So here's the next chapter after I have officially fought with it for the last several days. The next part is from Angela's POV. I felt like she needed to have her voice heard. Let me know what you think. Oh, and last but not least, thank you to Teresa for supporting and helping me out with this one. This chapters song is Apoligize by OneRepublic. Thank you so much to my beta, Breath-of-twilight, again for checking me, you are the master, and I have been schooled!

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Chapter 3

Shock

ANGPOV

I came out of the bathroom and was headed back to the dance floor when I noticed a group of men standing about the same place that I had left Bella. I rushed toward them, worried that something had happened to her.

"BELLA, BELLA!!" I pushed through the people on the dance floor trying to get to her. There were four men standing close around her, all I could see was the top of her head.

"What the hell is going on here?" I frantically pushed through the men, only to see her hanging limply from the arms of one of them. I immediately was struggled with him to get Bella out of his arms. Out of the corner of my eye I could see one of the men push through the crowd away from our group.

"It's ok, I got her." I looked up at the man, and he looked so familiar. He was very muscular with dark hair and a huge grin on his face. I couldn't quite place who he was… and then it hit me.

"Angela, it's ok, we were only helping Bella." That voice made my blood run cold. I turned to look at the man standing to my right.

Gasp, "Edward?" It couldn't possibly be him. Standing on either side of him were both of his brothers, Emmett and Jasper. Oh God, what was I going to tell Bella? Eight years, after all this time, this was going to ruin everything. If she found out he was here it would destroy her. Not to mention what it would do if he left right away. I was just now able to get her out of the house to socialize with me in public.

"What are you doing here?" I gasped again.

"Angela, can we talk about this somewhere else, maybe somewhere with a little less noise?" he said as his eyes took in the crowd around us.

"Um… yeah, let me get our coats." I hesitated, debating whether or not to leave Bella with Edward, but before I could say anything they all started to follow me out of the club.

I went straight for the coat check, retrieving both Bella's and my coat. I turned to check that they were still following me, and made my way for the door.

Once outside and away from the prying eyes of the people waiting in line I spun around to face Edward.

"Again, what are you doing here?" I normally wasn't an angry person, but after watching my friend mourn the loss of this man for eight years it had taken a toll on me, as well.

"I'm back here with my family for the summer." He looked like he was holding something back or hiding something.

"Okay, so am I supposed to believe that it was pure coincidence that you ended up at the same club that we just happened to be at?" He didn't seem surprised that I had come to that conclusion.

"Yes actually, we just wanted to have a night out without the girls, not that I owe you some kind of explanation. Why would you think that I had any other motivation?" He had to think I was an idiot to not know what he and Bella had. Did he really think that she had never confided anything in me? That I didn't know that Bella loved him more than she loved anything else on this planet?

"Cut the crap, Edward. Yes, actually, I do think you have another motivation, Bella. Didn't twist the knife hard enough eight years ago did you? You just had to come back and make sure you finished her off this time. Bring your girlfriend with you to rub it in Bella's face?" Wow where'd that come from? I could feel my over protectiveness for Bella start to consume me.

"Girlfriend, I have no girlfriend, just my sisters and mother are with us. What exactly are you talking about? What knife? Finish her off?" His voice sounded so confused.

"Don't act like you don't know what you did when you left. She told me what you said about her not being good enough for you. That girl is ruined, broken beyond repair because of you. To this day I am still trying to find the pieces and put her back together." I let the thoughts of the last eight years flood through my head in hopes of coming across something that I could use as verbal ammunition against him.

His face suddenly distorted into a mask of pain.

"What, was that not something you expected to find when and if you ever came back? Did you think that she would just move on with someone else, forget everything? Well I am so sorry to disappoint you, Edward. She did not forget, nor did she move on." I was furious with him. I felt that it was so presumptuous for him to come back and not face any repercussions for what he did.

"How bad was it, Angela?" He asked in a low voice. It almost sounded like he was crying.

"Why do you really care? Never mind…it doesn't matter. I don't think this is a conversation for the middle of the street. I need to call Ben and have him come and get me and Bella…"

"We can give you a ride. Our car is just up the road here. It would be faster than waiting for Ben, and we could continue this conversation," he said politely.

I didn't want to answer him, because I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. It was so much better that I was the one that was going to tell him what had happened since he left, even though I didn't want to. I wasn't going to leave anything out or sugar coat it for him. He needed to know what he did, what his words did. Bella would never have condoned me saying anything to him, but she couldn't argue in her current state. At the end of the day, I hoped she never found out what went on tonight.

I followed Emmett still holding Bella towards a black Mercedes. Jasper climbed into the driver seat with Edward taking the front passenger seat. I sat on one side of Bella with Emmett on the other side in the back seat.

"Ok, so you want to know how bad it was, Edward. I'll tell you exactly how bad it was. Death would have been kinder to her than you were. She was catatonic for the first few months. Didn't speak, eat, hell…she was barely able to breathe. She started to drastically lose weight. All the friends that she had made here, with the exception of me and Ben, left her without a second thought.

"She started hanging out with Jake from La Push who was a childhood friend of hers, and then he got a girlfriend and didn't have time for her.

"I had to leave and spend a summer in France. I talked to her as much as I possibly could, but when I got home, three months later, nothing had changed.

"We both went off to college and tried to keep in touch, but I usually just saw her on holidays. She just existed. Not living her life, not having fun, making friends, or going to parties, nothing."

"When Charlie was killed…"

"Wait, Charlie's gone?" He asked with genuine concern in his voice.

"Yeah, he was killed the night before her twenty-first birthday while on duty. He died later at the hospital. She was just in time to see him take his last breath." I didn't want to think about that time. I hated that I couldn't be there with Bella more, but school didn't allow me much leeway for absences. Charlie may not have been father of the year, but he loved Bella unconditionally, and tried to do his best. It made me think about my dad. I couldn't even imagine what it would be like if he were gone.

Bella started to toss and turn between us, and my blood ran cold. I had forgotten that she was passed out cold beside me. How was I going to prevent the inevitable? Before I could even think of a way to wake her up the night terror started.

At first she was just tossing her head back and forth and saying, "No…no, no, no...," and I glanced at Edward in horror. It always started out this way, every night for the last eight years, and then she screamed.

"NO, EDWARD you can't leave. PLEASE, please don't leave me. What am I going to do, please, PLEASE…," and then she started to sob uncontrollably. It always baffled me that she could continue to sleep through her episodes. In the beginning, she had told me that it would wake her up, but over the years she must have learned to subconsciously tune it out.

"I need to get her home now." I felt spent. I didn't even have the energy to be angry anymore. No one said another word for the duration of the drive. We pulled up behind Bella's Jeep, and I found it strange that I couldn't remember telling them where I lived.

"Edward, look, I just want what is best for Bella. If you're going to stay I need to know, but if you're going to leave you just need to go." I looked at him, searching his face for an answer.

"I'll be staying," was all that he muttered. His eyes were locked on Bella, and I could see what appeared to be longing and a bit of remorse reflected in them.

I grabbed a piece of paper out of my purse and wrote my cell phone number on it and handed it towards him.

"If you need some advice or just want to talk about Bella's situation you can call me. I'm doing this for Bella because I can't see what this will do to her if it doesn't work out. Thank you for the ride." I opened the car door and stepped out into the quiet of the night. I started for my house watching Emmett out of the corner of my eye carrying Bella like a sleeping child.

When I opened my door the house was quiet except for the television in the living room. I could see Ben asleep in his arm chair.

Emmett followed me into the house and down the hall into our spare bedroom. He gently laid her on top of the bed, and I covered her up with the thick down comforter.

Once she was tucked in we both turned to leave the room. I could see that Emmett's shoulders were tense, and as he reached the front door he turned around to face me.

"I know that this is an impossible situation, but I want you to know that he has never stopped loving her. He just did what he thought was best, but he is just as broken. It took this long for him to realize what a mistake he made all those years ago."

"Thanks Emmett, I know you're just looking out for him." He turned to leave, and I stood in the doorway and watched him walk to the car. The black Mercedes pulled away, and it was then that I realized I had been holding my breath.

Only if he really was going to try to make this right could Bella know he was back. I didn't want to think about any other possible scenario.

I closed and locked the door and went into the living room.

"Hey, I thought you were going to call me when you wanted to come home?" Ben said as he stretched, standing up to greet me.

"Bella had way too much to drink, and I just needed to get her home fast. How was your night?"

"Good, just watched the game, and waited for my beautiful wife to get home." He moved toward me, pulling me into his arms.

"You ready for bed?" I just wanted to snuggle up with him and let tonight be over.

"Sure, baby, let's go," he said as he led me to our bedroom.