A/N - Here's the next chapter! Sorry it's taken so long... you know how life is :) But Ive passed all of my exams so far, just incase you wanted to know. Exciting eh?

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This chapter starts off a little boring, but it is setting the scene, kind of filler-ish, kind of not. But it gets better at the end. So don't panic.

Disclaimer - I do not own Twilight or any of its characters

Chapter 4

APOV

I gathered my thoughts, and picked myself up off my floor. It had dented and splintered slightly from where I had fallen onto it heavily after my vision. I shuddered. What was I going to do about it? She used to be my best friend, she even still was in a way. I continued to love her like a sister. I had to do something. I walked at human pace to Edward's room. I knew he had seen my vision of Bella, and I wasn't looking forward to seeing his reaction, I just hoped that it wouldn't make his depression spiral downwards further. I got to his door, and knocked gently.

No reply. I took that as an open invitation, and walked in. He was sitting on the bare hardwood floor, his arms wrapped around his legs, which were pulled up tightly to his chest, staring into space. I sighed. This was exactly what I had hoped wouldn't happen.

"Edward", I said gently.

He made no move to acknowledge me.

"Edward? Come on, talk to me. Please?", I said, more forcefully this time.

"What is there to talk about, Alice?", he said softly. "She moved on like I wanted her to. Exactly like I needed her to", his voice began to crack, "So there's nothing more to say. I… I just need some alone time".

Why was he so calm about it? Well not calm, but he wasn't about to fight for her back either. I could feel my anger growing.

"But Edward, can't you see? You are meant to be together! Are you blind? Seriously? Edward you need to be with each other. I need you to be with each other. I need my best friend back. I need my family back!", I was shouting by the time I had finished.

He stared at me with his black eyes, saying nothing, his face unreadable.

"And you need to hunt", I added, before I turned and left his room in a huff.

BPOV

It would seem I was at a loss for what to do. I groaned. Surely it wasn't that hard to figure out? I mean, really. On the one hand I could choose option one, and possibly die as a result. Or I could choose option two. Great. Either way I was probably going to die. Just my luck, I thought. My brow furrowed. Option one it was then. I had often wondered what it must be like to die. Painful, yet peaceful, I had concluded. Lets get this over and done with then, I thought to myself. I picked up the ivory piece and moved it. I sighed as I got up from my chair and positioned myself on the other side of the table. I didn't have to deliberate for very long before I picked up my black piece and ruthlessly smashed it into the unsuspecting ivory rook. A smile formed on my lips. I liked chess. I mean, it wasn't all that fun playing a two-person game by yourself, but it made me think, and it filled in the time when I wasn't doing my law papers online. And it was fun smashing the pieces off the board. I knew violence wasn't the answer, well hell. Of course I knew that, I'd experienced it first hand and it hadn't got me anywhere, or Mike for that matter.

I looked at the clock on the wall, and cursed loudly. 4.45pm. Mike would be home in 30 minutes. Joy.

I got out of the chair once again, and made my way into the kitchen. Picking up the small white telephone, I dialled the number for the local pizza restaurant and ordered dinner for Mike. After being told that it would be delivered in 20 minutes, I thanked the operator and hung up. I decided to get into my pyjamas while I waited for dinner to arrive. I could tell that it was going to be an early night, so I might as well start getting ready for bed now. I wandered down the hallway and opened the door into my bedroom. Quickly I changed into my black flannelette pj's, throwing my clothes onto my bed. I walked across the hall to the bathroom and splashed my face with warm water, towelled it off, and took a glance in the mirror that sat atop the basin. Nothing much had changed in my appearance since last time I looked. I had lost a little more weight, my hair had become more matted. Just the usual. I returned to my bedroom and picked up my clothes, taking them to the laundry. I would have to do the washing tomorrow, I was running out of things to wear, and heaven forbid Mike should have to wear the same shirt twice. I would never hear the end of it, or feel the end of it. The doorbell ringing broke me out of my trance, and I quickly ran back to my bedroom to get my wallet before making my way to answer the door. With the pizza paid for, I returned to the kitchen and lay the box on the counter. I took a slice and ate it quickly, the warmth lighting a trail down my throat. As I swallowed the last bite, I heard the tell tale sign of Mikes arrival, tires spitting gravel down the driveway. Here we go again, I thought. One day I hoped to leave my pathetic life behind and start fresh. Where, I didn't know, but I did know that it would be as far away from Forks as possible. Maybe even somewhere sunny.

The door opened and slammed. Mike appeared, carrying a 12 pack of beer. I cringed. This was going to be a rough night. He dumped the beer on the kitchen bench and opened the pizza box.

"Oh well just help yourself then why don't you", he spat bitterly. "Like you need any extra calories. Have you seen yourself lately woman? Letting go a bit aren't you? Get any fatter and you wont fit in the front door".

I looked him straight in the eye, saying nothing. I refused to give him what he wanted: a reason to fight.

But he wasn't finished yet. "And what do you do all day that means you can't cook a meal for me? Is it really that hard to sit on your fat arse? So strenuous, so tiring, that you can't cook a single fucking meal?", he yelled at me, leaning close to my face.

He hadn't even started on the beer yet, and this fight had been caused over something as simple as pizza. I really wasn't looking forward to later on.

"Yes Mike", I said in a bland voice.

"Yes what? Yes I will make you dinner? Yes I will be a good wife for once?", he said loudly, "yes, yes, yes".

I ignored him and turned to go to my bedroom, when he grabbed my head and slammed me into the wall. His grip moved down to my throat and he squeezed tighter, cutting off my air.

"Don't ignore me! Ever! You stupid, stupid bitch!", he spat into my face.

He continued to hold tightly onto my throat, and I badly needed air. Oh my god. I was going to die. He was going to kill me. Shit. I began to struggle against the pressure he had on my throat, clawing at the air in front of me. I was punching furiously, kicking wildly, but nothing was connecting with him. He stood there, still suffocating me, with a wild glint in his eye. He was never going to let go. I tried to scream, anything to make him stop, but nothing came out. I finally managed to claw his arm, leaving red scratch marks that began to bleed gently. I clawed at him again, running my nails down his arm once more, deepening the wounds I had already inflicted. One of my nails had been ripped off while I scratched at him, but that pain was nothing compared to what my head felt like. It was going to explode. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel my consciousness slowly slipping away. I continued to claw in Mike's direction, I couldn't die. Not now. Not yet. I let out a tiny whimper as darkness began to cloud my vision, and before I let go, I thought only one word.

Edward…

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