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BPOV:

Chapter 11:

"Alice, you're such an idiot!" I growled, bursting through the front door of my own home.

"Don't call me that!" She protested, and she got up from her current spot on the couch to come stand before me.

Not very wise.

"Alice, how could you! You knew this all along and you didn't tell me! I had no idea what I was in for!" I yelled at her. Any human nearby would have thought something was erupting, although my anger was right now.

"I knew you needed to at least go back," Alice said quietly, taking a step back. "You need to talk this out. You love each other."

"She doesn't love me!" I roared, my knuckles turning whiter and whiter each second.

"Yes she does."

How did Alice have the nerve to say this?

I took a deep breath, trying not to kill my sister.

"Bella Swan has gotten over me." I stated, closing my eyes and clenching my jaw. "She doesn't love me. I don't know what you're trying to do."

"You just have to work it out with her," she said sweetly. "Just talk. Communication is key."

Right now, I would have been happy to send Alice flying into the couch, or out the back window.

Instead, I regained my composure and stormed out the front door. I didn't get into my car, I started running.

And I didn't stop.

BPOV:

I was hyperventilating on the kitchen floor.

How could he come into my house and expect me to love him again?

To fall for him, so he could set his trap once more and leave me again?

No.

I wasn't letting him back in.

"We'll talk later," means nothing.

I clasped my head together in my hands, and started to sob again.

Just when everything was starting to get back to normal, when I was starting to have fun..

He comes and ruins it.

Monster.

"Bella?" I heard a familiar voice call.

Damnit.

I didn't even hear Charlie come through the door.

"Hi, Dad," I struggled to say.

I quickly lifted myself off the floor, pulling at my mess of tangled hair, desperately wiping my eyes.

He walked into the kitchen seconds later and peered at me, frozen.

I know Charlie didn't like talking about anything having to do with great deals of emotion.

"Are you okay, Bella?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I tripped, just hurt my arm a bit. I'm fine." I lied.

"Okay," he unfroze and shrugged off his jacket. "What's for dinner?"

"Oh," I forced a smile. "I'll get right on it. Pasta okay?"

"Sure," He nodded. "I'm going to go catch the game, Bells."

I nodded as well, turning my attention to the cupboards and searching for some pasta.

Why would Edward do this?

I kept running this question over and over again in my mind.

But then something else hit me.

Jacob.

Jacob couldn't know about this. He would kill him in an instant..

As much as I hated Edward right now, I couldn't let them happen.

I didn't want either of them to die.

I loved Jacob Black, but not in that way…

I had no idea why I felt this gravitational pull towards Edward now, I didn't want him to leave, I didn't want anything to happen to him.

But the nerve he had!

To sit in my own freaking kitchen table!

Stop, Bella.

What?

I was utterly confused at first, but then realized that voice that had been talking to me a few weeks ago.

I took one deep breath, and steadied myself.

I made two decisions within that moment.

I would not tell Jacob about Edward coming back.

I would have to talk to Edward, or he'd never leave.

I nodded to myself, reassuring this is what I had to do now, that I can't back myself out of it because it was simply what I needed to do.

Okay.

I shook my head, trying to clear it, and focused on one thing for now: making pasta.

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EPOV:

It had become dark many hours ago.

Yet I stayed in this exact position.

I was sitting, quite simply, on a tree stump in the woods. I didn't know exactly where I was; I had just stopped running an hour ago.

I thought over me and Bella's conversation today, how she had actually yelled at me.. and of course Alice didn't tell me anything.

I had one little tiny speck of hope that Bella wouldn't be furious with me, and that was diminished within seconds of seeing her.

I'd never seen Bella yell before, I'd never seen her that outraged.

I knew I was that bad. What a stupid idea to come back, to be that moronic as to sit at her kitchen table. I should have at least stayed my distance, only checking. But no, I took that stupid little pixie's advice, and it had only hurt my love more. And me.

I shut my eyes and pinched the bridge of nose; I didn't plan on going anywhere yet.

But I knew that I had to talk to Bella, or else I couldn't do anything. I wouldn't be able to do anything without at least talking to her.

Once I did, no matter the outcome, I would feel better.

If Bella accepted my apology, I would feel like the luckiest man alive.

If she didn't, that was a different story.

I could get on, I suppose…..

I couldn't.

The Volturi would be the only real answer after Bella said no.

So, if it came to that, I would do it.

I breathed in deeply and felt the itching burn rise from my throat. I needed to hunt.

Catching an elk, I felt a lot better. My mind cleared and I reasoned that I would have to go back now, for my family would be worried.

I would talk to Bella tomorrow, and that was it.

Within minutes, I was home, and heard Alice and Rosalie talking quietly inside.

"Alice, you know how he feels." Rosalie said.

"Yes, I do. But, still, I can see it, they'll be fine. They do need some work though."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

My heart lightened at the very thought of Alice's visions being correct and I waited a few seconds before I opened the front door.

"Edward!" Alice's face lit up and she rushed over to hug me. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you like that…"

"It's okay, Alice. I forgive you." I patted her back.

"Are you going to talk to her?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes, tomorrow."

She squealed. "Yay! I know things will be fine. Just give it a try."

I nodded slowly, and pulled back to look at her face.

Alice was always so optimistic, and I couldn't understand how she did it.

Of course, she could see the future. That was a big factor.

But even without that, she was a happy, bright, bubbly, exuberant person, and I could never keep up.

"Promise me you won't leave again." She looked up at me innocently.

"I promise."

Why she needed that promise from me I didn't really know, but I guess it made her feel better, to see if I was lying or not.

I let go of Alice completely and sauntered over to sit on the couch, just to look comfortable, although I would have been completely fine standing.

I thought about Jacob again, that rancid boy who Bella seemed to be hanging around with so much.

Jake would have to go.

I had not the slightest bit of admiration for Jacob, no matter what Bella thought.

I wanted to tear the boy's head off, for God's sakes. Could he be the reason for Bella's sudden behavioral change?

That would have to wait until tomorrow.

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