I swore I wasn't going to write anymore this week. But (Ana Rod) inspired me with her sweet messages, and before I knew it, I opened up a document and started writing. Go check out her blog guys! It's really, really great; .com. Your reviews brighten up my day. Please, more! I live for those now. Seriously. More reviews, more chapters! (; Anyways, this isn't the usual BPOV setting. I'm giving ya'll a treat into one of the betrayer's mind.
Enjoy.~

"Marks of battle, they still feel raw,
A million pieces of me on the floor,
I'm damaged goods, for all to see,
now who would ever want to be with me?"
~The Script's "Exit Wounds."
(p.s. this song inspired this story. go ahead and listen to it!)

Edward's POV-

I lay on the floor, grabbing at my stomach, feeling searing pain from when Emmett kicked me there. Bella's words echoed in my mind, and I tried my best to not scream out. Slowly, I got up, and stumbled outside. Rosalie looked at me, disgusted, when I got to her.
"Look at you! You're all covered in your mouth blood. Gross. Just take me home." She said, chewing her gum annoyingly. I glared at her, and she rolled her eyes. "Get your own ride." I spit out, leaving her there, shocked.
I turned on my Volvo, and drove home, speeding past Bella. I will never forget the look on her face. Tears streaming down her face, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
I got home, with that image still in my mind.
I grimaced when I saw Emmett was already home, and knew that I deserved all those names, all those hits. I knew what I had done was wrong. A month. How could I let it go on for a fucking month-
I barely finished the thought when I had entered the door, and something punched my gut, sending me to the floor. I coughed up more blood, looking up to see Emmett, still livid. He picked me back up, and made me look at him. "My fiancee. I asked her to marry me, you asshole!" He screamed, throwing me against the wall. I grunted in pain, but I didn't fight back.
"And Bella! Jesus Christ, that girl loved you more than anything in this whole entire world. You heard her. You know she would have given everything up for you. And you just throw it all away for my fiancee!"
He pulled back his arm to punch me in the face, but then, something stopped him. I looked at him confused, not understanding. His eyes filled with tears, his face filled with pain. He let me go, and I slumped to the floor.
"The worst part about all of this is that I still love her. Bella still loves you. I still love you. You're my little brother. I'll always love you." He whispered.
He glanced down at me, shook his head, and said, "Don't ever talk to me again. I pity the girl who's going to end up with you." He walked away towards his bedroom. My mind echoed Bella and Emmett's words over, and over again.
""How dare you break my heart, and you know, you know, how much I love you."
""You're my brother. My best friend. You're my family. How could you do this to me? To Bella?"
"I pity the girl who's going to end up with you."

Darkness threatened to overtake, and closing my eyes, I let it.

~

My sleep was interrupted by a female's panicked shout, and someone shaking me. My injuries hurt worse when someone started shaking me.

"Edward! Oh my goodness, no, what happened to you? Honey, wake up, wake up!" The female cried. I opened my eyes slightly when I realized that it was Esme. She was crying, and my head was on her lap. "Mom..." I whispered.
Her eyes filled with more tears, and she said, "Edward, sweetheart, why are you like this? What happened?"
My eyes closed when I remembered what I had done. How was I ever going to be able to look at my family in the eye? They loved Rosalie. They loved Bella even more. Her face when she walked into my room flashed in front of my eyes. Her face when she saw me kissing Rosalie. Her face when Alice hugged her, and she started sobbing.

Her face when she screamed at me, telling me that she would have done everything for me.

Oh, Isabella, what I have done?

Bella. Isabella, I'm so sorry. I love you, I'm sorry.

"What about Bella? What are you sorry for?" Mom said, wiping away her tears. I realized I had spoken my thoughts out loud.
I looked at my mother again, and I felt my eyes well up with tears. I gripped her arm, and I whispered, "Mom, I'm so sorry. I'm damaged goods. Nobody will want to love me anymore."
She looked at me confused, and I took advantage of her gentle touch right now. This would most likely be the last time she would ever look at me with that loving gaze. "I fucked up so bad, Ma." I whispered.

The darkness whispered to me, "Come to me. I'll make you forget for a little while."

I felt my eyes roll back, and I let it come over me again, as I heard my mom shout out for Emmett.

When I awoke again, I was in my bed. I looked around confused, not remembering how I got there. When I started sitting up, pain shot at me everywhere. I layed back down with a frustrated groan. The door opened and Carlisle walked in, with a tight smile. He sat by me on the bed, but didn't say anything. I stared at the ceiling, knowing that he already knew everything that had happened.

"Son..." Carlisle started, "you know we love you and Emmett. We love you both equally, and nothing you guys ever do is going to stop your mother and I from loving you."
I nodded, gulping. He looked at me again, a bit of anger flashing in his eyes. "We love you. We'll never stop loving you. But what you did..." He shook his head, and sighed deeply. I didn't respond, but he didn't continue. "Here's your pain pills. I'm guessing your brother didn't go easy on you." He said, placing pills on my tongue. I pretended to swallow them before he gave me the water. He smiled at me, and said, "We'll talk about it when you get better."
He walked out of the room, and I spit out the pills. I looked at them briefly, thinking, "I deserve this pain. I deserve all of it. I lost Bella, I lost Emmett. I'm a fucking asshole."

I curled into a ball, trying to ignore the pain, and laid there, awake, in the room where I betrayed her, for the rest of the night.

"Now who would ever want to be with me?" I cried out, feeling every injury, on my body.

I kept repeating that sentence over and over again, not understanding why I let it go on for so long. In reality, I didn't even like Rosalie. I thought she was shallow, and annoying.

But one night, when Emmett left to get food, and we were left alone, we just talked. Everything got so intense, and she looked beautiful. Bella was at the back of my mind, but when Rosalie's lips met mine, nothing existed.

I know it sounds like I'm in love with Rosalie, but I had been holding back with Bella so much lately, that I needed someway to relieve myself. But I had never planned to use my brother's girlfriend. That was never my plan, and now I regretted every second of it.

I got up, and walked to the glass door, looking down. I could easily let myself fall, if I wanted to. I realized that in that moment, there was no meaning to life anymore.

Love. Life. Meaning. Over.

Smiling, I closed my eyes. I stepped over the edge of the window, ready to let myself fall.

"Bella, I love you."

Ignoring my common sense, I jumped.