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BPOV (yes Bella not Edward)

"I'm leaving you," I said the words out loud. Rehearsing them over and over, each time I spoke them in a different tone. "I'm leaving you."

I looked through the front windshield of my car as I sat pathetically in the driver's seat. I have spent the last half hour staring at the house that technically was my home. Nothing about the house calls to me. The longer I sit here, the more I wonder if it ever did.

Maybe I was feeling this way even more now, knowing who was inside. Oh God."I'm leaving you." I practiced those three words again.

I exhaled loudly trying to rid my nerves as the wind howled viciously around me, whipping loud and forcefully against my poor car, causing it to gently rock back and forth.

The sky was beginning to turn dark; the approaching clouds had a dark black tinge to them. Great a fucking storm.I hated storms out here in the boonies, everything was amplified. The lightning. The thunder. Did I ever inform you that I'm shit scared of thunder?

I got chills just thinking of the loud bangs that were inevitably coming towards me. The electricity in the sky was dancing across the clouds in the far distance. By the time I stepped out of my car, the sky above me looked like a strobe light, the bolts of lightning crackling and sizzling.

There was no rain… yet, but I didn't want to stay and find out how bad it would get. My heels dug deep in the gravel, dirt filled driveway. My ankle twisted. "FUCK," I yelled for myself to only hear. I began walking quicker, while trying not to put too much pressure on my right foot.

I should have paved it, I cursed myself knowing that I have ruined way to many designer stilettos on this unfinished driveway then I would like to count. Again.I hopped on one foot shooting 'f' bombs left, right and center.

"FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT," I yelled at the ground. The wind whipped me across the face, just as if I got back handed. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I looked up to the sky.

I'm going insane. This place is fucking hell on earth.I hobbled to the front steps. Piece of shit house. God damn hick house.I grabbed onto the railing and pulled my way up, I froze when I reached my front door.

I glared at the sign that now hung off the door handle. Home sweet home. Well that's fucking new.I rolled my eyes at the new decoration Eric placed on his home.

I blew out all the air in my lungs. I knew what I needed to do, and that I couldn't wait, because if I did, I would find some excuse to not go through with it.

A strong gust swept across my front porch blowing my trench coat up to dance in the wind. I felt the cold wet rain slap against my calves, and I nearly jumped out of my skin as the thunder angrily cracked above me.

I slid my key in the lock, turning it clockwise until I heard the deadbolt click. I pushed the door open, welcoming the warm heat that hugged me in a warm embrace before I closed the door.

"Hey, baby!" I cringed at the sound of his voice. I turned to face him and instantly regretted it, almost dry heaving at the sight before me.

Fucking ten year old boy.I crashed my eyes closed, not wanting to see Eric in a towel any longer. Fuck my eyes are burning.I tried to rid the image that seemed to be burned into my retinas.

"So, what do you want for dinner?" he asked me as I chanced turning around.

"Oh my fucking god, cover yourself up!" I covered my eyes with my hands. Vomit. I'm going to vomit.

"What's the problem Bella? It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

And I was planning on never seeing you naked ever again, but no.I tried erasing the image of him standing behind me, drying his hair with a towel. NAKED. I gagged again and I peeked through my fingers to see if he had covered himself and instantly regretted it.

The first thing my eyes saw was his small, nearly non-existent, I'm a shriveled inny, like a turtle head hiding in fear, pathetic excuse of a penis saluting me from across the room.

"Are you covered yet?" I asked irritated turning to face the door, trying to forget his cocky smile.

You wouldn't be gloating if you saw what my Spartan is packing.I chuckled silently. Seeing Eric peen after a long year had me remembering the joke we had at work, a joke that was made way before I first felt and saw my Spartan.

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FLASHBACK

I was standing at the front of the spa, doing cash out with Betthany, one of my estheticians. It was the end of the night and we were closing up shop when Kaylee, my airbrush tanner, walked up front to join us.

"Hey, Bella," she greeted as she pulled off her gloves.

"Hey," I greeted back. "You done?"

"Yah, he's just drying." She chuckled stepping closer to me, I could tell a story was bubbling to burst forth, Betthany must have noticed too because she stopped sweeping to listen in. I set down my counting and looked at Kaylee, wondering what she wanted to tell us. "I just tanned him, only in a sock."

"WHAT?" I practically screamed looking at Betthany in shock.

"He was only wearing a sock and let me tell you, he kept it on without a problem." Kaylee wiggled her brows suggestively.

"He's wearing a sock?" I asked again, figuring I needed to clarify what I was picturing in my head.

"Yah, a sock."

"Like what kind of sock?" I asked, baffled at the thought.

"Like a sports sock!" she nodded at me as my jaw fell open. Betthany filled the quiet reception area with her loud chuckles.

I had never seen a penis that could fill a sock. She had to be kidding. That's not possible. "Balls or no balls?" I asked trying to make A + B to equal C, I still couldn't wrap my mind around it.

She pondered my question for a second before she answered it. "Balls yes, but fuck it's down to his thigh."

"No fucking way." I slapped her arm laughing, thankful that there was no one else in the spa but us.

"I should go pretend I'm sweeping and walk in by accident," Betthany joked holding the broom up. "Oops… I didn't know you were in here, meanwhile I can check out his sock penis." She had us laughing even harder, so hard that I felt the tears rising.

"Like a sports sock?" I asked Kaylee again.

"Yes, Bella!" She chuckled loudly. "And no you can't walk in there Betthany."

"Damn," she muttered disappointed. "Can you smuggle your phone in and take a picture without him noticing?"

"Betthany!" Both Kaylee and I looked at her shocked, she was usually so reserved, now she wanted to see this guys peen.

I couldn't help but laugh at what Betthany suggested. Kaylee airbrushes people by hand instead of them going in the booths, so it's just her and the person she is tanning. I get tanned from her all the time, my pale skin burns in the sun, so with one application I look like I'd just come back from Mexico.

"Seriously, you guys, I was bent down tanning his feet," Kaylee bent her knees and began to show us the position she was in. "And I asked him to turn to his side. I fucking had to move my head; I almost got smacked in the face."

"Shut the fuck up." My eyes about popped out of their sockets as I pulled her back up to stand.

A young man walked up front and I immediately looked down at my cash out report, Betthany resumed sweeping.

"You're all good?" Kaylee asked him as she grabbed the credit card from his outstretched hand.

I kept my head down, not wanting him to see the blush that was glowing up my neck and across my face. Oh my god. A sports sock? Fuck,I don't think Eric could fill one even with balls.I glanced up and looked him over as he signed his receipt.

A fucking sports sock,hey? You wouldn't think it.

Betthany and I watched him walk out of the spa, Kaylee right behind him. She waited for him to step in the foyer of the building before she closed the front door and locked the three of us in.

"Bella, your face is priceless," Kaylee said to me.

"I just… I…" I shook my head. "How can someone be THAT big?" I finally managed to ask.

Betthany fell back into one of the recliners, her legs in the air kicking as she howled with laughter.

"He's gay, Bella, it's probably from all the yanking of the sausage."

All three of us began to laugh uncontrollably.

"He's got a BIG SAUSAGE," Kaylee yelled in hysterics.

"LIKE A SPORTS SOCK!" I said loud with enthusiasm.

"Oh my god, he's still standing outside." Betthany's comment caused us to shut up in two seconds flat. I ducked behind the desk, embarrassed that he may have heard what I said. Kaylee looking at me, mortified as well.

"Do you think he heard?" I asked her quietly.

"I'm not sure." She peeked around the desk before she looked back at me. "He should be happy were talking about how big he is." She chuckled. We hid until Betthany told us the coast was clear.

Even after he'd left I was paranoid he'd heard us, what we just did was beyond unprofessional.

"Hey, I'm going to stand outside, say something so I can see if I can hear you." Kaylee suggested as she exited the spa.

She stood in front of the glassed wall, around the same spot he'd been standing. How we hadn't seen him there, I would never know.

She waited for me to say something. "He has a BIG SAUSAUGE." I repeated what she had originally said. She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

Well that answered my question. For shits and giggles I yelled out as loud as I could. "LIKE A SPORTS SOCK!"

Whatever, he'd heard me so I might as well enjoy it.

"He fucking heard for sure," Kaylee said walking in laughing.

Just the thought of someone being that big still baffled me. "I seriously think Eric would be a Barbie's sock." I said to them both.

Kaylee curled over in hysterics. "Seriously, Kaylee, a Barbie sock with balls."

End flashback.

I opened my eyes, glancing over my shoulder to see Eric still drying himself off, his Barbie sock penis hanging down proud. I burst out laughing, unable to control myself.

"What's so funny?" he asked me.

I turned my head, keeping my eyes covered by my hands, as my mind envisioned Edward, my hot Spartan in front of me instead, my hands reaching down and grabbing his dick. The fullness. The thickness. My hands barely able to hold on.

Edward was a sports sock.

I sighed at my perfect memory, Spartan in all his hotness. The good ol 'days, when our time together was far less complicated. Bella dresses up as Kitten. Spartan delivers Kitten's cream.

"Bella?"

I jumped at the feel of Eric pressing his front into my backside. He caught me off guard, as I hadn't heard him walk over. I turned around not wanting to feel him,but as soon as I did, my eyes came down and caught a glimpse of his pathetically half assed hard on.

Oh god. Why? Why did I look again? Where's the Visine?

"What were you just thinking about?" he asked me, in what he probably thought was his sexy voice. "You moaned out loud. I miss hearing that Bella."

"I never did that for you!" I pushed my body away from him.

"Bella, I…"

"Eric, I want a divorce," I yelled before he could get another word in.

We stood silent, Eric staring at me, me being unable to think straight as he was still standing naked in front of me. "Seriously, put some fucking clothes on." I grabbed the blanket off the couch and threw it in his direction.

He didn't move, the blanket fell to his feet. "Seriously, Eric cover yourself up."

He looked down at his body then back at me. "Why should I? You're my WIFE."

I was losing my patience with him. Come on, if he was huge, hanging, swinging left to right with the wind like a pendulum in a grandfather clock, yes, but seriously, the longer he stood bare, the coolness in the room was making him a non-existent sock.

"What? You don't like what you see?" he asked wiggling his hips.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I brought in a sharp breath of air and snorted. "Oh my god," I spoke between gasps of air. "Never do that again." I suggested to him.

I never talked to Eric like this. EVER. I didn't care if I hurt his feelings, my marriage was done. He was learning the truth, so why lie.

"Seriously, Eric what is that?" I pointed at him, snorting again. "A thimble?"

I laughed alone; clearly he didn't get my joke. I was on a roll. Why stop? "You know there're men out there who can fill a sports sock!"

"What the hell is wrong with you, Bella? Have you been drinking?"

"You, Eric, are a Barbie sock." I pointed at him again. "And no, I'm not fucking drunk. I'm just sick as hell of this marriage. I'm fucking done with Barbie's, Eric. If I wanted to still play with small things I would pull out my box of toys upstairs and dress them up."

He stood there silent.

"I'm going to need brain bleach from seeing you like this. I managed to stay away from you this last year, but you had to fucking stand here like that. And you're proud of it… seriously, don't be." I knew I was being a bitch, but fuck, cover up.

"I… I- just don't understand?" He lowered the towel to wrap around his waist.

Thank you, lord.

I screamed as a loud clap of thunder shook the house. I placed my hand over my heart feeling the banging beats against my chest. The rain was pelting against the house. I took a moment to regain my composure.

I had to be serious or he'd think I was joking.

"I can't do this anymore," I finally said, breaking our silence, my voice less mocking. "We're not happy, Eric."

"I'm happy, Bella."

"Fine, you are, but I'M not!" I looked at him like he had some kind of disease.

Small dinky disease.

I shook my head laughing at my own joke. Fuck I'm funny sometimes. I should write this shit down. Tell the girls at work.

"Eric, I feel like I'm dying here. I'm suffocating and you're holding the pillow over my face." I sat down on the couch as he remained standing. "I hate all of this," I said waving my hand around the room.

"I hate this house. I hate the flooring. I hate kitchen. I hate looking outside the windows and seeing nothing but grass." I took a deep breath of air before I continued. "I feel alone here, Eric. I miss my parents. I miss feeling loved and wanted."

I stood up and walked back and forth, feeling the pain of my parent's loss. "I need to feel desired."

"I do love you, Bella," he said softly.

"It's not enough," I whispered back.

My heart began to ache as I saw the pain surface in his eyes, but even with the pain I was feeling, a larger part of me felt alive again.

"I need to be with someone that looks me in the eyes and I melt. I need someone that radiates with the chemistry and heat that love creates." I was speaking truthfully. I was speaking about Edward.

"I need spontaneity. I want to feel like a woman should." My voice was laced with so much passion.

'I thought I did," he said sadly, shrugging his shoulders.

"No," I answered. "You did at one point, but not any longer." I looked at him and saw his heart breaking right in front of me. I walked up to him and looked him in the eyes. "I know you love me and you would do anything to keep me happy, but as long as I stay here, in this house, married to you, I'm not and never will be."

I felt my own tears surfacing. "You can stay here, Eric. I'll get a place in the city."

"Oh, well thank you, Bella. How kind of you," he spoke sarcastically.

"No, I..."

"No Bella," he cut me off, "I don't want this. I love it here because it was OURS," he yelled causing me to jump back.

"Well it's yours now!" I shot back.

"I don't fucking want it!" He walked away from me and headed into the kitchen. I stayed put as I listened to cabinets and drawers being slammed.

I became frightened at the thought of him grabbing some kind of weapon. He was slamming things like a mad man in there. Had I upset him enough to do that? I jumped at each bang; they were louder than the storm raging outside.

He came back into the living room, his face looked like a crazy man and his hand was behind his back. The fear of what he could potentially be holding scared me. I backed up until I was standing in front of our fireplace. The metal handle of the fire poker was right at the tip of my fingers.

After Laurent, you never fucking know.

I gasped in fear as he brought his hand forward. "Here," he said holding a pink box.

I knew that I didn't want it, because no matter what it was, it wouldn't change my mind. "I don't want it," I refused his gift as he continued to step closer.

"I'm your husband," he practically ripped my head off with the menacing voice he was using. "A wife is supposed to accept gifts from their HUSBANDS." His eyes glowed evilly in the poor lit room. He was beginning to really frighten me.

"Eric back away." I lifted the fireplace poker up in front of my body, to shield me from Eric. The tip barely an inch away from his chest.

He looked at me with shock and backed away immediately, apologizing the whole way.

What the fuck. Is he bi-polar?He was sad, then angry then borderline abusive, and now... Oh god."Get up Eric." I demanded watching him kneel on the ground before me. "Seriously get the fuck up from the floor."

"Please Bella, don't leave me." He pressed the palms of his hands together like he was praying.

I dropped the poker from my hand. "GET UP!" I yelled as he scooted closer to me.

He grabbed onto me, his fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me to him, he crashed his face against my body. "Please don't," he pleaded.

"Fuck, Eric." I pushed him off me. "Seriously, would you listen to yourself." I walked across the room. I needed my space. "Are you five? You're begging like a fucking toddler for God's sake."

I stood there feeling empowered by my own words, maybe it helped that he was still kneeling to me like I was his God.

"You can't pretend that you didn't see this coming?" I reasoned to help make my point.

I ran my hand through my hair, attempting to rid my stress. I closed my eyes and in a flash I saw Edward in front of me. "I need passion."

"I can try harder."

"You shouldn't have to try." I opened my eyes to speak to him. "I want to come home from a long day at work and be caught off guard by my husband. I want him to grab me the minute I get in the door and fuck me like a husband should." Eric's mouth fell open. I knew that was a low blow and so did he.

What he said next shocked me, I wasn't expecting it.

"This is all because of that swingers party isn't it?" He stood up. "Its got you all crazy."

"Fuck You," I swore loudly. "I'm only crazy for staying with you this long." I walked passed him, straight towards our bedroom. He followed behind me.

"You're fucking crazy, Bella," he yelled at me as I grabbed his bag and started shoving his clothes in it. "I'm not leaving. This is MY home."

"Well, Eric." I shoved the bag in his arms. "You have no fucking choice."

He stood there staring at me. "What happened to the Bella I married?"

I huffed out loud. "I finally grew the fuck up and I'm taking my life back. NOW LEAVE." I stood with my arm raised, my pointer finger pointing towards the only exit.

Don't cry Bella. Don't fucking do it.

I stood still, like a statue as I watched him start backing up. A small part of me wanted to stop him, he was like my security blanket. I didn't stop him though, he left without uttering another word.

I broke down in uncontrollable sobs as soon as I heard the front door slam shut, falling to my knees feeling weakened.

Fear suddenly hit me. Lock the doors. I got up and ran to the front of the house. The storm seemed even louder than before, the wind was howling eerily. I locked every door and every window.

I have never seen that angry side of Eric before, it was dark and full of so much hate.

As I locked the last window in the house I caught a glimpse of the quilt my mother made me when I was younger. I walked to the chaise chair and plunked myself down, wrapping the blanket around me, feeling my mother's arms surround me in her warm embrace.

She'd always had the ability to soothe me instantly. I rested my head against the pillow, my tears slipping down my face as the storm seemed to come to a stop. The silence from outside aided me to feel tired, pushing me down into a much needed slumber.

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I was flying on the treadmill; my legs were running quickly and in a precise rhythm. After thirty minutes I slowed my speed until I was walking a steady pace.

I pressed the big red stop button, slowing the belt down to a complete stop before I lifted my water bottle to my lips and took a big gulp of water.

I turned my head to the side and watched my bronze haired God from the corner of my eye. He was standing alone by the weight area. The guy he usually came with wasn't with him.

I looked away and at an inhumanly speed he was standing right beside me. His hands came down to grab my waist, the second our skin touched my body felt as if it was set on fire.

I rested my hands on the firm muscles of his chest. My eyes became fixated on his nipples that were visible under the thin white t-shirt.

I heard him chuckle, the sound was orgasmic. My south pole was now unfrozen, the glaciers had melted, and global warming was nothing compared to him.

He smirked at me, causing me to moan. He chuckled louder and I moaned again, this time like a cow mooing as it gets milked.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, I do," I said confidently,while trailing my fingers down his stomach. He was ripped like a laundry board and I wanted to grind myself up and down, up and down.

"Are you always this hands on with strangers?" he asked as my fingers continued to molest each ab muscle.

My eyes left his stomach, my hands still learning each muscle, I looked into his green eyes, losing all train of thought. "What did you say?"

"What's your name?" he asked and I responded. He then told me his, and it was like eating chocolate when you're depressed. He smirked and I lost it. I pushed against his body, causing him to walk backwards. I pushed again and he walked willingly. We stopped once we entered the empty aerobic room.

I jumped up and he grabbed me in his arms as my legs wrapped around his waist. Our mouths fused together, our tongues fucking, and our moans would make Beethoven jealous.

Seriously,this man has been a ride that I waited forever in line for. Just like the time I went to Disneyland. Today I had a fast pass today and I was using it.

Fuck waiting, I was going to ride. Fuck going to Mount Rushmore. I'm going to scale Mount Edward.

Before I knew it, he dropped me down from his arms and turned me around, pressing me up against the stack of yoga mats that were piled up to my waist. I bent over placing my elbows down on the mattress.

He pulled my shorts down and I parted my legs a bit feeling the cool air hit my bare, wet pussy. I watched him in the mirror in front of me as he stood behind me in all his fuck hotness.

With one thrust he thrust his dick into me. I groaned like a mother fucking pig squealing in shit. My insides hugged every inch of him and when I say inch, I mean inches.

He thrust again and my body moved with him. Forward and back. I was a swing and he was pushing me, my body going where he wanted me to. Each push sent me soaring higher and higher.

I fucking love swings.

I curled my fingers around the edges of the mats, feeling my body begin to constrict from the earth shattering orgasm I was about to experience.

He pushed my swing with so much force that I flew in the air. "Cum for me,Bella,"His words literally had me lubricating his dick to pump smoothly.

"Ughh," I moaned feeling him shove right up in there, hitting my damn cow bell, ringing it to life.

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I bolted straight up in my chair; my haggard breaths filled the empty living room I had fallen asleep in. I crashed my eyes shut; wanting desperately to relive the dream I had just woken up from.

Fuck that was hot. Why can'tmybrain record that shit, PVR it, so I can watch it over and over. Pause it. Rewind it. Maybe play it in slow motion.

I plunked my head back down on the pillow, infuriated with myself. Why am I fascinating over him. He wants Angela, not me.

I grabbed the extra pillow and hugged it, well more like choked it if it could breathe. Closing my eyes I could see him in front of me. Would he have wanted me if I hadn't push him away?I began to regret my decision. Why did I do that? Couldn't I have left Eric, but still had my Spartan.

I knew the answer already. No, I couldn't. I need to break from this marriage clean, so should he.I felt tears filling my eyes as I thought of him sending Angela flowers, remembering how I'd felt when I walked into the hotel room and saw all the petals laying across the bed spread.

Oh God,I'druined us.He wanted us to be together. I felt incredibly alone. I had no Spartan, no Edward and no Eric. Now that the storm had passed, the house seemed too quiet. It was still dark outside, so I clicked the side button on my phone allowing the screen to illuminate.

4 AM. Fuck I'm never going to fall back to sleep.

I huffed out loud throwing my mother's quilt off of me as I stood from the chair. I carefully maneuvered in the dark, walking towards my bedroom. I flicked the light on and silently thanked the powers above that there wasn't a ghost or crazy person in there waiting for me.

What? I have an imagination. I hate scary movies. So me plus dark empty house equal a paranoid and scared shitless Bella.

I locked the bedroom door behind me, ensuring no one would get in, undressing as I walked in to the bathroom. I start the shower and waited until it was the perfect temperature. I stepped in, feeling the water beat down on me, warmth cascading down to the tips of my toes.

Lathering my body up naturally had me thinking of Edward's hands on me. Stop it,I scolded myself. I was only making the situation harder on myself. So I thought of work. I knew I couldn't stay away from there even though my doctor given me two weeks off from the whole Laurent situation.

I felt fine, physically that is, although emotionally I was a fucking mess.

I showered until the water felt chilled on my skin. I then changed into casual clothes.

4:30 am. Fucking hell! Now what am I going to do?I groaned out loud knowing I couldn't stay in this house another second by myself. I'm hearing things. It's all my imagination. I convinced myself after jumping at the sound of a branch scratching at the window from the wind.

I grabbed my purse in a mad dash, making sure to lock up the house behind me. I ran to my car, the darkness outside didn't help my paranoia. I locked the car as soon as I had safely closed myself in.

I started my car and within minutes was driving down the freeway, heading towards downtown Seattle, I felt myself relax as the skyline came into view. I enjoyed the drive in; it was early enough in the morning that there weren't any traffic jams to irritate the hell out of me.

I turned into the entrance of the parkade, scanned my building access card and drove down underneath. I pulled into my parking spot, glancing all around me to make sure it was safe to get out.

What? I'm a fucking paranoid bitch,Okay? Do you blame me after Laurent? I'm even worse now.

I stepped out of my car, locked the door and quickly sauntered into the building. I felt myself ease, knowing that security cameras were watching my every move now.

Oh fuck! Visions of Edward and I in the elevator flashed through my mind. I should see if I can bribe them to give me the tape? I smiled while I imagined watching us on my television back home that shit deserved to be on my big screen.

I chuckled to myself. I'm sure if there were people around they would think I was going insane, especially since I did the same thing yesterday. I entered the same elevator, Edward and my elevator and remembered the memories as I rode up. I stepped off on the gym floor.

I had too much energy to just sit at home; I wasn't working, so I might as well workout. To my dismay, my workout today was extremely uneventful compared to my dream, after twenty minutes I was ready to go home, feeling depressed and lonely.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

The traffic on my drive back home was a bit busier, but still nothing compared to traffic hour. I was home faster than expected. I drove down my street, watching the sun rise in the far distance.

It was truly a beautiful sight.

The gravel spit up into the tires wells as I continued to drive down the road, slamming my brakes as soon as I saw my house come into view.

I felt my entire body shake with fear. I stared out the window as my fingers locked the door of my car repeatedly. Oh my God. Tears were now flowing rapidly down my face as I looked away from my house and frantically searched for my phone.

Goddamnit. I practically stuck my head into my huge ass purse, and finally found my phone at the bottom, I quickly dialed.

I scanned my surrounding as I waited for someone to pick up.

"911, what's your emergency?" the female operator greeted me.

"My house was broken in to!" I practically yelled at her. I was scared shitless.

"Ma'am calm down," she said before she began asking me where I lived. I answered her immediately, not wanting to be alone longer than necessary. "Ma'am, have you gone in?"

"No, I just got home, so I locked myself in the car," I explained.

"So, how do you know the house has been broken into?"

"All the windows are busted and the front door looks like it was kicked in." I began to cry hysterically now. "I'm scared."

"Ma'am, I have help headed your way. I'm going to stay on the phone with you until they arrive."

Her words temporarily helped me. "Ma'am, I never got your name?"

"Isabella Swan," I answered in a weak voice.

"Is it just you that lives there Isabella?"

"No, my…" I stopped speaking as the reality hit me like a train coming at me full speed.

"Isabella?" she asked concerned.

"I kicked my husband out last night," I began to explain. "I told him I wanted a divorce."

Could Eric have done this?

I could hear sirens approaching as I explained to the women what happened between Eric and I, and how I'd left to go to the gym and wasn't gone for more than two hours, at the most.

"They're here," I said to her and I was thankful to have such a caring person help me.

We hung up and I stepped out of my car as the two police cruisers parked beside me.

"Are you Isabella?" One officer asked me, pulling his notepad out.

"Yes I am." I walked towards them, feeling my knees shake from fear.

We all looked towards my country home, every window that was visible was smashed to pieces. "Have you been inside?"

"No, I was too scared."

"The dispatcher informed us about you and your husband. We have another car trying to locate him."

I felt satisfied knowing they were looking for Eric, I hadn't even thought of where he went last night or where he'd stayed.

"Ms. Swan, are you coming in?"

I looked towards the single officer. The three others were on the front porch already. "Oh, I'm sorry," I apologized. I walked up the drive with him, keeping a few inches between us. The officer would be my shield if need be.

My runners crackled as we walked through the shattered glass pieces. I wasn't allowed in until they searched the entire house to ensure it was empty. As soon as the coast was clear I entered my house, taking in all the damage.

Everything was smashed, books were thrown on the ground. Feathers were still flying everywhere from ripped pillows. I ran over to the chaise that sat in the corner. "Noooooooo," I yelled out loud, feeling my heart break as my mother's quilt was cut to shreds.

"MOM," I cried out grabbing at all the separate pieces. I tried seeing through my tears, but the more I blinked the more tears I seemed to produce.

"Ms. Swan?" I felt one of the officers tapping my shoulder. "We need to get you out of here." I looked up at him. My whole world was crashing around me. I felt weak.

He helped me up off the ground. I stood up straight even though my legs felt like Jell-o.

I walked through my living room accessing the rest of the damage. "I want to see the rest of the house." I looked at the older officer walking with me, he nodded and followed me the rest of the way.

"Oh my God." I stopped at the doorway of my bedroom, just like the living room, feathers were floating around from the wind coming through the windows, but what caught my eyes were all the pictures on the ground.

"We're finding your husband, Ma'am"

I bent to the ground as I scanned all the pictures of me and Eric that were ripped in half. I glanced towards my bookshelf; all of my photo albums had been pulled out and ripped open. I crawled towards my books, my knees pressing into the carpeted floor, shards of glass ripping into my knees as I crept along, but I was afraid that my one book was damaged so I ignored the pain and kept moving.

I opened the drawer at the bottom of the bookshelf and yelled to the heavens that the black and white floral book was still hidden and intact. I pulled it out and crushed it against my chest, silently praying to my parents.

I knelt on the floor, opening the front page, a tear dropped down and fell on the page. There smiling faces staring back at me were Renée and Charlie, my parents, their wedding album my only thing I had left of them.

"Ma'am, we need to get you out of here." I ignored him at his first few attempts. He eventually pulled me onto my feet. I was a walking zombie. I felt dead to the world.

"Do you have someone that can pick you up and take you somewhere safe?" I looked at him and stared.

"I have no one." I said simply.

"You don't have a friend or anyone?" he asked , his hands still holding me up.

I clutched my parent's album closer, wishing they were still alive, so I could go stay with them. I always felt the safest there.

Thoughts of going back to Forks seemed good right now, but I knew I couldn't drive all that way, alone and in this condition. There was only one person that came to my mind. I needed him more now than ever.

"I have one person," I said to the officer as I grabbed my phone and began dialing.

Please pick up.

"Hello?" Her voice instantly had me bawling again, all my fears, all my guilt hit me full force.

"Bella, is that you?" Angela asked me in a groggy voice. "Bella, are you okay?"

I didn't care if Edward knew about me and Eric now. I needed to be near him. I needed to feel safe.

"My house… got… broken…" I spoke between tears.

"Bella, calm down, babe," she said while I kept crying.

"All the windows are smashed. Everything is ruined." I spoke to her as the officer walked me out of the house I'd once called home.

Thoughts of me being home when it happened hit me caused my heart to bang furiously against my chest.

"Bella, I'm coming to get you."

"Thank you," I said in a hushed tone.

"Do you want me to come with Edward?"

Did I? Yes I did.

"Is he with you now?" I asked wondering if he had heard my voice already.

"No, he fell asleep on the couch," she explained, a part of me felt happy that they weren't sleeping together.

"No, don't wake him then," I said to her, not knowing what I actually wanted. I didn't want him to see me like this or my house. I knew how he would react to Eric, I'd seen his fury the night he brought me my gloves.

He would retaliate and I couldn't have Edward harmed. This was clearly a side of Eric I'd never seen, it was a crazy, irrational side and I wasn't going have Edward harmed.

"Okay, I'm on my way," Angela's voice caught my attention, "and you're coming to stay with me."

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