***FLASHBACK***

25th June 2011 21:30pm

"You really need to just bring your ass to the party" Jasper sighed deeply as he laid back on the lawn gulping down the rest of his beer while he waited for Alice to finish painting her face with layers of make up. One of Jasper's cousins were throwing a party at his new apartment and I wanted nothing more than to head over to drink myself into a blackout, the other alternative was finding a girl and taking her home with me. I was a pretty normal teenage guy who loved to party and I always managed to tread along the fine line of the law.

"I can't, I already promised my Dad I would do a job. Send me the address and I'll try to make it over after?" I suggested taking the last couple of drags of one of our best blends. I let my eyes fall closed my skin almost coming alive as the cool breeze danced across my face. "You know what I love the sound of? I lovvveeeee the sound of leaves"

"Leaves? Oh Dude...does your Dad know that you going into his thing like Willie Nelson?" Jasper laughed punching my shoulder lightly.

"Oh fuck that. I just gotta go in get the money then I'll come drink with you" I shrugged pushing myself up from the ground with a groan as Alice skipped down the steps scrunching her nose at the scent that filled the evening air.

"Dad is going to kill you. Why don't you just let Emmett take this one? Go shower and change your clothes" Alice sighed softly looking me up and down as she slipped her jean jacket over her shoulders to cover her fitted dress. Emmett held his hands up coming into the yard wearing his best shirt with his hair combed down neatly and his face freshly shaven.

"I can't do that. Rosie has invited me to have dinner with her family. It is her sisters birthday so I have to go do that...you'll be alright, right?" Emmett asked with a hopeful smile which made me roll my eyes. I dusted the grass from my clothes reaching over for my half empty beer bottle, I drained the liquid before nodding in agreement.

"Do I have a choice in the matter? Everyone have a good time. Abandoning your own brother just to get your end away...tut tut, Emmett Cullen." I called over my shoulder jogging up the stairs and into the house, I grabbed the keys to my car slipping straight past my Mom who was chewing the end of her pen while she did her crossword. "I'm going out" I called to her closing the door behind me before she had any time for questions. I checked my reflection in the mirror my face covered with stubble while my hair laid flat on my head under my cap. I wet my lips as I opened the glove box checking that I still had my glock ready for action in case things became heated in the interaction. The man we were chasing was a young guy named Bobby Garcia who was eighteen years old and in way over his head. He had began to deal for my Dad under the impression that it would lead to a glamorous lifestyle. Bobby had started keeping the money to himself after finding another supplier who would take the product he had provided. I crawled along the street in my black Mustang my eyes wide as I searched the street for the sneaky bastard who had dared to cross us. I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my hand the street lights felt almost blinding as my head became fuzzy, I knew that It had been a mistake to drink before coming out tonight.

"Bingo.." I whispered to myself seeing Bobby hanging around outside of the restaurant with a group of guys all of them drinking from brown paper bags. I had driven for almost an hour to find this fucker and there was no way that I was going to let him slip through my fingers. I pulled my car to a stop before climbing out offering Bobby and knowing smile. His eyes widened as soon as he laid eyes on me, it an amazing feeling knowing that someone feared you.

"Ed, hey man...what are you doing in this neck of the woods?" Bobby asked with a nervous laugh as he extended his hand out to me pulling me in for a brief hug.

"How about we go get a burger and talk about it, huh?" I suggested glaring down at the weedy boy who looked up at me with wide eyes. Bobby was much shorter than myself and he liked to pad out his body with hoodies in a feeble attempt to make himself bigger. I guess he just wasn't as lucky as some of us.

"Oh I already ate...spaghetti and meatballs" He nodded trying to squirm out of my grasp as I pulled him along to the Denny's before pushing him into a booth at the back of the restaurant.

"It wasn't a question, Bobby. You know exactly why I am here and I want the money right now" I kept my voice low but menacing as I glared at him with a tight jaw. I could feel the fuzziness in my head threatening to take over as I gave the waitress a charming smile ordering us both a Diet Coke and fries.

"I don't have it on me right now..."

"What are we going to do about that? I'll take what you have on you now and the drugs" I nodded holding my hand out to him seeing him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"I'll be right back, you caught me short" He smiled slightly rushing towards the bathroom the door hitting the wall as he fell inside. I ran my hand over my stubble keeping my eyes fixed on the bathroom door as a million thoughts raced through my mind. I slammed my hands on the table as i pushed myself up from my seat following him inside.

"Open the door" I commanded as I stood outside of the only locked bathroom stall hearing the toilet flush again.

"Are you crazy? Just give me five minutes, dude.." He pleaded from behind the door which only made my chest constrict in my annoyance. I cleared my throat stretching out the muscles in my neck before kicking the stall door off of the hinges to reveal a sweaty faced Bobby attempting to flush the drugs that he had on him. I reached in grabbing the color of the black hooded sweater throwing him back against the tiled wall. I instantly stalked forward holding him in place with a firm grip around his neck my eyes burning with rage.

"Now, now...let's play the game, Bobby...those were mine and you saw it fit to just flush them away. Rather inconsiderate of you" I almost growled my grip tightening to constrict his throat.

"I don't have it...I swear" He gasped reaching around to the back of his jeans before pulling out a flick knife pressing it to my chest. I snorted as I looked down at the tiny weapon that he had tried to intimidate me with, this was my show and I was running it.

"Oh no, please don't stab me" I pleaded holding my hands up to him before grabbing him again slamming his head back against the white tiled wall watching him slide down the wall to the ground. My eyes became cloudy and I knew that I now had zero control. I pounded my fists against his face over and over again feeling his bones crushing under the pressure of my fists as he lay lifeless on the ground in the bathroom. I eventually stumbled back wiping the sweat from my brow with the sleeve of my hoodie turning to the mirror staring at my blood splattered face for a moment. My green eyes seemed to be cold and almost dead, it was as if in that moment my soul had left my body. I rolled my eyes hearing a waitress scream as she peered into the bathroom before running out front to call the police. My fate was inevitable now and there was no way of getting out of this one. I sighed softly rinsing the crimson blood from my hands as I whistled to myself while cleaning the blood from my face. I grabbed the bag of pills that he had left over taking one of little white circles from the bag.

"Fuck it...it has been a pleasure" I said to the corpse who was currently bleeding out all over the ground before popping one of the pillows into my mouth as the sound of sirens filled the restaurant. I leaned back against the counter hearing the hammering footsteps of the police officers as they charged into the bathroom taking a bone crushing grasp of my arms pinning me to the ground. It was in that moment that my life had changed forever.

So there we have it. The full account of Edward's crime...do we think that he may be slightly crazy or was it just the weed and beer? Hmm...let me know what you think! Lauren xx