A/N: You guys are AMAZING!!!! Yes, I know I always do this and you might get bored with the same line but seriously you guys are the shit! I got a lot of reviews last chapter that I wanted to send you an update asap. But I couldn't because I'm moving to a new apartment and I have to sort out some things first.

I also couldn't update because believe it or not, I wrote this chapter three times. 3 frigging times!!!! With 3 totally different scenarios, my head is aching badly right now. So I decided this was the best one and I don't even think this is good but I'm gonna post it anyway.

My heart goes out to Daddy's Little Cannibal, may her soul rest in peace.

I never did a disclaimer, but I'm sure you all know Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer; the characters just do what I want them to do.

Song for this chapter – Us against the World – Westlife

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THE TRUTH NIGHT

Today was fucking perfect, I thought mordantly as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It started off with an argument with Jacob about why he hadn't signed the stupid merger with Cullen Enterprises, so I practically had work today. Then went off with the car dealings that he and Rosalie had to sort out in which I earned a Lamborghini. The only thing I was looking forward to do today was spend an uninterrupted time with my girlfriend and I wasn't even able to. Jasper had immediately requested for my presence in his band because Peter, his piano player hadn't arrived yet and I willingly agreed because Alice wouldn't let me live if I didn't. But it didn't end there; I mistakenly bumped into two of my exes tonight. Two for freak's sake! Heaven was definitely not on my side today. So here I am looking at myself in the fucking mirror.

I splashed the cold ice water on my face and tried to drown the looks on Becky and Maggie's faces after they figured out I had dumped them and was here with my new girlfriend. I totally forgot that I would run into some of my exes here and I didn't want Bella to meet any of them before she thought I was just an asshole who didn't really care for her. I wanted to tell her about some of them first, plus mixing the past and present didn't always go right for me whenever it came to women. It was like mixing oil and water. After I figured they were here, I tried to make decent conversations explaining to them why I didn't officially call it quits with our relationship, it still ended in loud voices and angry rants. No matter how nice you are Edward, women will still shout at you.

I was becoming exhausted and all I wanted to do was go home and lay in bed with Bella beside me. My fingers were a bit numb, it had been a while since I had played the piano and tonight's music piece was really vigorous. The dance with Bella had been fucking sexy but had also consumed my last atom of strength. I turned off the tap and cleaned my hands with a paper towel.

"Edward you need to come quick!" Emmett rushed into the men's room. "Bella and Tanya are going at it!"

Just fucking perfect, this was the icing on the fucking cake and it wasn't even New Year yet.

"I'll be right there," I responded, rushing after him as we made our way into the vociferous club.

As I rushed to the dance floor, people were surrounding a circle, intensely looking at something in the middle of it like as if it was the next coming of Jesus Christ. I shoved my way through the mob and took in the sight before my eyes. A very angry Bella was ripping a very helpless Tanya's hair off. This might have been an interesting thing to stare at but the result might have been quite devastating, so I decided to end it immediately.

I wrapped my two hands around Bella's waist and grabbed her away from the clutches of Tanya. She kept pulling herself away from my hold so I tightened my grasp as her nails drilled into my skin. Anger began to flow through my veins as I realized that she might actually get into trouble for this. The cops could have already been called or somehow information might have leaked out to the brothel. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind at all the negative shit that could possibly happen at this point. This was definitely not what I planned for.

"STOP IT!!!" I shouted, as I dragged her out of the club to the back door. She kept on screaming but I couldn't register what exactly she was saying because of the music filling the speakers in the room.

I was trying my best to calm down; I really didn't want her to see this side of me. But the aggressiveness was becoming too much inside and my body started quavering. Did she know how much fucking trouble she could get into?

I placed her on her two feet and turned to face her. "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE BELLA?!!" My voice came out higher than I had expected.

"DON'T YOU FUCKIN' SHOUT AT ME!!!" she matched my tone back while the water works started.

I took a deep breath, I didn't want her to cry but that was a very stupid thing for her to do. "You can't just start picking fights on women in a club; do you know they can have you arrested?" I ran my hands through my hair in a frustrated motion and started pacing back and forth; trying to relieve the tension I was feeling.

"But she started it!" she wailed. "Whose side are you on anyway?"

Why the hell would she think I'm on anyone's side? I didn't even know what happened. "I am not on anyone's side Bella!" I said keeping my eyes closed, my body was still vibrating with fury.

"You know what? I can't fucking fight with you. I fought over you and I can't fight with you, I just can't," she started walking towards the road.

The anger seemed to surpass as a feeling of weakness devoured me. Now she's fucking angry with you dipshit. The thought made me feel even weaker. I wanted to be the last person she'd get upset with but that always seemed to turn out the opposite whenever it included Tanya.

"Where are you going Bella?" I shouted after her, but she didn't stop. "Bella come back you'll freeze! Your jacket's still in my car." I continued but she didn't.

So officially, I am an ass. I'm a motherfucking ass. I just shouted at my girlfriend and now she is mad at me on New Year's Eve, to think I was planning for great sex to enter the year. This is fucking fantastic Douchebag!

I ran to the valet parking and called for the boy who helped me park my car. "GET ME THE GODDAMN CAR JERRY BEFORE I BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OFF!!!!" I bellowed as the little boy started running with my car keys deeper into the parking lot. I had to park the new baby in a safe place in order to avoid damages if not Jacob would possibly rip my head off.

Calm down Edward, you can't go back to Bella in this jackass state, I tried to soothe myself as the boy drove the car to where I was standing and handed me the keys. I was starting to get worried as I sped off from the club. It was late and almost New Year and I couldn't see any sign of Bella on the road. I took the normal route I used earlier to get to the brothel and I still couldn't see her. My heart started galloping as thoughts of all the possible places she could have been flooded my brain. She couldn't have gotten far right? I tried to clear my head to think of any other way she could have taken. I turned to the right side of the road, widening my stupid peripheral vision in order to locate her beautiful figure anywhere. God please keep her safe for me, I can't live with myself if anything happens to her.

I was about to start praying to God to grant me superpowers for five fucking minutes in order to find her fast enough when I finally found her on the corner of the road with some guys who started running away from her. Her body fell helplessly to the ground as I leapt out of the car and hurried to her side. "Bella, Bella honey, can you hear me?" I lifted her shivering form up and carried her to the car. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, as if that was enough for her to forgive me.

I drove quickly to my house and did a quick inspection on her body to ensure she was okay. I took out her clothes and washed her body with a towel and a bowl of warm water, cleaning the wounds and observing the purple contusions that Tanya's claws had spewed on her skin. Her cheeks were also colored in bruises but they were nothing severe. When I was done with the cleaning, I placed my big warm black sweater on her before setting her to completely lie on the bed and sleep. I took a hot shower to calm my nerves before going to bed, my mind still wondered about the stupid guys who were running away from her earlier tonight. Finally I retired to bed with Bella's warmth engulfing me.

Eleven hours of sleep later, my phone beeped with a message from Carlisle:

Edward, I need to see you urgently. Come home as soon as you can. – Dad

There was nothing better than getting a fucking wakeup call from your dad, I groaned and gently placed my feet on the floor without waking Bella. She looked like an angel sleeping, an angel with a bad hair day that is. Her hair was spilled all over my pillows; her chin was resting on her right hand while her whole body folded itself into a ball under the covers. I tiptoed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and took a shower. I went downstairs and made a hot soup for her hangover, dished the soup into a deep bowl and carried it on the tray with a glass of water. It's not like this would make her forgive you anyway, I opened the door and set it down on the stand beside the bed.

Well, she definitely wasn't going to wake up on her own today so I decided to play some music. I was thinking of playing very loud rock music, but then I was sure she'd definitely never forgive me after that, so I placed my soft tunes CD into the player and it started off with if you're not the one by Daniel Beddingfield. I parted the drapes open, allowing sunlight to illuminate the room.

"Bella are you awake?" I asked in a gentle voice as I sat on the bed next to her.

She tossed and turned before meeting my eyes. "Who the fuck are you?" she asked, squinting her eyes, her hands resting on her forehead.

"It's me Edward," a smile turned up at the corner of my lips. She looked so fucking beautiful in the morning.

"Who the fuck is Edward?" she croaked, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Alcohol can't make you lose your entire memory," I smirked as I brought the soup bowl closer to her.

"No it doesn't and that's why I don't wanna talk to you. I can still remember your fucking eruption yesterday." Her face melted into a frown as she pouted her lips and snatched the bowl from me.

"Bella, I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. I was just really upset about your safety, I didn't know if you were going to get into trouble," I looked intently into her brown eyes. "Would you forgive me?" I placed my cute puppy dog face on as she took a few spoons of soup and dropped the bowl down.

"I guess," she shrugged as I passed a glass of water and two pills of Tylenol to her. She slowly gulped the pills down and turned her gaze back to me. "Tanya knows everything," she whispered in a bleak tone. "She spilled everything in the club yesterday. Alice, Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie all know including a fucking bunch of strangers," I slowly sank in the news I was receiving and kept still for a minute or two. "Are you angry?" she bowed her head down. "'Cause I mean it's okay if you don't wanna see me anymore," she continued.

"No, why would I be?" I raised her chin up slightly to face me. "This doesn't change anything. Well apart from the fact that my family now knows, but my feelings haven't changed a bit. I'm not sure how they will take it but I could care less," I moved closer to her. "You are the only thing that matters to me; I really don't care about other people's opinions."

"But you'll be…Like you're fucking wealthy and very successful; won't it be awkward for you being with me? I wish I were a secretary or a lawyer or a doctor or a writer, any profession that had some sort of dignity to be worth having you. But I don't, I'm just a common prostitute. I share my body with other men. You have no hold of me, nothing to claim that I'm yours. I've got nothing Edward."

"Bella, you're not a prostitute to me. You're an amazing person to me. You don't have to have a great job to be with me. Yes, I'm a little peeved that I get to share you with other men. But I'd do it for you; I'd do anything for you. So I really don't fucking care what everyone else thinks, I only care what you think." My forehead rested on hers. "I've fallen for you, Swan and nothing can change this." My hands held her face as I brought my lips to hers.

I kissed her fervently, slowly diving my tongue into her warm mouth. She welcomed it, matching my movements, sucking and savoring my taste. My hands moved from the sheets to her silky legs moving up to her thighs. Her back was rested on the head side of the bed and I moved toward her in a way that I was in between her legs. Her hands tied themselves within my hair as our mouths continued to work each other. I pulled away for a bit to catch my breath, feeling a little dizzy by the sensations she was giving me.

She licked her lips as my breathing became normal. "My father wants to see me,"

"Oh," she chewed her lower lip.

"But I'll be back soon, I promise and we can do something today, anything you'd like," I'd take you anywhere you wanted to go if you wanted, I'd fucking give you anything.

"Can we just stay in? I'm not sure if I want to go out today," she said, her hands playing with the ends of my shirt. But because she's Bella, she prefers the simple stuff and I love her for it.

"Of course, we can watch a chick flick movie, order takeouts, play games and make out like horny teenagers." I chortled.

"Sounds perfect, I'll just take a shower while you go meet your dad," she pulled away from me and hopped off the bed. I suddenly felt the need to nickname my dad cockblocker.

"You do remember how to do that right? Cause I can help you out, if you want me to. My services are entirely free," I smirked.

"Nice try Edward," she stuck her tongue out playfully before entering the bathroom.

I quickly grabbed the keys to the Volvo and rushed to the car. The faster I saw my father, the faster I got home to Bella.

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"What the fuck is this Edward?" Carlisle snarled as he slammed the newspapers with fury on the table forcefully. I glanced down to see the front page of the Peninsula Daily News and Olympic Trader. On the front cover was a picture of Bella on top of Tanya with a headline that read: Edward Cullen creates a battlefield with prostitute and Denali as Warriors on the side of the paper in the entertainment section of the Olympic Trader. They couldn't even think of a better headline, but then I wasn't expecting anything.

"My love," Esme gave him a scornful look.

"Sorry about my language," he took a calming breath and narrowed his eyes toward me. "Can please you explain this?"

"I'm not really sure what to say," I scrunched my eyebrows while rubbing my chin. "Why don't you ask Tanya? I'm sure she can help you with that information since she was part of it."

"Tanya is staying with Emmett and Rosalie at the moment and all she said was that your barbaric girlfriend punched her in the face." Esme informed, taking a seat. I glared at her. "Her words not mine," she shrugged. "She won't even let us see her" she sighed.

"Well she's not barbaric," I snapped back with irritation.

"But she's a prostitute," Carlisle argued.

So fuck what? "It doesn't change anything," I slouched into my chair, folding my arms and watching their livid expressions.

"Honey, are you on drugs?" Esme shot me an empathetic look.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Why the fuck would she think that? Do I look like someone on drugs? I felt a bit insulted.

"You know what?" Carlisle said softly, "It's okay." He said, trying to compose his features.

"Really it is?" I asked, almost believing for a second that maybe God had come upon him and he had somehow developed a caring heart.

"NO IT"S NOT OKAY EDWARD! IT"S FUCKING NOT OKAY!" his eyes looked into mine with ferocity as his voice increased with more volume than before. My father had a bad temper like mine which was entirely bad to have two people angry at the same time so I made sure I was calm.

"Carlisle," Esme censured.

He took a deep breath. "Edward, you sleep with millions of girls and out of those, you couldn't find a decent one to carry a relationship with? Are you mocking your mother and me? Is this your way of telling us we should allow you make your own decisions? Is this some kind of a sick joke?"

Dad," I started, feeling a little bit offended that he would even consider this a travesty. "I'm not mocking you; I don't know why you would think that. It just so happens that it's Bella I want to have a relationship with. It's really nothing personal. I want her, full stop, nothing more, nothing less, only her." They were really starting to get on my nerves. What was so wrong about dating Bella? She was a sweet, caring beautiful smart woman that I'd love to have on my arms any day. It's not like she had a disease. She wasn't Osama bin laden. She was like every normal fucking human being on this earth. So why the hell was everyone getting so agitated?

"Are you out of your damn mind? A prostitute?!" he stared at me with incredulity. "Do you know who you are?"

"Yes, I'm Edward Anthony Cullen." I retorted.

"You cannot date her; you have to find someone else. She will not be allowed into the Cullen household. You have a reputation to take care of and a common prostitute won't soil that for us." He finished bluntly.

"I'm sorry father, but it is my decision to choose whoever I want to date. I'm the one dating them not you. I have a right to do whatever I want to do!" I said through gritted teeth.

"No you don't! You are carrying my surname! I gave life to you! You don't get to do anything without my damn approval." He pounded his fists on the table knocking off the papers to the floor.

"Maybe that was when I was a child but now I am a man. I know what I want and it's Bella." I said under my breath.

"Edward shut up!" Esme interceded.

"Mom, it's not everything you like that you'll hear, that's life for you." I replied boorishly, clenching my fists at my sides. They were seriously working my nerves.

"Edward, you must understand," Esme said in a placid tone. "You're a wealthy man, a respected man, from a respected family. Bella is a prostitute, for all we know; she might be using you for your money. This relationship can't continue. Think about what it will do to you if she cons you out of your money. There are so many reasons why this cannot be accepted,"

"You can't date her." Carlisle said brusquely. "You must end it at once! If you don't want to be with Tanya, that's fine but you can't be with Bella, you must break it off!"

"I'm sorry but I can't do that and it isn't your choice to make,"

"Edward, listen to your father for once!" Esme reached out for me but I dodged it.

"I've listened and I've said my decision. Now I've got to go, a lovely woman is waiting for me and you taught me to never make women wait," I stood up, grabbed my coat off the chair and walked to the door.

"Don't defy me Anthony!" I stopped. That was the first time I heard my father use that name and the use of it was supposed to be of grave importance. I closed my eyes and took a deep steady breath, this would be the second time I disrespect him. The first time was when I chose business over medicine and that took a very long time for us to settle our dispute. Now, it was Bella. My mind began to question itself if what I was doing was worth it. I never fought over my parents about a girl before, no girl has ever been that important for me to go through that kind of trouble for. But this was Bella Swan, she wasn't any other girl and I wasn't sure what charm she had placed on me but I finally realized that there was more with her, I had fallen too deep and I just couldn't walk away.

I smiled and then walked out the door as my father shouted malicious remarks after me.

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"So what are we watching? Made up your mind yet?" I asked as I watched her looking over the stack of DVDs in the shelf as I want you by Kings of Leon flowed through the surround system.

"There are all action movies here, I want something romantic or a comedy," she turned to me, holding a can of coke in her hand.

"Well, I thought you were a tough chic, I didn't know you adored romance," I snickered as she showed me her middle finger.

"Hmm…here's one, my best friend's wedding," she placed the shiny disc into the player. "I do prefer horror movies though, I think they are the best kind of movies," she cuddled next to me and I placed the blanket around us.

We spent an hour and forty five minutes watching the movie with Bella drooling over how hot Dermot Mulroney was, and with me singing say a little prayer for you. I couldn't understand her celebrity crush for Dermot and then she asked me who I thought was a sexy badass in Hollywood and I replied Angelina Jolie and Eva Mendes. She couldn't understand my own crush on them and we finally came into the conclusion that if we were to cheat, it would be with either of them and we'd totally not get mad. The door bell rang and I went to collect our pizza, after giving a tip to the pizza boy, he was on his way and I walked to the living room. I entered the living room and found her holding a bottle of wine sitting by the fire place with a blanket and four pillows on the floor surrounding her. She was dressed in my light blue shirt that had three of its buttons opened displaying my white wife beater. My blue striped tie danced around her neck with a pair of my socks on her feet and I couldn't think of anything else that could be fucking sexier.

"Hey jackass! Are you going to ogle me all day, cause I can decide to do a show for you, or you're gonna bring your hot ass here with the pizza and eat?" she ran a hand through her hair.

I walked to her, dropped the box of pizza on the blanket and settled on the floor. "So tell me about Mike," I said placing a chunk of pepperoni pizza in my mouth as she poured red wine into two glass cups.

She looked at me with a befuddled expression before she started. "Mike Newton was a very funny boy." She cackled. "He was my best friend. He had been my best friend since we were kids, my parents knew his, and so whenever they came to visit, we would go and play." She took a sip of the wine and continued. "He always made me laugh. He was one of those nerds you know. Like all those geeky boys. He was into science and shit. I was kind of an outsider in school. I didn't really get along with my classmates. They said I was a snob and I acted like I was better than everyone else. I got that a lot. People always complained about how I wouldn't smile, it pissed me off."

She seemed genuinely happy talking about Mike than whenever she was talking about herself or her family and I made a quick note of that. I wouldn't deny that I didn't feel a bit envious about Mike though but if he made her happy in her past, well I could manage, after all I was the one with her now.

"Anyway, practically he was my only friend. We were really close to each other. He was my first kiss, my first boyfriend. I was also the first girl he ever saw naked." She smiled taking a bite of her pizza. "Like he was like so innocent, not that I wasn't innocent and everything. But he seemed so naïve and cute and nerdy, while I was kind of wild, if you got to know me though. But if you didn't you would just think I was weird."

Edward, take it easy now. Just drown your jealousy with your wine, gulp plenty as fast as possible.

"So what happened to him?" I took another slice of the pepperoni pizza.

"He and his parents moved away, they said that Mike had to go to college to be a doctor or a pharmacist, not sure. But yeah, they didn't want him to do that in Forks. Plus his father got a job somewhere in Florida." She seemed to be looking at something distant.

"I see…"

"Yup," she bounced back and whatever was on her face so moments ago disappeared with the blink of an eye.

"Did you love him?" I blurted out impetuously. Shit Edward! You need a fucking brain filter to remove whatever the fuck isn't your business from your head, my inner mind screamed at me.

"No, well not that way, he was like my brother," she shuddered. "It just couldn't work out, you know. Besides I've never fallen in love before or even used that word."

"So who was your first?" I poured more wine into the glass.

"First…? Oh, uhm…" she started chewing on her thumbnail, she looked fucking nervous all of a sudden and I felt the urge to retreat from the topic but I wasn't sure when I'd ever get this chance again. This was a truth night and I really wanted to get to know more of her past.

"What's wrong?" I asked after she suddenly became quiet.

"I'm afraid of what you'd think of me," she looked down and dragged the sleeves of my shirt down over her hands.

"Bella, you have to trust me that nothing can make me think of you less," I made her bring her face up to meet my gaze.

"Okay, Aro was my first," she closed her eyes and said quickly. I was bemused at the answer and it almost made me spit out the drink I had in my mouth. I quickly swallowed it down and waited for her to continue. "When I came to the brothel, the first time I arrived there about a year and some months ago. Aro didn't want ignorant girls and he made sure of that. He refused that I work for him since I was a virgin and I really needed to do this. So he offered to take my virginity and teach me everything I needed to know about sex and finally he hired me." She finished and quickly gulped down another glass of wine. "I know it's quite pathetic," she laughed acrimoniously. "You would think that since I was so wild, I would have lost my virginity since." She paused and appeared to be deep in thought. "My uncle did try to rape me once when I was young, well plenty times, but someone always came to my rescue. So he never got the chance, even though there were other things he did with me," Her face turned to disgust.

I was flabbergasted; I was actually a bit distraught and irate. These were one of the things that made her who she was. She had created a shell around herself because of her past, that's why she was taking so much time to open up to me. She didn't want me to know about her past and the many ghosts it held. She was probably embarrassed about it or maybe she tried to lock it up so it wouldn't make her feel depressed and insane.

"So you've heard it Edward, I'm very broken and trust me, I'm worse than what I've told you. That's just the surface and it's okay if you don't want to be with me," tears ran down her cheeks and she quickly wiped them away. "So on to better shit," she smiled but it didn't reach her eyes.

I crawled to her and scooped her into my arms. "I'm not going anywhere Bella unless you want me to leave. You're going to be stuck with me until you kick me out of your life. So you can stop pushing me away. I'm always going to be here even when you no longer have a lower lip because you drill into it every frigging five minutes," she laughed and my chest seemed to feel relieved.

"Warning; you may not have any shirts to yourself anymore," she smiled.

"Whatever is mine is yours," I whispered, kissing her cheeks. "And nothing is sexier than you raiding my entire wardrobe," I kissed her forehead. "Ready to call it a night?" I didn't want to dig into her head anymore tonight, I couldn't stand seeing her sad.

"No! We haven't had our New Year sex yet and this time we are exploring your house." She stood up with a huge grin on her face.

"We are having sex all over the house?" I quickly rose to my feet.

"Yup, well not really but we are exploring." A mischievous smirk lit her face.

"Alice is going to be so grossed out when she comes back," I gathered all the glass cups to a corner.

"She's already angry with me so…yeah. How do you feel about being tied up Mr. Cullen?" she removed my tie from her neck and wrapped it around her hands with a devilish smile plastered on her face.

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So that's what I came up with. Sorry about the long A/N.

Edward needed to break her a little bit in order for some things to come up.

Bella has repressed the scene of the five guys wanting to rape her in her memory.

Now I wanted her to have a dream about Phil being the fact that almost being raped can trigger that, but there is only so much she can go through for one day.

So I reduced the angst in this chapter. I am really hoping you guys liked this.

More fluffy stuff to come in the next chapters and a little drama because Bella + Tanya = drama. Except……someone else is involved….hmm….

Anyways, see you next chapter!