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How can I decide what's right,
when you're clouding up my mind.
I can't win your losing fight all the time.
- Paramore
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Chapter 2: Harsh words and endings.

I glanced at myself in the mirror again and I couldn't hold back the smile I had as I gazed down at my white dress. Charlie's voice broke me out of my thoughts, "Are you sure about this Bella?" He asked me this about a million times today, I watched as he fumbled with his tie and I pushed his hands aside and tied the knot for him; it was obvious that he felt uncomfortable wearing a tux.

I gazed back down at my wedding dress and engagement ring, and I knew, "Yeah dad, he's the one." You couldn't question the sincerity behind my voice; Charlie nodded just as the wedding march began to play.

"Come on Bells, we're up to bat." He gently grabbed my arm and led me to the church, where my other half was waiting.

Walking down the aisle I saw Carly sitting down with Esme by her side, she was wearing a dark blue dress with white flowers in each of her pigtails. But the most prominent thing she was wearing was her smile.

When I reached the end of the aisle it was as if the world stopped, I didn't hear the exchange between Charlie and Edward, and I didn't hear a thing that the priest said, all I could see were Edward's gorgeous emerald eyes that were gazing down at me with so many emotions: happiness, love, relief and excitement.

Suddenly Edward smiled brightly at me and nudged me and I caught the end of the priest's words, "Isabella Swan, do you take Edward Cullen as your husband?" The priest asked, I starred back at Edward; the answer was obvious, it was Edward and I till the end of time.

"I do." As I finished my sentence Edward squeezed my hand and I could feel the excitement he was reigning in.

"Edward Cullen, do you take Isabella Swan as your wife?" I bit my lip and Edward looked down at me and smiled. He opened his mouth to respond but instead of hearing his silky voice, the room was suddenly filled with a loud shrill ring. I glanced around the church trying to see whose phone the ringing belonged to and suddenly I felt something poking me on my side.

"Mama."

Damn it all to hell.

The ringing again.

Where was that obnoxious buzzing coming from?

"Mama, phone." I heard Carly grumble from my side. I slowly opened my eyes and sighed; of course it was another dream. I rubbed my eyes and looked down and saw Carly already fast asleep. I starred down at her wishing I could fall back asleep just like her, but I could never fall back asleep after being woken up. I grabbed my phone off the bedside table wondering who on earth would be calling me this early.

When I opened up the phone and saw who it was I sighed deeply.

A text message, from Edward.

This meant he wanted to start a fight with me.

It was too early to be fighting.

To: Isabella
From: Edward.

Did you have fun with your 'love' after our video chat last night?

I sat back down on the bed and gripped my hair in my hands; this is not how I wanted to start my morning off.

To: Edward.
From: Bella.

Yes Edward, I had a swell time last night. How about you, did you enjoy yourself with the Hollywood skank?

One of the benefits of knowing someone your entire life would be knowing which buttons to push to aggravate them. I knew my respond to Edward's text would make him angry. Well . . . I knew my reply would make the old Edward angry, I wasn't so sure about the new Edward.

I heard my phone chime again and I saw that Edward sent me a picture message, great. With a deep sigh my finger hovered over the 'open' button and when I finally pushed down on it the image it showed me instantly made me regret my decision. It was him, and the girl from last night, the one from the pictures: Tanya. They were in bed, making out; that wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me was that Edward was on her and his one hand gripped her hips tightly. I remembered when he did that to me. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and they were both naked.

What happened after this picture was taken is what bothered me; anyone could of guessed what happened. And I wasn't stupid.

To be honest, I didn't know how much more of this I could take. He kept throwing stuff at me; and each day it grew worse. I tried so hard to act like I'm not affected by his hookups, but honestly how could I not be? I always tried to keep this wall up between us and he always found a way to knock it down.

It wasn't fair; I was here raising his kid and getting hell for it and he ran around California without a care in the world.

I couldn't help but think about him, what he was doing, who he was with. I got a lot of crap from Rose and Em for it too. They wanted me to move on. But I couldn't. I didn't want to date other people. Edward had my heart.

On some occasions I would contemplate telling him about Carly, but then he would do something like this and it would remind me why I shouldn't tell him. I was doing the right thing for Carly. Let's say I did tell him, and Carly saw one of the pictures of him with Tanya, or any other slut. What would I say to her? "Sorry Sweetie, your daddy would rather fuck random girls with STD'S then play Barbie's with you."

Hell fucking no.

Edward could rip my heart in two, but it was something completely different when my sunshine's happiness was involved.

After a couple of minutes I gathered up the strength to reply to him.

To: Jerk.
From: Bella.

That's nice; catch any STD'S yet? I wouldn't be surprised.

I knew I was buying time with that response. In the mean time I started getting ready, I opened up my closet and grabbed the first thing within arm's reach, sweat pants and a white v-neck, I was going the comfortable route today. I knew that after this conversation with Edward I would be drained. I skipped the morning ritual of kissing the picture because he woke up wanting to be an ass today. I walked around the house picking up a few of Carly's toys and returning them to their designated spots. I also went to her room to collect her dirty clothes so I could start a load of laundry. Once I started that I walked back into the den and began straightening things up a bit. Today was what Carly would call "Uncle Jake days". She would come to the store with me and act as our little helper, once she was bored of that Jake would keep her entertained. After we finished working we would come home and have dinner and Jake would sleep over.

Jacob's sleepovers would be considered romantic, but we both didn't see it that way. He understood that I needed time and he also understood that I had my own needs. Sometimes a girl just needs to be held, and he was there for me. We might've shared kisses but once again, sometimes a girl just needs to feel wanted. We never took it further than that; we both drew out very specific lines as to what was okay and what was not okay. Kissing and cuddling were allowed, clothes always had to be on, and no touching under the waist. I was not ready for casual sex, the last person I freely gave myself to was Edward and we all knew how hurt I was from that.

Jacob understood that because he could sense my moods like they were his own. He knew that sometimes I couldn't articulate my thoughts correctly and the only way I could voice my thoughts were by kissing and he would instantly understand.

Jake was very respectful, he never tried to push or pressure me into things. Our relationship/friendship was great. Edward and Jake's however . . . To say they both hated each other was an under statement.

My phone going off again tore me away from my musings and I nearly had tears in my eyes; he wouldn't stop until every piece of me was broken.

To: Bella.
From: Edward.

No I didn't catch any STD'S yet. Last I heard you were still the town's whore huh? So you should really get your shit checked out. Thanks for concern babe; last night was amazing so much better than you.

His response really didn't offend me. Only the part about being the town's whore did. Most of the town still hated me for having a baby out of wedlock. It didn't offend me because I understood why they were mad, they saw me grow up and they thought I was dumping my dreams down the drain. The town was still so tiny and they all still talked about it, I wasn't really accepted anywhere, all the other mom's that were older than me never spoke to me. But I was okay; I had my friends.

I did however have to stifle a laugh at his last comment. He knew that no one could please him like I did. His late night fucks with celebrities couldn't compare to what we had, the love we shared.

To: Assface.
From: Bella.

Really Edward? Could you finally get hard? I remember you used to have trouble with that. :)

I was proud of my response. Knowing Edward, he wouldn't have a response for that. He might be Mr. Hollywood but I knew deep deep deep down behind the fame and past all the bullshit, I knew my Edward was there. My best friend. The one who would go out of his way to make me happy. The one who would jump at the chance to get me something I wanted. The Edward who could make me smile; and loved to make me blush. My Edward, who was insanely jealous and loved when I played with his hair.

I could sit here all day and speak about the old Edward, and how amazing he was, how he would make ridiculous promises and always keep them.

And deep down I was beyond terrified that 'My Edward' was gone and never coming back.

I walked back into my room and starred down at my sleeping princess. I slowly crept up to the bed and began to attack her with kisses and tickles. She woke up with the brightest smile on her face.

Another thing I loved about her: she could be dead tired, but she always woke up with a smile on her face.

She was hardly ever grouchy and she was always calm.

"Great morning Mama!" She beamed at me and I let out a laugh. She always insisted on saying 'Great Morning' because she thought her days were better than good. Occasionally she would forget to say it, but most of the time she remembered.

"Morning baby girl, what day is it today?" I asked as I helped her off the bed.

She bit her lip in concentration and then broke out in a smile so wide I was almost concerned. "It's Uncle Jake day!" She sang and began to jump around. I quickly scooped her up before she had the chance to fall.

"Go get ready and brush your teeth, then we can go see Uncle Jake." She dashed out of the bedroom and I took this time to glance at the mirror. I looked different—older. I was only 20 years old; I should be looking as young as Rose, but having Carly forced me to grow up. You could see the bags under my eyes, from many sleepless nights. My hair wasn't as shiny as it was before, but the one thing that shocked me to the core was the overwhelming amount of loneliness lurking behind my eyes. I hardly had time to look at myself in the mirror, could people really see my loneliness, or was it just me?

I hoped they couldn't, the last thing I needed was someone setting me up on a blind date to cure my loneliness.

I sighed and took another long glance at the mirror and grabbed my bags and made my way towards the door. I heard Carly fumbling around upstairs and I went to the kitchen to fill up her Dora the Explorer sippy cup with apple juice. Usually I would make Carly breakfast but on 'Uncle Jake days' he would always bring her something from the bakery near The Hideout. I found it very sweet of him; he didn't need to help me.

Originally, upon graduating Jacob's plans were to move to New York to study photography, but when I told him I was pregnant he dropped his plans to help me, which caused a lot of arguments. I didn't want him to give up his life for me, but he said it was his "duty" as my best friend to take care of me.

The day I told Jacob I was pregnant I had knots in my stomach, I was more afraid of his reaction then of my parents. I didn't want him to be disappointed in me.

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I hopped out of my truck and took a deep breath; I had to do this, I've been avoiding him for too long, he knew something was up.

I was so nervous I felt like at any given moment I would throw up, which I really didn't want to happen. I began walking down First beach searching for Jacob. I finally saw him sitting at 'our' tree and I walked over and took notice that his eyes were full of worry. When I reached him he stood up and pulled me into a comforting hug.

"Bell, what's up? You've been dodging my phone calls all week. Did I do something wrong?" Instantly, my eyes starting tearing up at the worry in his voice.

"Shit I'm sorry Jake, I didn't mean to make you worry."

He pulled me down and I sat in the sand making patterns with a small piece of driftwood, "B, just tell me what's the matter, you sounded scared on the phone?"

I couldn't fight the tears that were welling up, I hastily wiped them away and decided I should just be upfront with him and tell him.

"Jake, I don't know how to say this, I know you're going to hate me after this but you have to know. The reason I've been avoiding your phone calls is because I'm pregnant." I whispered the last part in hopes that he wouldn't hear me, but of course he did.

His eyes were void of emotion, which scared me even more. "Jake? Please say something, please don't hate me." I gripped his shirt in my hand willing him to just say something.

"Is it. . . Is it his?" There was definitely anger in his voice, but I didn't know whom it was directed towards.

I nodded my head, afraid to answer verbally in fear of what he might say. This conversation was nerve racking and he wasn't even the father.

I watched him pick up a pebble and throw it across the ocean; it skidded three times before finally settling into the water. "So what? He just knocked you up and left?" I saw his hands clench into fists and I gently grabbed them in my hands and rubbed them until he relaxed.

"No Jake! Of course not, he was leaving, and things got carried away . . . It just happened." I trailed off with a blush.

My eyes were pleading with his not to hate me, I couldn't deal with him hating me.

"Does he know?" I let out a tiny sigh of relief that the anger from his voice was gone.

"No, and I don't plan on telling him either. Only you, Rose and Emmett know."

He pursed his lips in thought and after an excruciating amount of silence his eyes lit up, "Guess I'm sticking around Forks then. I better at least get the title Uncle."

My mouth dropped open in shock, "What? No! You can't do that! Jake, I appreciate the thought but you have to go to New York. Please." I begged.

My damn hormones were messing with me and I let out a sob.

Jacob came over to me and wrapped his arm around me, " Bella, I care about you and now I care about this baby, if the father can't be here I have no problem stepping in and helping you. This isn't going to be a walk in the park. I know I don't have to help you, but honestly there's no place else I'd rather be."

I gripped him harder and sobbed into his shirt. How someone could hold so much love for me they would toss aside their dreams to help me astounded me.

And that right there was why I loved Jacob Black:
Because he was always there when I needed him.
My knight in shining armor.
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Telling Rosalie and Emmett that I was pregnant was the easiest. Well, I really didn't tell them per say . . . I kind of showed them.

Rosalie's mom was out of town for the weekend and I went over for dinner, Rosalie was trying her hand at cooking seafood, and the smell didn't agree with Carly and suddenly the bile rose in my throat and I was running to the bathroom with Rose hot on my heels, she held my hair as I emptied my stomach, when I was all washed up she looked at me and the look on her face said it all: she knew. She hugged me as we both erupted into tears.

On the drive to The Hideout Carly was mostly silent, occasionally she would belt out the lyrics to the Hannah Montana CD that I was playing, but that was it.

I would never forgive Rosalie for starting Carly's Hannah Montana obsession.

I parked my car in its designated spot and set Carly down on the sidewalk, the second I turned around to lock the car doors Carly was already out of my sight, I heard the store make the loud beep which signaled a customer entering or leaving the building and I let out a sigh of relief.

Entering the store I saw Carly sitting on top of Jacob's shoulders, both were beaming at me.

"Mama! Uncle Jake got me donut." Carly cheered happily, the customers all looked at her and smiled, while I was hated amongst the town, Carly was adored. I grabbed Carly off of Jake's shoulders and sat her down on the tiny one-seater couch we had behind the front desk just for her. Jake handed me the bag of donuts and I handed Carly the jelly one, I went to my bag and passed her the Dora sippy cup. Once I knew she was settled I turned around to Jake who was leaning against the counter watching me, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and grumbled out a greeting.

He eyed me and pulled me into his side, "Bells, what's the matter? You seem off today." He whispered into my ear so Carly wouldn't hear. Silently I handed him my cell phone. I watched as he read the texts, after reading each one his face visibly grew more upset.

He set down my phone onto the counter and grabbed my wrist and led me to the storage room while yelling at the cashier Ben to watch Carly.

Once in the storage room Jake started pacing and muttering to himself. "Dammit Bella! Why do you let him talk to you like that?" He yelled as he punched the wall.

I blushed and looked down at the floor, "Jake, I love him." I watched as he ran his hand through his hair and sighed deeply.

"I know you do B, but it's not healthy for you; all he does is cause you anger and sadness. I don't get why he can't just leave you be."

I walked closer to him and grabbed his hands that were still in fists and rubbed them until they were intertwined with mine. "Jake, I don't know why he still talks to me. It's been so long. But obviously I'm still kind of important to him if he wastes time trying to get a rise out of me. It's almost like we're back in elementary school; remember? He used to pull my hair all the time just to get my attention. It doesn't matter what it is though, what matters is that he's still spending time on me, I'm going to hold onto that last thread of hope. Yeah, we might argue all the time, but I need him. I need him desperately. Even if it's just fighting, I need it Jake; it keeps me sane."

He sighed softly and pulled me into him, he nodded his head in understanding and I gently grabbed both sides of his face and I leaned up and gave him a gentle kiss.

He sighed again, "You're welcome Bella." He grabbed my hand and led me to the front of the door.

Today was going to be a long day.

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Around noon Carly began to become restless so Jake took her to the park so she could run around. I was alone in the store; the other cashiers were upstairs taking their break. The silence led to me thinking about Edward.

I thought about things would've been had he not gotten the movie deal; I knew without a doubt he'd be right here next to me. What I didn't understand was why he didn't come back. He promised me that he would, was I really that horrible of a girlfriend? But if that was the case why did he continue to call me?

Hopefully one day I'd get the answers to my questions.

The thing that killed me the most, the thing that caused me physical pain, was that I knew how things would've been if he found out I was pregnant; he would've done the right thing. We would've gotten married and we'd probably have more kids. With us both being raised as only children we both we wanted to have a large family. And I always wanted to have a miniature Edward.

If he came home and found out about Carly he would've stepped up, Carly would've had a dad, and I knew she would've been his little princess.

But, life doesn't work out like that.

I had to sit back and listen to people make up the cruelest rumors and I could defend myself; I had to witness my mother walking out on my father and I.

I had so many obstacles thrown my way and sometimes I just wanted to curl up cry myself to sleep, but I couldn't do those things because I had to be healthy for the baby.

I was only sixteen was I found out I was pregnant with Carly. I didn't go to prom; hell I was breastfeeding at graduation. And I knew Edward would've been right there defending me from Jessica Stanley's vicious remarks, and I would've felt so much better just because he was there.

Inside of school it was only Rosalie and I. Outside of school it was Jacob, Emmett, Rosalie and I. Emmett waited for Rose, like Edward was supposed to wait for me.

Carly was a blessing though; she never asked about her father. And to be honest, if she did ask I wouldn't know what to say.

I heard the obnoxious beeping alerting me that someone walked into the store. The sight of Jacob holding Carly's tiny hand greeted me; she was happily licking away at an ice cream cone. Jacob's face made me stop in my tracks, he was nervous. My first thoughts shot to Carly, was she hurt?

I instantly scanned Carly from head to toe and let out a sigh of relief when I realized she wasn't hurt. My inner Mama bear could go back to hibernating.

I watched as Jacob shuffled his feet and he finally looked up at me. "Hey B, can I talk to you in the back for a sec?" I nodded quickly and I set down the book I was reading.

I kneeled down in front of Carly and wiped the vanilla ice cream off of her face with a napkin, "Carly baby, I'm going to go talk to Uncle Jake, sit right here and don't move please." She nodded her head and I glanced around the store and to my relief Angela was walking coming back from her break.

"Hey Ange, can you watch Carly for a sec? I have to talk to Jake real fast."

Angela walked over to Carly and Carly hopped up and pulled her into a hug, "Sure go ahead Bella, I have no problems watching Miss Carly." She picked Carly up and placed her on her hip and I nodded my head in thanks.

Angela was my savior, she was two years younger than me, and she just began her senior year in high school. I adored Ange and her boyfriend Ben; they were great friends to me. Yeah, it was weird having a friend that was in high school but I always forgot about that because Angela's mental capacity was beyond high school.

Jacob led me to the back of the store and once the door was closed I turned around to face him. "Jake, what's up? I was trying to sound nonchalant but my voice wasn't fooling anyone.

"Fuck, I didn't mean to scare you Bells, it's just that Jane was at the park with her demon child and she was being hard on Carly saying some pretty gnarly stuff to her. I just wanted to warn you that she might have some questions for you later."

I let out a sigh out a sigh of frustration, if Jane wasn't the devil herself her spawn certainly was. I gave her daughter Megan the benefit of the doubt first, but after she intentionally tripped Carly it was very clear that she was the exact replica of her mother. "What kind of questions?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Um, well about her dad. Megan kept picking on her; saying her dad didn't want you or her. You know, petty kid crap. Carly held her own pretty well, but she might be curious later." He shrugged and I pinched the bridge of my nose. I knew that one day Carly would ask about her father but I was hoping to put it off for a couple of years . . . or forever.

"Okay then, I'll have a little talk to Jane when I see her. Anyways are you sleeping over tonight?" I asked with what I hoped was a flirtatious smile.

"Yeah B, you were already having a pretty sucky day, so we might have something to. . . um discuss?" I held back my laugh as he blushed.

In other words: He wanted to make out.

I gripped his shirt collar and pulled him into me, I smirked at his confused expression and I kissed him quickly and exited the room.

After Angela and Ben were finished with their shift, Paul and Seth from La Push came in for their shifts. They were responsible for closing up the store so Jake grabbed my bags and we left and decided to go to the local pizza place.

While Jake went to order I helped Carly color in the handout that the manager gave her. We colored in silence and suddenly Carly put her crayon down and shoved the handout aside, "What's up kid?" I asked as I watched her eye me warily.

"Mama? Can I ask you something?" She looked up at me with her wide eyes and I knew what her question would be about.

I brushed her bangs away from her eyes and I kissed her forehead before I answered her, "Sure sweetie, you can always ask me anything."

"Meg was being really mean at the park. . She said my daddy didn't love me. Mommy? Where is my daddy?" The innocence behind her question tore my heart in half.

I cleared my throat as I thought of my answer. "Baby. . ." I pulled her into my lap. "Daddy is really busy all the time, I haven't seen him since I was sixteen." I replied honestly.

Tears instantly brimmed in her eyes and I rubbed her back softly, "Doesn't he want me?" She whimpered.

"Of course he does silly! He's just very busy. But it's okay if he isn't here, because you have Nana Esme, Papa Carlisle, Papa Charlie, Auntie Rose, Uncle Emmett, Uncle Jake and me. And we're always here for you baby, and we love you so much." I kissed her cheek and her tears began to subside.

"Are we going to be a family like T.V.?" She asked with wide curious eyes.

"Someday baby."

I sure hope so.

Carly seemed to like my answer because she smiled through her tears and began to play with the necklace I wore. I knew her questions weren't over; she was a curious kid. "Does daddy love you Mama?"

I closed my eyes and thought of an honest response, "I don't know baby." I knew that the old Edward loved me, but the new one? Mr. Hollywood; I wasn't so sure.

Carly bit her lip and grabbed my cheeks in her chubby helps, "It's okay Mama cause I love you lots." I kept my tears at bay and kissed the top of her head and then blew a raspberry into her neck just so I could hear her giggles. Thankfully Jake came back with the food and her questions died down.

After we ate we brought Carly to the park and we watched her play with the other little kids. When she became tired we took her home and she ran to the T.V. and put on Hannah Montana, the goddamn show was on every hour. I fixed her a small snack of mixed fruit, bathed her and put on her pajamas. Once it was her bedtime she snuggled under her blankets and Jake read her the bedtime story I wrote for her.

Once she was fast asleep Jake and I both kissed her goodnight and we walked to my bedroom where Jake began channel surfing as I took a shower. Stepping out of the shower I changed into my regular pajamas—shorts and a white tank top. I settled on the bed with my head in Jake's lap and I turned on my laptop and left it on the nightstand. As we watched T.V. Jake ran his fingers through my hair.

On a commercial break he began flipping through the channels when I saw a familiar piece of bronze hair, instantly I shot out of bed, "Wait, wait! Go back." I sat at the edge of the bed; Jake raised his eyebrow at me but changed it back

E! News did an interview with Edward about his new movie coming out. The screen focused on a tiny blonde who was reading through a set of flashcards and then to Edward who was sitting down with a starbucks coffee in hand.

The reporter glanced at the camera and smiled widely, "We are very lucky to have the notorious Edward Cullen here today." She glanced back down at her flashcards, then up at Edward, "Edward, how does it feel to have the title 'sexiest man alive'?

Edward let out a short laugh, "I really am honored, I think my hard work has paid off." He ran his hands through his hair and instantly memories shot through me, I vividly remember running my hands through his hair while I was screaming out in ecstasy.

"So, where are you from Edward?"

"Forks, Washington."

The reporter began flipping through her flashcards and appeared confused, "I've never heard of Forks. . ."

Edward let out a loud laugh, "That's because it's a tiny town with nothing to do."

"Well, what did you do for fun?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Oh you know, hanging out at local places.

The reporter smirked up at him, "Drinking and smoking?"

"Maybe a couple of times, I used to be a big nerd and focused on schoolwork, I never thought I'd end up here." I rolled my eyes at his answer, a couple of times my ass, his drinking is what caused most of our fights.

"If you weren't an actor what do you think you would've become?"

"I'd probably be trapped in Forks, married and working at the hospital."

Trapped in Forks.
Trapped in Forks.

I kept repeating that to myself, he thought he'd be trapped?

"Do you visit home occasionally?"

He let out a snort and that only made my anger grow, "No, never."

"Why not?"

He let out a deep sigh and took a sip of his coffee, "Because, everything I need is here in Cali. I speak to my friends and parents on the phone."

"Any high school sweetheart?"

He ran his hand through his hair and tugged on the ends slightly, "Yeah, something like that."

High school sweetheart?
I think not.

More like mother of his child.
Pining girlfriend.
Almost fiancé.

"You're currently dating Tanya Denali, where did you two meet?"

I glared at the television as they it began to flash through pictures of the 'happy couple', "We met on set and we just clicked. She helped me become who I am today."

So she was responsible for his asshole behavior?

"Is it serious?"

"I guess it is. We can both still date other people, but at the end of the day she's the one I share my bed with."

"Edward, thank you for joining us today."

The blonde stepped forward and pulled Edward into a hug and I would be lying if I said that hug didn't bother me, the reporter was getting a little too close for comfort. Edward pulled away and responded, "No problem, be sure to check out my new movie which hits theaters soon!"

The whole point of the interview was to talk about the movie; I didn't even hear one thing about it! They only asked about his personal life, and fucking Tanya Denali.

At the end of the day she's the one I share my bed with. That was the part that hit me the hardest; they were that serious? He was that serious wth someone else and he still strung me along? I was bawling; I never expected Edward to be this mean.

My sniffling was stopped by a pat on my back, "Bells, um. . I really don't know what to say."

I glanced up at Jacob; maybe it was time for me to move on, it was obvious that Edward already did. I had no clue what I was doing, once minute I was lying down; the next I was straddling Jacob—hands in his hair kissing him. At first it started out slow, but our emotions quickly took over and changed the pace of our kisses. It was rough, we were both expressing our mixed feelings: confusion, frustration, anger and some lust.

I broke our kiss to breathe, but my lips did not leave his body; I bit down on his neck and began sucking on his skin, hoping to leave a hickey. Most people thought hickeys were trashy, but I felt that they were the best way to show passion for someone other than making love; it was more intense, branding someone with a mark in the heat of the moment.

I was flipped over and Jacob began pushing down on my tank top so he could get easier access to my chest, he began sucking on my skin and I couldn't keep my moans under control.

I missed feeling out of control; I missed feeling so good. Jacob leaned over and began kissed up my neck and resumed his ministrations of nibbling and sucking, alternating between the two. Hard as I tried: I couldn't hold back the moans.

Just then, my phone began to ring and I tried to push him off but he continued on to the spot behind my ear, the one that if sucked on correctly could bring me to higher sensations. This spot was sacred, only Edward knew about it.

"Jake. . .you. . . really. . . need. . . to. . . ohmygod. . . get. . . off." I whined in between my moans. I was desperately trying to sound forceful, but we both knew that I didn't want him to stop.

When my phone rang again he rolled off of me and groaned. I quickly grabbed my phone and opened it up and saw a text from Rose.

To: Bella.
From: Rose.

Get online, now.

I quickly grabbed my laptop and Jacob groaned and I reached over and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek, we both knew we weren't going to go all the way, it was too soon for that. "Sorry Jake, but Rosalie is pretty demanding."

His smirk should've informed me of what was coming, "It's okay Bells, we can pick up where we left off later." His husky voice made me groan, damn Rose.

I smirked and rolled my eyes, "Who said there'd be a later?" I was totally bluffing; we both knew there was going to be a later.

"Isabella, you and I both know that there will be a later." And with that, he turned back around and picked up the remote, changing the channel to the food channel. Opening up my laptop I saw the video invite from Rose and I settled back into Jake's lap, him playing with my hair again.

The screen focused on Rose and her expression made me nervous, "What's the problem Rose?"

She quickly glanced around the room and back to the camera, she leaned forward and almost whispered, "Did you see the interview?"

"Yeah."

Her eyes widened and the anger blazed behind her blue eyes. "Oh my God! I saw it and I knew I had to check on you. Thank God Em is in the shower, we both know that if he saw that he'd be on a plane to California right now, it was horrible. B, we don't know him anymore."

Maybe we never did.

I groaned and looked down at my hands, "I know, I really don't know what to do. I need him, Carly was asking about him today."

"Yeah? How'd that go?"

I rolled my eyes, "Horrible, it was so sad. It broke my heart when she asked if her daddy wanted her and if we were ever going to be a family. I didn't want to lie to her, but I didn't want to upset her. . It's so frustrating."

Rosalie glanced down and a knowing look came across her face and she let out a loud snort, "I see how it could be frustrating."

"What?" I narrowed my eyes, what was she talking about?

She pointed to her chest and I looked down at mine and of course on the lining of my tank top you could see hickey's starting to form and a rash from Jake's stubble. "Nice hickey's Bella."

I flushed slightly, "Funny."

"I'm assuming Jake's there." I nodded and moved the camera so she could see him.

Jacob glowered at her and flipped her the bird, "Thanks for the interruption, Blondie."

Rosalie's smile held pure mischief; "Anytime Jake."

"Rosie baby! I'm ready for tonight; bring out the shackles baby, I'm your prisoner tonight!" Emmett's voice bellowed from a different room. My mouth dropped open in shock.

Rosalie, THE Rosalie actually blushed. "Um, yeah Bella got to go, bye!" She screeched and turned off the camera.

"Oh, that's gross." Jacob let out a laugh as I blushed.

"So, what were you saying about later Jake?" I batted my eyelashes at him and suddenly he was pushing the laptop aside and then he was on top of me, kissing me with great force.

I responded back eagerly, interlocking my fingers through his hair and slowly grinding into him. My computer chimed, alerting me of something; I just couldn't remember what. Jake let out a groan and hit a key with his foot and it grew silent. He shrugged and moved forward crashing our lips together again, tongues clashing, my hands were desperately trying to get him closer.

"Oh. . . oh. . . ohmy. . .ohmyGod." I moaned as he began rubbing small circles over my hips.

"Bella." He let out a moan as I tugged on the ends of his hair.

"Bella?" An all too familiar voice screamed; I quickly scrambled up, praying the laptop was closed, but of course it wasn't, the camera was pointed directly at us and I was looking into the eyes of a very angry Edward. Fantastic. I didn't want him to recognize Jake so I leaned over and quickly snatched up the camera.

We situated ourselves back onto the bed, I was back in Jacob's lap, and Edward would only be able to see me, Jacob went back to watching T.V. and playing with my hair, which comforted me greatly because I knew this wasn't going to be a very pleasant conversation.

I looked at the laptop screen and rubbed my cheeks, hoping to get my skin to its original color, not flushed with excitement. "Hey Edward." I was trying to sound innocent.

Edward dropped his jaw, "Don't 'Hey Edward' me, Isabella Marie Swan what were you just doing?"

I made my eyes go wide, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you were just moaning and don't say that wasn't you, I could recognize your moan anywhere." I rolled my eyes at that, "Also, you lips are swollen as fuck and you have huge hickey's on your chest and neck, and a stubble rash beginning to form. Oh! Maybe the fact that some douche was just straddling you." His face was flushed with anger and I was slightly afraid, I've never seen Edward this angry before.

I was angry that he was angry; he just admitted to national television he shared a bed with someone and he was mad at me for kissing someone? "Well, thank you for the interruption Edward." I rolled my eyes and hoped we would get off this topic.

"Bella, who's in the room with you?" His voice reminded me of an overprotective parent and it only fueled my anger.

"No one Edward, geez. Where's your whore?" I asked; desperately trying to keep my anger in check; he had no right to get protective of me now.

"Bella, I'm not blind, I see someone playing with your hair. And Tanya isn't here at the moment, I wanted to speak to you."

I let out an un lady like snort, "Oh, so she's fucking someone behind your back?" I sneered and let out a cold laugh.

"No, but you are."

I immediately shot up, my anger boiling; "Woah! I'm fucking someone behind your back? That's hilarious Edward! Aren't you fucking girls behind my back? But it's okay 'cause we aren't together." How dare he think he could sleep with other people and I couldn't. Well, its not like Jake and I were going to but still.

Edward was pinching the bridge of his nose, a sigh that he was really pissed, "Bella, we never broke up."

My mouth dropped open in shock; he was really going to do this? "Edward, I think we broke up when you started making out with random sluts."

"Bella, why are you doing this? My God, now I get why they're calling you the town whore. Damn Bella, you've changed so much." His words hit me hard and I closed my eyes hoping to keep the tears at bay.

"Edward. Please stop." I begged.

"No, how dare you cheat on me?" He sounded panicked but I didn't care.

"I'm not cheating. We're done Edward—you clearly don't want me. You've made that so obvious; stop dragging me along. Edward please, if you do care about me just stop. I'm not going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs until you realize I'm worthy of being with you again. I've waited so long for you, and I keep looking for the false hope but I can't any longer. Throw me a fucking bone Edward. Obviously I was wrong in thinking we were meant to be, I was so in love with you Edward, but I don't know you anymore. I decided I need to move on, I made this decision the second I saw your interview in which you stated and I quote 'You have everything you need in California.' You don't need me baby, stop dragging me along. You're only hurting me. Fuck E, I'm hurting. . . so bad. I can't do that anymore; you don't understand what I've been through for you. I think . . . maybe we shouldn't talk anymore. You have Hollywood; I have Forks. We're two completely different people now, our priorities have changed. When you change and want to be apart of my life and make a better effort then maybe things will be different. I'm not telling you to change for me; you have to do it for yourself. But if you want to be who you are now, then by all means go ahead, if you want to be an ass and make me cry everyday, find someone else to take your verbal abuse because I'm checking out. Bye Edward."

I was sobbing by the end of my speech and I turned off my laptop and I set in back down on the nightstand. I tried to wipe my tears with the back of my hand but it was useless, my tears wouldn't stop.

I was suddenly pulled into Jake's chest and I snuggled into him and he murmured soft words to me; telling me I was so strong and beautiful and Edward was a Jerk who didn't deserve the gum on my shoe, let alone Carly and my love. Jake held me close and stroked my hair.

By the end of the night, I could see myself with Jacob Black; he was so good to me. But then again only time could tell what would happen.

And with that last thought I fell into a deep sleep with my best friend right next to me.

Q/A: What makes you decide when something's over?

AN: No worries guys, this is still an Edward/Bella story. Don't hate Edward just yet! He gets his say eventually.

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