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First of all, I want to thank those who reviewed on the prev chap and those who added this to their fave/alert list. This is just a short chap, but pretty eventful. The exams had really taken my time this week so I wasn't able to write much. Another thing, I will be re-posting 'The One That Got Away' in a few days because I decided that it will be better if it just be a one-shot.

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For The Love of a Daughter

Lies Can Hurt

(BPOV)

I didn't realize that I sank down on my knees until I felt his hands on my arms, helping me to stand up again. As he did that, I was staring at him, and he avoided my gaze. He must hate me so much because of what I had done. I had lots of uncertainties, but at that time, going away seemed to be the best idea. I didn't know that it would turn out to be something like this.

I wouldn't deny it, there were still something with his touch…there was still the connection that we had before. But everything was different now. I went away; I lied to him, and broke his heart. I was the cruelest person in earth. I knew it, I didn't deserve happiness. All those who were important to me were taken away from me. At first, my Gran, then my mom, and now, Nessie. I'd be all alone now.

"Are you okay?" he asked

"Yeah," I lied, and I knew he didn't believe me. I could see it in his eyes.

I was thinking of a way on how to start a conversation with him when I felt his arms around me tightly. My body tensed and I didn't know what to do. How was I supposed to act in a situation like this? Why did he pull me into an embrace? Wasn't he even angry at me for what I did seventeen years ago? And isn't that he was already married? He…we shouldn't be doing this. This was just so wrong.

I mustered up all the strength that I have left in me, and I removed his arms that were wrapped protectively around my body. Even how good it felt and how much comfort his arms gave me, I need to move away from me. I had just arrived here and everything was just so overwhelming.

"I only came here to get my daughter and talk about some things," I said straightforwardly.

I hope that my voice was void of any emotion, because if it slipped, he would surely know it. I couldn't let him know that I still had feelings for him. As I had said, it was inappropriate.

"I…I'm so sorry on how I acted. I shouldn't have done that," he said, a bit embarrassed.

"It's fine," I lied.

"So, let's talk?" he asked, a little too calmly.

I knew he was controlling something inside him. I knew he wanted to ask so many questions to me and that he wanted to be angry at me, to scream at me, but he was stopping himself. And I didn't know why. I mean, he had the right to ask me questions and to be angry at me because I kept our daughter from him. Sometimes, he really confuses me.

He asked me to take a seat on his old couch and then he took the chair beside the windows and sat in front of me. He placed his hands inside the pockets of his jeans, like he was keeping his hands to himself. It was weird.

As much as possible, I didn't look much on his face. I found his beauty and the pain on his face really distracting, and I didn't need that if I wanted to talk to him.

"I heard from Carlisle that you didn't believe that Nessie is your daughter," I said nervously.

I peeked…just peeked on the reaction on his face. I was afraid of how he would react to whatever I was saying right now. I knew this day would come, but I never prepared myself for it. I never thought that it would be too soon.

There were pain, confusion, and anger too. Just what I had expected.

"Yeah," he admitted. "She didn't have any evidence and I couldn't just accept her without it. She could be a spy of those people who wanted to destroy my family."

"Well, she really is my daughter," I paused and took a deep breath in before continuing, "and your daughter too."

He shook his head unbelievingly.

"You won't lie to me about such thing, Bella. You are not that kind of girl."

"Well, I did, Edward. I can't say that I regret what I did because everything in our life went so fine. I was afraid that by having me and the baby, your family name would be stained. I was afraid that you would be a disappointment to your family; you know how much they expect of you. And do you remember that time when I asked you if you were ready to be a father anytime, you said you weren't, so I figured out staying away would be the best option." I admitted.

And that was when he exploded. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself.

He stood up. There was fury and frustration on his face. I was actually afraid of him right now. His pupils grew dark and he looked like he was about to cry. The look on his face not only scared me, but it broke my heart. He didn't deserve to feel like this, but I couldn't do anything.

What he did next shocked the hell out of me.

He threw the chair that he sat on earlier hit the concrete wall. My ears almost exploded with the sound of the breaking chair. Its legs and few pieces of woods were scattered on the floor. I didn't know that he could be that strong to put so much force on hitting the chair. He must be really mad. Yeah…I could see it on his nerves. I could feel that this wasn't going to be good.

"How could you do this?" he asked lowly and angrily at the same time. He was controlling himself again.

"I told you, I didn't want any scandal with your family," I answered, looking away from his furious eyes.

"That's so irrational, Bella. I thought you were smart and responsible. This wasn't going to cause my family anything, and if something did happen, they could never hate you. It was because of us why you had a baby, not them. This is just so messed up."

I remained silent for I really didn't know what I should say. I wanted to cry…so much, but I couldn't. My tears couldn't make his anger fade away. My tears couldn't fix the damage that I had done.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"This isn't something that you can fix with your apology. I practically missed seventeen years of Renesmee's life," he said, turning back from me and heading in front of the window. He leaned his forehead on the window and then he closed his eyes as if he was thinking deeply.

"Go out of my room now before I do something that I will regret," he said stiffly.

And I did with tears streaming down my cheeks.

After seventeen years, heartbreak still hurts like hell. But this time, I knew that I deserve it.

Now, who do you hate in this chap? Bella, Edward...or me for a crappy chap? (LOL) :))

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