I'm woken up by sun glaring into the room. Opening one eye, I realize I am at the Cullen's. I squint and cover my face with my arm. Groaning, I massage my temples trying to relieve the worst headache of my life. I yawn and rub my eyes noticing I'm in different clothes than the night before. I pull the blanket over my head trying to recall my last memory. Passing out, Emmett and Edward both being there.

I hide as long as I can before I hear a soft whisper,

"Hey," says Edward.

I groan again. Lifting the blanket off of my head, I see him standing beside the bed offering up a cup and aspirin.

"Headache?"

I nod, "the worst."

I try to sit up and immediately realize what a horrible idea it was, "is the room still supposed to be spinning?"

I curl up into a ball, holding my head.

Edward can't help but let out a small laugh, "you're hungover, I imagine you'll feel like this a good chunk of the morning atleast. Take these and drink this, should help speed the process a bit."

I look up at him, "Thank you. You don't have to babysit me, I'm fine."

He frowns, "You don't want me here?"

I bring the cup to my nose and gag at the smell, "Oh g- ugh what is this?"

He smirks, "Hangover aid."

I pop the aspirin in and quickly take a generous drink, holding my breath, "that's awful." I sigh and roll to my back staring up at the ceiling.

"Edward lately it just feels like you're treating me like a child and not your girlfriend. I'm sorry I took your car but I needed out of there...away."

He sits on the edge of the bed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, "I'm sorry Bella, you're just so...fragile. You worry me."

I turn my head, "So change me."

He lets a long moment pass before chiming in, "Already Bella? Isn't there more things you'd like to experience in your life before you just set your mind to this?"

I roll my eyes, "Edward stop. I can't just sit here, aging as everyone else is forever 17. And I'm not sure if our deal is even still on the table."

I turn away from him. He hesitates and I immediately regret my statement, I could tell he was upset.

"Bella I agreed to turn you myself but if you don't want to be with me anymore...I..." His voice trails off and I sigh to myself.

"I'm sorry I've made a mess of things," I whisper.

"No," Edward replies, "I can only blame myself here. I haven't treated you the way I should have. Please let me show you my apologies. Don't give up on us that easily Bella."

I allow a tear to escape the corner of my eye and exclaim, "I need to rest some more, I'm not feeling well."

Edward pauses at the door and speaks softly, "As much pain as it brings to admit, Emmett does care for you too Bella."

I tuck myself deeper into the blankets and he leaves without another word. I don't deserve his kindness. I shut my eyes and remember all the good times Edward and I have shared. What drew me to Emmett? Was I just using him for what Edward was lacking? I shook my head to myself, no Emmett makes me feel...different. Alive. But what the hell did he want me for? I was clearly no prize possession, especially in comparison with Rosalie. I grab my phone from the bedside table and slip the ear buds in, drowning out my thoughts with soft melodies lulling me back to sleep.