Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, everything else is mine.

Plot bunnies, plot bunnies, oh the plot bunnies.

Thanks to Midnight Cougar for beta'ing and fixing my tense issues. :)


Chapter 12

You stand in front of me, stunned by my admission and then you're pissed.

"So, you fuck any man you can? Is this to get back at me? Are you fucking using protection?"

"Get back at you? Not that it's any of your fucking business, but they all wear condoms and I'm on birth control. No fucking way I'm going through all that shit I did because of you…" I trail off, realizing in my anger I've revealed much more than I ever meant to tell you.

"What does that mean?" you ask.

My jaw clenches as I spill my darkest secret, the one few know. "It means you didn't wear condoms and I wasn't on birth control. Get the picture?"