A few minutes into the drive and Edward is sound asleep, his snoring being the only noise inside the car. His head against the window and his feet up on the console. At least this way he can't aggravate me.

It feels weird being behind the wheel of Edward precious car. It smells really strong of him in here. Every time Edward is around there is a strange smell of pine in the air, its not strong, but its only noticeable when he's around. Inside his car, I feel like I'm being suffocated by it.

I turn on his stereo, in hopes of drowning out his snoring, and the silence in the car. Surprisingly a Taylor Swift song comes on and I chuckle, turning it down so its a hum in the background. It must be one of Leah's songs he added for her. I have nothing against Taylor, its just not my type of music. Turning it to the next song, a Fall out boy song comes on called 'I don't care', and I lean back singing along with the words in my head.

When I pull into the Cullen's drive way, the lights are all out, and there are no cars in the driveway. I take the first stop, and cut the engine, making the music stop. Edward continues to snore beside me. I unlock my seat belt, and his, getting out of the car, I take his keys out of the ignition, putting them in my pocket.

I shut the door behind me, and walk around to his side where I see him just coming to consciousness, his tired eyes meet mine through the wind-shield. I open his door, and he groans as the cold air hits him.

"Can you walk now?" I ask him, hoping that he will say yes, so I don't have to drag him along with me again.

"Yes." He grumbles, sliding out of his seat.

He wobbles a bit as he stands to his feet, but I'm glad to see that most of the alcohol is wear off a bit. He is still far from sober, but at least he is able to walk without me holding onto him. I'd rather not have to.

I shut his door after he steps, out, and wait for him to take a step on his own, just to make sure he really can walk, then I walk up his drive way. I fish out his key's from my pocket and unlock the door. Edward trials behind me, his body swaying slightly, as he watches he feet.

I walk inside, holding the door open for him, as he waltz through, yanking his coat off with a struggle. I stand back letting him struggle to pull the selves off, and once he finally does so, he chucks it without care to the floor. He stumbles, kicking both of his shoes off, and I flinch as one of his shoes just miss hitting a family picture nailed to the wall.

I place his keys on the small table my the entrance, and go to walk outside, and walk all the way home in the cold. All because Cullen got drunk.

"Where are you going?" Edward groaned, and when I turned, I see him leaning against the stair case, looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"Home." I answer him dumbly.

He shuffles forward a bit shaking his head. his body ways as he walks closer to my, and my forehead creases in confusion at him. I wait, as he uses his hand to slide along the wall, making his way back down the corridor to reach me. He reaches for my wrist and pulls me inside, hitting the door closed behind me, and I hear it thud, the picture frames on the wall shaking from the force. The small bit of light that illuminated the hallway from outside was cut off, plunging us into darkness.

"It's cold outside. Stay here the night." He tells me, but I can't see him in the dark.

He releases his grip on me, and presses down on the light switch behind my head, making a bright light flood over us. His blood shot eyes still look as red as they did before, his face still shrunken from the amount of alcohol he consumed. But he seems to be more coherent now.

He stares at me, his body sways towards me than away from me, as he rocks back and forth on his heels.

"Thanks for the offer, but I would rather sleep outside in the forest." I tell him, and he cracks a smile at me, taking a step away shaking his head.

"I thought you were going soft on me for a minute there Swan." He chuckles, looking down at the ground away from my confused stare.

"Going soft on you?"I chuckle. "I'll admit your not a bad guy Cullen, even if you are a huge prick to me."

"I just offered for you to stay here." He argues, smiling up at me.

"Which I appreciate..."I trail off, my smile fading. "What happened between you and Leah?" I ask him. I'd rather ask him while he's intoxicated, and in a happy mood.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, and he moves to the side, so he can lean up against the wall next to me, I do the same, leaning on the opposite wall to him, the coats behind me acting as a cushion.

"Honestly-" he lets out a deep breath shaking his head towards the ground. "I have no idea. She just stared acting weird. Then she just broke it all off today. She won't even tell me what I've done wrong. So, you know what, fuck her. I don't need her anyway, it will be nice to be single again." He chuckles, his face sour, like he's angry, but trying to mask it with humour.

I don't like the way he's talking about Leah. Like he doesn't even care about him and her not being together any-more. It's like he's just broken, and he doesn't even care about being broken.

"That's just the alcohol talking-" I start, but he cuts me off.

"No it isn't." He snaps looking up at me, and I push my hands into my coat pockets.

I sigh, pushing off the wall. Theres no point talking to him about trying to fix things with Leah, when the alcohol won't allow him to make a rational choice. Edward, pushes off the wall also, as I pull open the front door, but his hand rest on the wood above mine stopping it.

"Don't tell Leah about tonight." Edward mumbles, and I turn seeing him towering over me his body a inch away from mine, I instinctively take a step back to create some space between us, and his eyes hold mine in a intense stare.

"I won't." I mumble, before escaping the house.

I turn around on the doorstep and the door slams shut behind me. I stand there for a second wrapping my mind around everything. He doesn't wan't Leah to know that he got drunk, that he did that because of her? Maybe he still loves her? Maybe there's still hope for them?

I barely take a step off the door step before I am being spun around, two firm hands grip both sides of my waist, and I am pulled forcefully into a warm body. My eyes grow wide the second a pair of soft lips press down on-top of my own. I'm stuck frozen to the stop, my lips unmoving, as Edward pushes his lips against mine more forcefully, moving against my own with a hunger.

"Bella." He moans against my mouth, not seizing from his actions.

I push my hands against his chest, anger filling my blood, as I try to shove him off of me. Thankfully the alcohol makes this much easier to do, as his grip on my waist fails, and he stumbles back a bit letting our lips disconnect.

I take the space created to put my hands onto his shoulders, and I raise my knee up to his groin , forcing all my strength into hurting his most precious part, his manhood. He groans, clutching at his groin trying to not fall over from the pain, as he lets out deep breaths of pain. I glare at him in disgust.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I snap at him, the urge to run pushing me away from the scene and towards the safety of my house.

A/N

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