Guess what! I have finals tomorrow and look what I'm doing now . . . oh well, I can tell my French teacher that my angry readers are the reason I failed my final! And if you think I'm Stephenie Meyer then you have some serious problems, my friend.

And with that I walked away from him. Back towards the house I had once been happy in. Now my life was pointless. I knew that nothing like this would ever happen again because no one else would ever know me like Brent did.

"Wait Bella!" he called after me. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

"What now, Brent?" I said in and exasperated tone as I wheeled about to face him once more.

"You know you wanted it too," he answered, a sickening grin covered his face.

I knew instantly that he wasn't talking about cheating on me anymore. He was talking about that night . . . the night I told him I loved him . . . and the night he took advantage of that.

"Only because you spiked my drink," my voice was lowered now. I felt like I could throw up at any moment.

"Come on Baby," he said. The same horrid smile was still plastered on his face. "You didn't even try to stop me. You wanted me, too."

"Maybe I did once," and it was the truth. We had spent what felt like forever together. He had helped me through everything with my mother. Her countless boyfriends and needy behavior. I was always forced to be the responsible one. I hated playing the role of a parent for so long. Brent was the one who made me forget all of that. He made me feel normal, special, loved.

"So why don't I show you exactly why," his voice was thick with implications. "No one would ever need to know. We could run away together. Just you and me . . . forever."

"You don't get it, do you?" My eyes were fixed on the sidewalk. "I'm finished with you. I don't want to hear your fake words about how much you care. I done . . . forever."

"I do love you," Brent's voice was laced with pretend sadness. "Believe me."

"Have you ever noticed," I questioned, spitefully. "That right in the middle of 'believe' is the word lie?"

"Why did you do it Bells?" He was moving closer to me but I was too terrified to move away.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said even though I did. I had to make him say it out loud, admit to what he had made me do.

"Why did you cut yourself?" Anyone else would think he was genuinely concerned but I could see through his little facade now.

"Because you destroyed me." finally I looked up to meet his eyes, which held no compassion for me. "You made me fall for you and took it all away. I depended on you for everything and you have no idea of how much it hurts to lose something like that. There was a time in my life when I did want you, but you ripped up every last shred of hope I had left that night at Jim's party. So I decided that living wasn't very important anymore. If there was nothing to live for, then why bother staying? Unfortunately, Renee came home early and got me to the hospital and now here I am."

"Bella . . . ," his face was like a stone but there was a trace of dark humor glinting in his blue eyes. "Let me make you feel better. Take your mind off what happened."

And before I could react, I was pressed tightly against a near by fence. My arms were pinned to my sides and Brent's mouth met mine. It was nothing like the sweet, gentle kisses we had shared when we first met. It reminded me of that night. Except this time, unfortunately for him, I was completely sober. His lips forced mine open as his tongue entered my mouth. I still refused to kiss him back. He was not going to do that to me again.

I bit down on Brent's tongue as hard as I possibly could while he vainly tried to force a response out of me. Blood spurted into my mouth as he broke away, gasping in pain. I spat, disgustedly, onto the pavement. The smell of salt and rust was beginning to make me faint and passing out was not a good idea in this situation.

"Bitch, you will pay for that" his voice was low and menacing as he wiped away the blood that was now trickling down his chin. And he sent one, well aimed punch at my jaw. My bone cracked and my head flew backwards, cracking against the fence behind me. Now it was my own blood pooling up in my mouth. Hot tears flowed freely down my face and the pain, both physical and emotional, it was too much to begin to put into words.

Suddenly, from the darkness of the street corner, came the single most terrifying noise I have ever heard. I deep grow was emanating from the edge of the nearby oak tree. The last thing I saw, as I crumpled to the hard earth beneath me, was a white blur flash through the air, straight at Brent. Then I let the blackness have me.

SHIT!!! I have an essay due for English tomorrow! Yes and essay due on the day of the final! Curse Mr. Powers. I really wanted to have a super long chapter. And now here I am, writing a ridiculously long author's note in a vain attempt to get out of that stupid essay. Humph . . . I should go now. Wait! I must remind you to review and um . . . ya. Anybody want to volunteer to write my essay for me? Yup, noone that's what I thought. Goodbye now! I have an essay to write! Goodie-goodie gumdrops . . . I'll just go now. Reviews make me happy!