Long time. Long time. It's nice to be back in the scene. Was stuck with a terrible writer's block. Anyway as my confidence is shaky to say the least please review.

Ok Edward's swearing a lot in this chapter. Don't take offence; the poor guy is terribly upset. Lots of F* word and the regular others. So reader discretion is advised.

CHAPTER 4

The Break Up

He was in a blinding rage. Of course, he had all the reason to be. It was two weeks after Bella had given birth. Two weeks since I had imprinted on Renesmee. Two weeks since I went back on every promise I'd ever made to Edward. Two weeks of pure hell, for both of us. I loved Edward, I truly I did. Imprinting wasn't something I had a hold over.

"Edward!" I whined. "I didn't know this would happen! It's not my fault! I would've never stepped in your house if I knew this would happen!"

He turned on me, eyes boiling with rage.

"You! You...You…Pathetic, dowdy piece of shit! Bloody fucking useless mongrel! Never, never trust a fucking dog! This is what I get! You…"

He stopped incoherent with rage. His fists shaking as he charged down at me. His fists started pummeling every inch he could reach. I didn't defend myself. It wasn't like I didn't deserve this. I was just grateful he didn't bite me. I fell back Edward still beating the crap out of my chest.

"You bastard! You rumbling runt! How could you do this! Now what, huh? You going to betray me for my own daughter?! Do you even realize how fucked up that is?! Or maybe I don't even matter anymore, yeah? What the fuck do you plan to do now, huh dog? Or do your five brain cells even have a plan?!"

He was shaking me so hard that a fistful of my shirt tore and landed in his hand. That did not stop him though. He just grabbed the left over scrap of the shirt still clinging to my body and continued to beat the crap out of me. I didn't have the heart to defend myself.

"You promised! You promised that this was more than just being fuck buddies! You said you loved me! You don't belong to anyone but me! ME! You hear that?! You hear that!"

Apparently it wasn't a rhetorical question.

"Edward…"

Something in his eyes changed then, hearing the doubt in my voice. Hearing the pain in the one word I had uttered. The obvious pain I was feeling at letting him down. The despair I was feeling at having no way to spare him the pain. It was all there in that one word. He understood. He always does.

His lips started raining kisses all over me. My lips, my eyes, my forehead, my nose. His hug had the same edge of despair, as if I might disappear as soon as he let go. Today I just might. I couldn't even bring myself to respond to his kisses. Renesmee's face kept flashing in front of my eyes like a reign holding me in. He sensed my lack of response.

"She's my DAUGHTER, you prick! How can you do this to me?"

"Edward. You know it's not like that. You read every one of my thought before I think of it. You know there's nothing sexual in my feelings for Nessie. It's not…like that. I'm sorry this is hurting you, believe me, I never wanted any of this to happen. I'm so sorry."

My voice was hushed, muted. I knew I was in the wrong here. But Edward apparently wasn't having it.

"There's nothing sexual now! That isn't much to say as she's only a week old! Can you honestly say that there would never be anything sexual though? And even if that is so, this will never be the same. We'll never be the same. There will never be us, now will there? You're going to leave me for my daughter! Do you even realize how pervert that is?"

Ok. This wasn't entirely my fault. Pervert?!

"Oh yeah?! What about the fact that you have a daughter, Edward? What about the fact that you were still fucking Bella after us? Huh? No hypocrisy there right Edward? No, you can just jump in the sheets with your wife anytime but me, oh no, I have to be the faithful goose. You know what? I'm fed up! Fed up of you, fed up of us, fed up of this little romance. I've just fucking had enough!"

I stormed out of the room. I knew Ed was still standing rooted to the spot I'd left him.

It felt like each of my brain cell was slowly turning to rot. I'd just hurt him. The one person I swore I never will.