As I sat in the car all I heard was the tires against the road. I sat with my arms crossed, leaning as far away from Edward as possible. I didn't want to talk to him, I didn't want to think of what would happen. "Bella... Are you alright?" Edward asked gazing towards me. I didn't reply. Instead I stared out the window, with my cheek against the cold window. Edwards brow furrowed. "Bella answer me." He demanded as he sped up. I still didn't answer, nor meet his gaze. I soon felt a cold hand jerk my chin towards himself. I struggled to get away but he didn't let go. "Edward this hurts!" I managed to say with my jaw being held. "Well then answer me Bella." He said gripping slightly tighter. I managed to throw a weak punch at his arm. This did no good, considering he was much stronger than me. But he got the hint and let go. "You ignorant ass!" I shouted in anger and slapped him again. Edwards brow furrowed deeper and stared at me. "Are you done avoiding the question?" I felt the anger come on deeper. "Avoid WHAT question? I didn't want to go to dinner tonight, I told you that. I have homework that I will not be able to get done, and you really hurt me! Your strong, you know that. That was a ass hole thing to do Edward Cullen!" I spat as I glared into his deep golden eyes. Edwards face grew either sad or angry, I couldn't tell. "Why are you yelling at me? Maybe if you told me what you wanted I could help.." He mumbled while he turned his eyes on the road. I glared deeper at him. "Nothing Edward, forget about it." Edwards face grew angry, this time I knew it. "If you stopped being a child, and we stopped fighting over nothing, I could forget about it." He spat back at me. "But because you always insist on acting like a child, Ill act like your father." I soon felt us pull into my driveway. "Go to hell." I said flatly. This caught him off guard. ". Tell me WHAT THE GOD DAMN HELL YOU WANT!" Edwards voice raised so loud my ears began to ring. I got up quickly opening the door, and hopped out. As I stared down to him in the car, I said the first thing that came to mind. "Jacob Black". And with that I slammed the door in his stone cold face.
Four hours passed and I still sat up in bed. I felt the hunger pains stab at me, slowly killing me. What did I DO? I asked myself. I thought back to Edwards shocked hurt face. "I'm such a horrible person." I stated out loud. I had to do this though, I had to break it off with Edward intill Rosalie forgot. As soon as it was safe, I could apologize and make up with Edward. Right? I groaned while I forced myself to get up for my nightly weigh in. I held onto the bed to support my weak legs. It had been 5 days from the last bite I ate and kept down. That had to be at least another pound from last mornings weigh in, right? I entered the bathroom and took my hidden scale out. I took my large sweater off of my freezing body and stood on the scale naked. "89.9" I read on the scale. I almost died of happiness, everything was working amazingly. That was intill I looked into the mirror. There I stood, rolls of fat hanging from every corner. My bony ribs stuck out, yet the rolls of fat under it told me how horrible I looked. The scale lied to me. The scale was the only thing I had left, and now it was lying to me? I quickly put the scale away and threw on my sweater again. I started to walk back to my room. I felt faint, but all I thought about was the scale. "tomorrows another day," was the lasting thing I remembered before hitting the floor.
