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"Still just as clumsy," Edward sighed.

"And hammered," I told him, letting out a small, drunken giggle. "Alcohol doesn't help the coordination much."

He didn't laugh, or even smile. He looked downright pissed, actually.

"Bella, you really shouldn't be drinking."

I sighed. Of course he'd say that. Goody fucking two shoes of a vampire. "Why not, because you can't drink? Oh man Edward, you vampires are missing out."

He furrowed his eyebrows at that. "Bella…"

I waiting for him to continue, but he didn't. "What?" I finally asked him.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" His voice was no more than a whisper.

"Ugh," I groaned. "You don't understand how good it feels, Edward. It makes all the stupid shit in life seem so trivial and unimportant. You know? None of it matters anymore…you just feel good for once."

Edward didn't say anything, but disapproval and disagreement were clear on his face.

I slipped out of his hold on my body, and went through my drawer to get a needle. At least Rose hadn't touched everything, right?

Taking out some of the heroin I'd just bought, I put some in a spoon and held a lighter underneath it.

"Bella, what are you…?" Edward tried to ask.

"Shh!" I cut him off. "Hold on two damn seconds."

I got the heroin into the syringe, and called Edward to my side.

"Since you can't drink," I began. "I'll shoot you up!"

I'd already found the vein in his arm – it's easy to do after a while – and tried to push the needle into it. Instead, the needle just broke. Right, vampire skin. It's like granite.

"Oops," I chuckled before fully realizing what had happened. "Wait! You broke my needle! Asshole!"

He took the unbroken part of the syringe from me and snapped it in half.

"Good," he said. "Now you won't be using that one."

I tried to say something, but he cut me off.

"I'm throwing out all of your drugs. No more coke, no weed, no heroin, no pills, no alcohol. No cigarettes either. I'll also be taking any pipes, bongs, bowls, and syringes. You're going to get clean. Carlisle will help me – he is a doctor after all. I'm not going to let you destroy yourself further," he said.

My jaw dropped. "You wouldn't."

Edward only nodded. "I would. And I'm going to."

Before I could say anything else, he was rummaging through my room at a speed no human could ever keep up with. Even if I had been sober, there was no way I'd be able to salvage any of my shit. He threw it all into one big black trash bag.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I groaned.

He turned to me with an intense expression and black, black eyes. "Because I care about you, Isabella. I'm going to help you."

"You care about me?" I cried incredulously. "What kind of sick joke is that? If you cared about me, you'd have been here the past few months Edward. You don't care about me. You're a miserable liar."

His eyes filled with pain. "But Bella," he choked out. "I love you. Truly, I do."

It took a lot to not cry then. I wanted it to be true, but I knew it wasn't.

"Fuck you Edward," I finally spat out. "Fuck you. I don't know where you got the idea that you could just go around and fuck with my life, but you need to stop. First you took yourself away from me. Now you're taking my drugs. Everything that makes me happy, you take it away. Then you tell these brutal lies? Is it that entertaining to hurt people? Get out of this room. Now."

"I'm not lying," he tried to say. "I left to keep you safe. And I'm taking these drugs to keep you safe, too."

I didn't say anything; I simply glared at him until he left the room. The second he was gone, though, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. I couldn't help the sobs that erupted from me then.

I woke up at 4:30 the next morning. Alice came into my room, picked me up, and dropped me into a freezing cold bath tub.

"WHAT THE FUCK ALICE?" I screamed.

She just stared at me, all joy gone from her face.

"What have you done Bella?" She said. "I realize that it hurt when Edward left. That would hurt anyone. But look at yourself. It's pathetic. Edward wasn't lying last night – he is going to help you. He does love you. And I love you too, so I'm helping him to help you. Starting now. Get cleaned up then come downstairs."

And I thought I'd changed while they were gone? Alice, the little ball of energy, just looked so…blank. I'd never really seen her upset before. Never like this.

Eventually, I did go downstairs. The entire family was waiting for me, but I walked by them into the kitchen.

As I was digging through the cabinets to find some Advil, I felt a presence next to me.

"What are you looking for?" Alice's high soprano voice asked me.

"Advil, Ibuprofen, something to help with this fucking hang over," I muttered.

I heard a rattling noise come from where Alice was standing. She had the Advil in her hand! I reached forward to grab it, but she held it just out of my reach.

"Nope," she sang to me. "You got yourself into this; you'll have to deal with the repercussions. So, let's go shopping."

Shopping. Now. With Alice. Was this a joke? Maybe she hadn't changed as much as I'd thought.

"Hurry up Bella," she said. "We need to get going. Eat some breakfast."

I shook my head. "I don't eat breakfast, Alice."

She rolled her eyes at me, pushing a bowl of cereal towards me. "Well you're going to this morning, okay?"

Sighing, I reached toward the bowl reluctantly.

"Alright, let's go. I'll eat in the car," I told her.

She smiled at me as we headed out to Carlisle's Mercedes. When I thought she wasn't looking, I dumped the cereal in the bushes. But of course, she saw me.

"Seriously Bella?" She asked. "You can't even eat a bowl or cereal?"

I just shrugged and kept walking towards the car. When we got to the mall, she tried to drag me into numerous stores. I told her that I had changed my mind, and I wanted to get something for breakfast first.

Thinking I really was getting food, she followed me to a small shack that sold sodas and snack foods. It also sold cigarettes.

"Can I get a pack of Newport 100's please?" I asked the cashier. After looking at my I.D., he handing me the small green pack of cancer sticks.

I didn't pay attention to Alice as she tried to yell at me. I kept walking towards the doors, ignoring all of the other shoppers that were staring. Alice grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away.

"You're going to do that in public?" I hissed at her. "I thought you guys weren't supposed to expose yourselves. A 4 foot 10 girl dragging along someone almost a foot taller than her may attract attention, Alice."

Reluctantly, she sighed and let go of my arm. Once we were outside, I lit up one of my new cigarettes.

"This is what I do for breakfast," I told Alice as I exhaled. "Cigarettes cut my appetite and get me through the day just as much as food could."

Before my cigarette was even half smoked, Alice ripped it from my hand and put it out in the ash tray. I blew my last puff of smoke in her face, smiling as her face soured.

She grabbed my arm with her little one and dragged me back towards the mall.

"If you haven't changed too much, then this will be good," she said. "You hated shopping. Which, by the way, I will never understand. If you still do, then I'm going to make you keep shopping more and more. The more drugs you do, the more you drink, the more cigarettes you smoke, the more we will shop. Or whatever else it is that you hate."

I frowned at her. Why were they suddenly coming back into my life and changing me so much? "Sure Alice," I muttered. "That sounds just fucking peachy."