly.

"Yeah, I have noticed, but it can also be quite enjoyable when your wife is thinking about you naked." I wasn't thinking about him naked…until he said that. He chuckled and slid his hand under my shirt and up my side. "It would be even more enjoyable if your wife imagined herself naked," he whispered suggestively in my ear as he rolled me on to my back and kissed my neck.

"I'll be sure to ask my wife about that when I see her," I responded I said with a smile. I placed my hand on Edward's shoulder to push him away to I could see his face and kiss him when I caught sight of my fingers, particularly the one on my left hand that was missing the only pieces of jewelry I ever wore. I had no idea where they were but I KNOW I was not the one who took them off…right?

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-Dianna