A/N: And I'm back! Here is chapter three of An Eye For An Eye. Summer is coming close to an end, and school is coming in session, so about three weeks. Meaning that I'll be uber busy with the majority of those classes being either Honors or IB classes. I won't be able to update as frequently as I have been before, but I'll try to get at least three or more up before September 7th. Enjoy and Review. And I come to wonder why only I get 12 reviews, but my story has a total of 253 hits. It doesn't seem right. I really do appreciate your feedback, to see if you are enjoying it or not.

A/N 2: So I've been reading a new fanfic, it's amazing and I think you should read it. It's called Superman Complex by cevuplay. Go read it, you won't be disappointed, I got hooked on the first few paragraphs. You won't regret reading it, that's for sure.

Song Rec's:

"Love Her Madly"- The Doors

"If I Were A Boy"- Beyoncé

"Pieces Of My Heart"- Janis Joplin

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Don't ya love her madly
Don't ya need her badly
Don't ya love her ways
Tell me what you say

Don't ya love her madly
Wanna be her daddy
Don't ya love her face
Don't ya love her as she's walkin' out the door

All your love is gone
So sing a lonely song
Of a deep blue dream
Seven horses seem to be on the mark

Love Her Madly- The Doors

Chapter Three: Love Her Madly

"I think it's time that we get going," Edward strained, willing his voice to sound normal, trying to convey that the whole Bella incident didn't affect him at all.

"Oh Eddie, I thought you'd never ask," Rosalie slurred, trying, but failing miserably for it to come out seductively. "Let's go back to my place."

"I'm not in the mood," Edward snapped, ultimately shutting up Rosalie

"Ugh, fine."

So Edward and Rosalie made their way back to his car. Edward relished the silence as they walked down the narrow sidewalk of downtown Chicago.

"Eddie?"

I guess all things have to come to an end, Edward thought, wondering why he let this affair go on so long. I don't know why I put up with her shit in the first place. I can't even stand her voice!

Because you thought she'd be a good fuck. Plus, Bella wasn't putting out. A man has needs Eddie, a voice said in the back of his head, that same voice that convinced him that fucking Rosalie was a good idea.

Shut up!

The evil voice laughed at him, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. His subconscious tsked him. You can't run away from the truth, you fucked her because that slut girl friend, no, I'm sorry… ex-girlfriend wasn't giving you any. His subconscious mocked him. How does it feel, to be dumped? Not too good does it? Asshole. You deserved it.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Edward yelled, willing his subconscious to shut up.

Oh and Eddie, your whore is calling you. Edward's subconscious laughed.

Huh? Edward thought, absent to the fact that Rosalie was calling out his name.

"What now?" Edward asked. As the two left the club, Rose had picked up the car keys that Bella threw at Edward, which Rose thought was quite funny.

"Where are your car keys?"

"In my pocket?" Edward said confused, coming out more like a question, then a statement. As if her statement reminded Edward of something, he felt his pockets for his keys. Where the hell are they? Edward thought. When he felt that he had them, he sighed a breath of relief.

"Then whose are these?"

"What are you talk..." Edward stopped mid sentence, finally spotting the keys Rose had in her possession.

5...4...3...2...1

Edward's subconscious counted down. Laughing evilly as he did so. Realization dawned on Edward.

"Shit!" Edward yelled, taking off in a sprint towards his car. Please let me be wrong.

"Edward!" Rosalie screeched, trying to catch up to him, but failing miserably. "Wait! I can't run in heels!"

When Edward reached his car, he couldn't believe his eyes. All four tires were slashed. His paint job was ruined. All in all, his car was totaled! And undrivable.

My baby!

He knew exactly who did this... Bella.

Ahh! I so saw this coming. Edward's subconscious once again bellowed.

"Edward!" Rosalie panted, finally catching up to him.

As if words finally came to him, Edward burst. "My car!" Edward wailed, on the verge of tears, it was like if someone was tearing him limb from limb. Jesus, Edward! Get a grip! It's only a car for Pete's sake! Stop acting like a pussy!

"Oh boy!" Rosalie said, when she finally took the scene in front of her. "How the hell are we getting home? I sure as hell am not gonna' walk home in heels!"

By the glare that he was throwing at Rosalie, Rosalie knew he wasn't in the mood for talking.

And that's how Edward and Rosalie found themselves walking home.

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"Oh Eddie, I just love! Fajitas. I wish I could speak Mexican."

"Spanish," Edward signed, trying really not to blow his top.

"Huh?"

"Are you stupid?" Edward said, glaring as if Rosalie was serious. "It's not Mexican. It's Spanish!"

"Anyways, like I was saying, I wish I spoke Mex- I mean Spanish, You know, my parents are, like, planning a trip to México soon! It'll help right? Oh I just love refried beans!"

Does she even get tired of talking? Or eating? Fat Pig.

"Eddie!"

"What?"

"Are you even listening?"

No nimrod. "What is it, dear?"

"I said, I got bored one day, and I decided to write a story!"

Wow, she can write!

"Anyways, it's called The Moth and The Flame."

Wow, so original!

"Didn't I, like, let you read a part of it, Eddie?"

Yeah it was boring as fuck!

"Oh my god! Stop! Just shut up!" Edward yelled, as he came to a stop and faced Rosalie.

"But Eddie…"

"My name is not Eddie, its Edward. Say it with me, Ed- ward. Are you happy? Bella found out about us, and wrecked my car! And now you're rambling about shit that doesn't concern me! Better yet, Rose, stay here! Let a freaking Mexican that speaks SPANISH pick you up like the whore you are, and smuggle you into Mexico!" Edward fumed. "No, better yet, I really hope to god that that pervert that picks you up is a freakin' drug lord! Let him kidnap your ass! Serves you right. I saw your face when Bella found out. You were glad weren't you? Gaud, your such a bitch! I don't know how Emmett or I for the matter put up with you!"

Edward left a stunned Rosalie at the street corner of down town Chicago. How very suiting! As Edward crossed the street, he turned around and shouted "Oh and by the way, your story sucks!"

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She's gone and it's all my fault, Edward thought as he lay dejecting on his bed. I let the best thing go, because of me and only me.

Edward laid numbly, trying to fall into oblivion; all feelings left him.

I love her, and yet I betrayed her. Not only that, I lost a brother in the process.

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A/N 3: So What do you thing? Yah, or nah? Review and tell me what you think.