AN: Hello again! This chapter is early this week because the reviewers really inspired me to write, so a huge thank you to every single one. Also, hello to all the new readers. This chapter is beta'd by Jasperbells- thank you!

Warning... this chapter may be a little intense.

Oh, and Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer!

Edward

I'm woken up by the sound of a door slamming. I guess Emmett is back then. How long was I asleep for?

I move into a sitting position and stretch. I take a look at my alarm clock which tells me that it's four p.m.

"Edward? Are you in?" I hear Emmett shout. I wonder what could have happened to him on his date. Deciding that I had better not make him wait, I get up and leave my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I make my way into the living room and see Emmett pacing back and forth. This can't be good.

"Hey, what happened to you?" I ask to get his attention. He immediately stops pacing and turns to face me.

"I messed up. Damn it!" He sounds angry. I guess it's up to me to calm him down. As Emmett continues to pace back and forth across the floor of the living room, I walk over to the adjoining kitchen through the open door to my left.

"Do you want a beer?" I ask loudly as I reach the fridge. I don't hear a response, but I've not known Emmett to turn down a drink before. I take two bottles from the fridge, twist off their caps, and walk back through to the living room. I see that Emmett has stopped pacing and has made his way over to sit on the couch. He has his head in his hands. I walk over to him holding out the beer. "Here," I say. He looks up, gives me a slight smile, and takes the drink.

"Thanks," says Emmett, who then takes several large gulps of it. I take a seat next to him.

"Sure. What happened?" I'm assuming he wants to talk about something after shouting my name out earlier.

"Me, I happened. I'm such an idiot. She's never going to talk to me again. I've tried calling but she won't pick up."

"What did you do?" I ask.

Emmett sighs before replying, "There's a list of things..." He takes another mouthful of beer from the bottle before putting it down on the coffee table in front of us.

"What's first on your list?" I figure we might as well start from the beginning. As much as I want Emmett and Rosalie to work out for my own selfish reasons, I also want my brother to be okay.

"Well, I was late getting there to meet her, and I didn't realise I had to make reservations for the restaurant. She looked so disappointed when I couldn't get us seated."

"Okay, that doesn't seem so bad. Did something else happen?" I put my beer down next to Emmett's. If he isn't drinking, then neither am I.

"I was so nervous around her. I spent the whole time sprouting crap about myself. She wasn't talking much, and I didn't know what else to do. I guess I didn't give her a lot of opportunity to say anything. I should have at least asked her something. Oh, and how lame is this- we ended up having lunch at McDonalds. Everywhere else was busy. It was ridiculous trying to find somewhere to eat."

Note to self, on my first date with Bella, make reservations to avoid a situation like this.

"I haven't told you the worst part yet," Em continues. "Rose- never mind. She probably wouldn't want people to know. I should try calling her again."

"How many times have you tried?" I ask as he takes his cell from his jeans pocket.

"This will be the fourth," he replies as he dials her number. After sitting in silence, the call connects. "Rose! Finally! I'm sorry I laughed. I'm sorry for everything. Can I come over-"

Why would he have to apologise for laughing?

"Bella? Oh, hey. Rose mentioned you yesterday I think. You're sure she's ok? Can I talk to her?"

Bella? Bella's there? This could be my chance.

"Emmett," I say as I try to get his attention. He turns to me and pulls a face. He doesn't want to be interrupted.

"Hang on a minute, Bella," says Emmett into the phone. "This better be good, Edward."

My mind has gone blank. "Uh..." I start. I have such a way with words.

"That's all you wanted to say? Shut up and let me talk."

Emmett continues talking with Bella. Maybe I could steal the phone from his ear to talk to her.

I'm pulled from my thoughts by Em, "Oh, yeah, I know it. I've been there a couple of times. I'll leave now. Don't go anywhere."

He's going somewhere? He hangs up his phone, shoves it into his pocket and heads towards the front door.

"Hey," I say. "Where are you off to?"

"Newton's. Rose is there. I need to see her."

"Why don't you let me drive? You've already had something to drink. I don't mind."

"Uh, sure, whatever. Let's go." I smile at him and move to leave the apartment with Emmett.

I get to see Bella today!

Bella

Where the hell is he? I thought he wanted to talk? Why is he keeping me waiting? He said five minutes... Maybe I shouldn't have drunk my beer so quickly.

I've been stood in front of Newton's for a while now, aimlessly pacing back and forth, trying to think about what I might say to Jake when I see him. I just want to know he's ok. And I want to know why he's acted like a child by ignoring me for so long.

As I turn to my right, I come face to face with Jacob. He's changed. His long hair is gone, replaced with a cropped short cut. It makes him look older. Somehow, he almost appears taller and more muscular than the last time I saw him. I know that's not possible. Maybe he's just become more intimidating to me.

"Jake... you cut your hair off?" I ask, not quite knowing what to say. "And got a tattoo?" I ask as I notice it peeking out of his t-shirt under his right sleeve.

"Bella." His voice sounds harsh.

"You could have picked up the phone when I called."

"I didn't want to listen to your excuses," he states bluntly. He moves closer to me to close the gap between us. His proximity repulses me slightly. This isn't the Jake I knew a short while ago, the Jacob who was my best friend. I move back a couple of steps to put some distance between us. He smirks at me as he closes the gap once again.

"I wanted to apologise for the way the break up happened. I didn't want it to happen here and I didn't want to lose your friendship, Jake."

"And what do you want now, Bella?" he asks. Not you, I want to say, but I don't know how this new Jake will react.

"Could you back up a little bit?" I ask as I push up against his solid chest.

"Why would I want to do that? I've got you right where I want you," he says, leaning closer. What does he mean? I move my gaze from his face to look around our surroundings. We're no longer stood in front of Newton's. While trying to put some distance between us, Jake seems to have backed me into the alley way next to the bar.

"You're scaring me, Jake. What happened to you?" I ask, hoping he gets the hint. I don't like where this conversation is headed.

"You did, Bella. I hope you're happy now because I'm not. We were so good together. But you had to ruin it, didn't you? Why couldn't you see we are meant to be together? I was going to propose to you, did you know that?" I did know that. Jake would talk about marriage every now and then. I always tried to stall him by saying we were too young.

"Jake, stop, please." He seems to be getting angrier by the second.

"Who was it, Bella? Who were you sleeping with? I go home for a week to look after my sick father and come back to get dumped. How could you do that to me?" His expression looks desperate now.

"Why won't you believe me when I say that I never cheated on you? I could never do that to you, or to anyone for that matter!" I can feel myself becoming angry too, which is never good because I tend to cry when that happens. I don't want to appear vulnerable in front of him. That said, I can see my eyes are starting to water. I take a deep breath to calm down a little.

"I guess it's a matter of trust, Bella. All those times we talked about our future. You made me believe you wanted it too." Unfortunately, Jacob is so much stronger than I am. He presses me up against the nearest wall. Both of his arms are on either side of my head, effectively trapping me here.

"I've never lied to you, Jake. I thought we could put this all behind us. I thought we both said things we didn't mean. I can see now that that isn't true. What do you want from me? I can't make myself fall in love with you. If I could, it would have happened by now." I want to calm Jacob down but my own emotions are getting in the way. How dare he accuse me of being with someone else. And all because I couldn't love him back?

"I've had time to think about us since you broke up with me." I'm guessing that he's choosing to ignore what I've just said to him. "What I can't understand is how you could fuck someone else but not even stomach the thought of giving me a blow job. You were always so frigid. I waited all that time for you to be ready to take the next step. I feel like you owe me something. Maybe I should just take from you what's technically mine."

What the hell is he talking about? What could I possibly owe him? Suddenly, I understand what he means.

Edward

I park the car. Emmett doesn't even wait for me to turn the engine off before he's opened the door and taking off towards the bar. I get out of the car, lock it, and follow behind him, jogging to catch up.

We round the corner. Emmett's walking at a fast pace, obviously desperate to see Rose and sort things out between them. I can't say I blame him. On the car ride over, he explained to me what happened to make Rosalie run away. I can understand why she chose to come to a bar.

"Thanks for coming with me," says Emmett as we reach the front of the premises.

"Don't mention it."

Emmett opens the door and walks into the bar. I can't seem to make my legs move. I know Bella's in there. I guess I'm feeling nervous. What if she doesn't even recognise me?

"Dude, are you coming?" asks Emmett as he turns around to face me.

"I'll be right there," I say. He gives me a weird look and shrugs as if to say "alright".

I take a couple of deep breaths to prepare myself. I must look like an idiot. Thankfully, there doesn't seem to be anyone around.

I move towards the door to Newton's. As I put my hand on the door to push it open, I hear what sounds like a trash can falling to the ground. Odd. I turn my head left and then to the right to investigate the noise. There's nothing here that could have made it.

Then I hear it. A scream... Someone shouting no. What do I do?

My legs seem to want to move in the direction of the noise. It seems the right thing to do. The shout came from the alley way, I assume, so I jog quickly in that direction.

I wish I could have been prepared for what I saw as I turn to walk down the alley way. My Bella. My precious Bella, held up against a wall as some guy tries to unbutton her jeans. I can already see a rip in her t-shirt. When she tries to get out of his hold, he practically slams her into the wall. All the while, tears are streaming down Bella's face.

I see red.

The only emotions I feel right now are anger and pure hatred for the bastard standing before me. I run towards the scene before me. As I reach them, it's obvious that the guy hasn't noticed me. Before he can even attempt to open the fly on Bella's jeans, I move so that my left arm wraps around his neck. I'm choking him and it feels good. I pull him away from Bella and throw him to the floor. Before he can even attempt to stand, I kick him in the stomach.

"Go!" I shout at Bella as I turn to face her quickly. But instead of leaving, her legs give way and she collapses on to the floor. Shit, I don't want her to see any of this.

I look down at the fucker who assaulted my angel and realise that I recognise him. It's the jerk from the night I first saw Bella. The same douche bag that left Bella to walk home alone after upsetting her. This knowledge only fuels my anger.

I kick him again, but this time I aim it to make sure he won't be able to use his dick for a while. This seems to wind him, but it's not enough for me. I bring back my arm and shape my hand into a fist. However, before I can hit the guy at my feet who is currently coughing and wheezing, I feel a pair of hands on my arm making me stop. I turn and see her.

"Please stop." So, I do. I would do anything for her. I lower my arm to my side, immediately regretting my decision as her hands slide off it.

"I'm going to call the police," I say as I take my phone from my pocket.

"No, don't." Don't? She can't be serious.

"Edward?" I hear my name being called by my brother who I then see walking past the entrance to the alley way.

"Down here, Emmett," I call out.

He turns to look down to where I'm currently stood.

"There you are," he says as he walks towards us, "I thought you'd left again. What are you-" He stops mid sentence as he sees the guy at my feet. He turns from the guy to look at Bella by my side. Emmett can see that she's been crying. "What the hell happened here?"

AN: Eek! What did you think? I hope it wasn't too predictable! I would love to hear from you. I hope you all got my review replies for the last chapter. I replied to every single one.

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