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"I can't believe you left, it was so much fun." Jake said, walking into the door.
"She wasn't mad was she?"
He shook his head and dropped his car keys on the end table by the door. "No, Edward told her you didn't feel good."
I tried to concentrate on the TV, but Jake kept talking.
"Seth was there, and Paul, and Jared. Everyone." He laughed. "Emmett smashed the cake in her face."
"Did Charlie go?"
"Yep. He said he'll call you when he gets home." He chuckled and shook his head. "You should have seen the way he was looking at Edward. Bells, seriously, if looks could kill..."
I sighed and flipped through the channels.
"You should have asked me to drive you home, I would have done it."
"Thanks but... Edward is very... Persistent." As if he didn't know that.
"Blondie and Tanya got in another fight."
I tried to keep my eyes in my head as I turned off of the TV and turned my body to face him as he sat down next to me. "In front of Nessie!?"
"No. Out back. Edward made her leave."
"Tanya or Rosalie?"
"Rose." He put a wrapped up piece of cake on the coffee table in front of us.
"Physical?"
He shook his head. "Almost." He laughed out loud, then. "Tanya was getting a drink for Seth and she spilled it all over Blondie's white shirt." He seemed to find this oddly amusing.
"Who broke them up?" I asked, carrying the cake into the kitchen.
"Edward and Carlisle."
"What about Emmett?" I asked, after putting the cake in the fridge.
He laughed even louder. "No way, he thought it was awesome. Honestly, I think he would have liked to see Rose beat the crap out of her."
"Ya think?" I asked sarcastically. I could only imagine Emmett's joy if he got the chance to watch Rosalie kill her.
Jacob fell asleep pretty early that night, which would have given me more time to curl up in my bed and cry, like my nights usually go. But tonight was different. Tonight I wasn't sad. I was mad.
Crying felt like losing. Like I was letting him stand over my dead body and breathe a sigh of relief.
With a quick breath, I knew what had to be done. I refuse to lay there and die.
I ran down stairs and wrote Jacob a quick note, explaining that if he woke up, I was finally doing what we always joked about doing, but never had the guts to actually go and do it.
He would understand.
Though he might be mad that I left him out of it.
I didn't bother getting in the car, I just slipped on the sexiest night gown I had and went bare foot, bringing nothing but the steal bat I had tucked away in the back of my closet.
I watched as the trees flew by me, laughing out loud when I thought about how his face might look once he sees what I had done.
Within ten minutes, I was standing outside of the new Cullen house. His shiny Volvo sitting perfectly in the driveway.
I knew they heard my in the house, I listened to all of their footsteps stop, and their ears stretch over to the door. But before they had time to come out and greet me, I lifted the steal bat, and swung down as hard as possible on his windshield.
Everyone who was coming outside stopped in their tracks, not breathing.
I huffed out a breath and hit the passenger seat door, where I know she sits everyday, with our baby on her lap. I let out a scream as I watched the glass in his window shatter all over the back seats, and I made sure the trunk was smashed in just as well as every other part of the car before I let myself laugh again.
With my bare foot I kicked the sliver rims of his tires, and listened to the air shoot out of them. For a second I debated whether or not to carve my name in the seats, like Carrie Underwood.
Nah, he knows it was me.
I listened carefully to his footsteps walk slowly up behind me.
"Why did you do that?" He whispered, already knowing why.
I sniffed and ran my fingers through my hair and let what was left of the bat fall out of my hands.
"You destroyed my life, I destroyed your car." I said, my voice shaky and hysterical.
I was too much of a coward to turn around and see his face. See the way he was looking back and forth from me and the car, wondering when I'll finally let him have his peace in his new found life.
"I never wanted you to hate me." He whispered gently, and I could hear his footsteps moving closer. I held up my hand, in the corner of my eye I saw it flash up. My skin was like a night light in this dark.
His feet stopped.
"Because hating you would only make you feel guilty." I whispered, my voice still shaking.
"No..."
I didn't give him time to explain himself. "Because hurting me would only hurt you." I said bitterly, still refusing to turn around. "You make me sick." I spit through my lips.
He said nothing. Dead silence floated in the air, along with the tension.
Of course I didn't have the guts to tell him that he made me sick only because I couldn't have him back.
I finally gained the confidence to spin around and look him dead in the eye. "You. Make. Me. Sick!" I yelled, hearing a chorus of gasps coming from the house.
"I know." He whispered, his voice just as shaky as mine. "And I'm..."
"You're sorry." I mocked, rolling my eyes and folding my arms.
His face remained still, frozen with a hurt expression on it. Reflecting the same amount of pain I felt boiling inside of me. "I loved you more than I loved myself." I spit through my teeth.
"And I, as well."
"Liar!" I screamed, my voice bouncing off of the trees behind us. "How can you can you just sit there!? You sit there and watch me crumble, watch my life slowly become more and more miserable. And you lie to yourself and say it's alright because you buy me nice things and give me "child support" for Renesmee, and tell me your sorry over and over!" I cried, feeling my stomach twisting in so many different ways.
"What do you want me to do!?" He screamed, his sudden anger taking me off guard.
I just stared down, wishing so desperately I could tell him the truth.
"Are you serious, Bella!?" He continued, holding out his arms. "You think I don't care!? Do you know that I refuse to even look in the mirror because I hate myself so much for what I did to you!? Do you know that I look at her and hate her just as much as I love her because I feel like she made me fall in love with her!? Do you know that when I look at our daughter a part of me wished she'd hate me. That she wouldn't see me as some type of hero. I wish she would see what I really am! Some sick, disgusting monster that killed her mother!" His face was anger than I've ever seen before.
"That wouldbe reasonable!" I agreed in a scream. I could feel my eyes popping out as I waved my arms in the air angrily. "You know what, Edwa..."
"What!?" He yelled before I could even finish.
"I wish with everything I have that I could hate you as much as I should! I truly, truly wish that everyday I could look at you and want to throw up because I hate you so much! But I cant!"
In a split second, so quick that even my immortal eyes almost missed the movement, his lips were only inches from mine.
I could taste his breath floating into my mouth, sticking to the walls of my lungs and waving through my brain like a drug.
It could have been impulse, or just pure habit that made me lean in and crash my lips into him.