Authors Note: Quick little thing here that I'm going to just clarify. If I feel like posting the entire song for the whole dramatic effect or hell even for those who cant get the song and want to know what the words are that I have SPECIFICALLY chosen for this story then I will freaking post the darn lyrics in here! It's my FREAKING STORY! Sorry...I got a review that...well it made me rethink even writing this because they were going on about one of my other stories basically being a waste of time. It makes me sick when people do that just for their satisfaction and half the time they dont have the guts to sign in and leave some kind of trail. They prefer to be anonymous. It's so annoying!

Anyways this chapter finally brings about what the bad thing is that happened...well sort of. There is also a sort of answer to one of the reviews from the last chapter that should help you guys out. The song i used in here was Not like the Movies...I love it! I also have another new story called Pearl that is basically about my past. If you like this please at least check it out okay? Thanks!

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Chapter Four: Not like the Movies

EPOV:

Staring up at her I couldn't decide whether to be angry at myself or at her. The song she was on the stage belting out was one of ours. It was a song that spoke of so many nights alone when I was trying to piece together the disaster that was our lives together and apart. She knew I was watching, I could tell by the way she was singing and the way her eyes would occasionally focus on me. She had written this about herself and about the way I'd acted when she was stoned or drunk or just generally out of her fucking mind. I had loved her, even when she was tweaked out of her mind and going on about clouds on the ceiling. I'd loved her. The song ended and the band played on. I couldn't look at her anymore without remembering the day I'd finally decided that we'd had enough. It had happened two days after we'd checked ourselves into rehab.

Five years ago…

"Edward," the nurse said as she poked her head into my room, "you have a visitor."

"If it's my wife can you please tell her I'll see her tomorrow?" I whispered before rolling back over in my tiny little bed.

I heard the door close and assumed that she'd done as I'd asked her to do.

"Son," I turned around and saw my father standing beside me with a look of utter devastation written on his face.

"Dad, what's wrong? Is it mom? Alice?" I shot up and grabbed his arms in order to brace myself for whatever news he had for me.

"It's you son." I pulled away and my arms began to shake and soon my whole body began to as well.

He moved me back down to the bed, and kneeled down in front of me. "Edward," He whispered before he pulled me into his arms and I fell limp against him as the tears fell. We stayed like that for a while. I was grieving for the man that I once was, while he was grieving for the son he felt like he was losing. We finally pulled apart and I could see the determination in his eyes.

"We're going to get you better son."

"Bella," I whispered as he looked down.

"Edward, what happened?"

I shook my head. It was too soon…I couldn't even being to form it into words. But I knew he needed some kind of answer. They all deserved something because a year ago Bella and I were great.

"It got bad…worse than we ever imagined it could get and it happened so fast…I lost her so quickly dad." I whispered and he nodded.

"Is she here with you?"

"I had to drag her kicking and screaming…she was so messed up, worse than I was. I only have a drinking problem and the occasional drug use, but Bella…dad she was so high I didn't even recognize her. She wasn't my Bella anymore dad."

We talked for a good hour before I realized what I really needed to get better.

"Dad I want to come home."

"When you get out?"

"No I want to transfer to the hospital in Forks. I want to go home and get better."

"And Bella?"

I looked down and shook my head. I couldn't take her with me. I was the reason she had gone back to the drugs and the alcohol. If I hadn't pushed her then we wouldn't have ended up in the place we'd gone to and things wouldn't be as messed up as they are now.

"No, she needs to be here…away from me. It's my fault this is happening and I want to make sure that she gets better."

"Son, I think you need to rethink this. We can take much better care of the both of you back home."

"No…she needs…I can't be around her. It's not good for her when I'm around her."

He shook his head then proceeded to make his way to the door. "I'll make the arrangements son," He looked back at me with tears in his eyes, "Please rethink the situation with Bella. Your mother and I love her so much and all we want is to see her well too. Please just rethink this."

I nodded to him, but I knew in my heart that my decision was set. Bella was going to stay here and I was going to go home where I belonged. I felt like a selfish ass, but after years of her being the one to look out for me I felt like I was finally looking out for her.

Present…

After that I'd gone home and gotten the care I needed. My dad told me he'd hired the best doctors to help Bella with her care and she'd been doing wonderfully. He didn't keep me up to date on her recovery simply because I didn't think it was my business to know about it. I didn't make any plans to divorce her and after months of silence I assumed that the ball was in my court. I had no idea what to do so before Christmas I settled on just ending things amicably when my mother handed me an envelope. Apparently Bella had decided that enough was enough. My mother cried through our entire Christmas celebration while my sister and her husband comforted her as best as they could. Alice only told me that it was her idea for Bella to send them…she'd needed the closure. So here we are four years later standing in some dive bar two miles from our hometown acting like nothing ever happened. I watched as she sang and danced around the room with a smile on her face. I'd done what I thought was best for her at the time and as far as I could tell it had been the right move. The smile that graced her beautiful features told me it had been. She looked down at me as she moved onto another song and I nearly fell to my knees. The poem she'd written to me when we'd just started talking came from her lips in an almost breathless whisper.

He put it on me, I put it on,

Like there was nothing wrong.

It didn't fit,

It wasn't right.

Wasn't just the size.

They say you know,

When you know.

I don't know.

I didn't feel

The fairytale feeling, no.

Am I a stupid girl

For even dreaming that I could.

If it's not like the movies,

That's how it should be, yeah.

When he's the one,

I'll come undone,

And my world will stop spinning

And that's just the beginning, yeah.

Snow white said when I was young,

"One day my prince will come."

So I wait for that date.

They say its hard to meet your match,

Find my better half.

So we make perfect shapes.

If stars don't align,

If it doesn't stop time,

If you cant see the sign,

Wait for it.

One hundred percent,

With every penny spent.

He'll be the one that,

Finishes your sentences.

If it's not like the movies,

That's how it should be.

When he's the one,

He'll come undone,

And my world will stop spinning,

And that's just the beginning.

'Cause I know you're out there,

And you're, you're looking for me.

It's a crazy idea that you were made,

Perfectly for me you'll see.

Just like the movies.

That's how it will be.

Cinematic and dramatic with the perfect ending.

It's not like the movies,

But that's how it will be.

When he's the one,

You'll come undone,

And your world will stop spinning,

And it's just the beginning.

She looked down at me and I gave her one last smile before walking out of the bar.

BPOV:

The show was over and I was once again alone. Jake had opted for some guy time tonight and I was happy to give it to him. Tonight's show had unnerved me in a way I never once thought possible. He had been there almost the entire time just standing there, listening. We'd exchanged a few glances here and there, but never any actual words. However I knew our glances said more than our words ever could.

'How could you leave me?'

'Did you ever really love me?'

'How did this happen?'

'Do you still think about me?'

'Am I what you think about when she's kissing you?'

'Are you happy?'

My hands trembled as I pulled the frame out of my duffle bag. The simple silver frame that held the only thing in my life I gave a damn about. I stared down at its contents as tears came to my eyes. The anniversary was coming up. The day that changed my life in a way I never thought it could. My hand grazed over the script on the ribbon below the picture as tears came to my eyes. The words ran through my head like a chorus hell bent on destroying my heart…two simple words that held more meaning to me than any others.

My daughter.