Well here you go, I said I'd write again when I got 200 reviews and you kindly obliged!

Hope you like it!

Epov

For days and days I just sat alone in my apartment.

Alice and Emmett rang a couple of times every day, trying to make me go out with them and talk things over.

Alice even came round once and started banging on the door about how I was being an idiot and how there was no way Bella was with another man, I kept ignoring her until she left again.

Finally defeated they more or less left me alone to wallow in my own self pity, with the exception of Emmett bringing me a couple of bottles of Jack every few days.

I had managed to convince myself that Bella was with another man now.

After all, she'd left with another man and it had been a few weeks since anyone had even heard from her.

In some ways the thought that she was with someone else gave me comfort, I wanted her to be happy and seeing as she clearly didn't return my feelings for her I wouldn't have to pursue her and get rejected all over again.

Mainly though I just hated the guy, I wanted to beat his face in, rip him limb from limb for touching my Bella, getting to be with her, getting to feel her around him.

My mind clouded over with these miserable thoughts and I took another swig of Jack.

I looked a mess, unshaven and scruffy, slobbing around in my sweats, every now and then checking in on Bella's old room to see the things she'd left behind there.

Would she come and pick them up herself?

At least then I'd see her again.

But did I want to see her again?

Yes, I decided, I HAD to see her again, it wasn't an option.

I went into Bella's room now and lay down on the bed I'd been sleeping in for the past two weeks, clutching a t-shirt of hers in my hands.

I figured I'd have to start sleeping off the Jack now, I was supposed to be flying to America tomorrow to start preparing for this new film and there was no way they'd let me fly if I was drunk, and I can't imagine Jane would be too impressed either and she's a scary bitch to get on the wrong side of.

Resting my head on the pillow, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, the jack still numbing my brain.

Bpov

Sometimes I forgot how much I loved Forks.

Everyone I loved in the world was here.

Well.

Nearly everyone.

Me and Jake had grown up here together, so it was kinda bittersweet to be back here without him.

I spent most of my days going to see my old friends, anything that could take my mind off of him.

My dad was still working as Chief of Police so during the day I hung around the Quileute Reservation with the guys and my two girlfriends, Leah and Angela.

Most days we hung out on the beach, chatting around a camp-fire and once or twice they tried to insist I go cliff jumping with them.

No fear of that however, my balance was bad enough on solid ground, never mind flying through mid air!

The guys were generally loud and boisterous, Quil and Sam, Seth, Paul and Embry and of course Angela's Ben, who was a little quieter.

The girls on the other hand were more peaceful and gentle, going along with the guys and laughing at their antics with a lilting smile on their faces.

Once or twice though I was sure I caught them looking at me with expressions of worry and concern.

It was these times when I made my excuses and left the group, going home to Charlie instead to put his dinner on, God knows he needed it, I had no idea what he'd been eating for the past few years but by the look of the inedible slop he served me the other day, it was a surprise he was still alive!

I didn't want to talk about what was wrong with me.

I knew people knew something was up.

The screams of terror every night as I awoke from another nightmare, sobbing in Charlie's arms, the distant, sad expression I seemed to wear permanently, the way even the guys could sense when something was wrong and all rallied around me, threatening to break the face of whoever did it.

I guess they had all figured it was about a guy then.

I was losing weight rapidly, just picking at my food instead of eating and I had less and less energy everyday.

People said time was a great healer.

Well I don't know how much time they though you should have but to me, the time made everything worse and worse.

It gave me the opportunity to mull everything over, to wonder what I could have done wrong, but it never gave me time to forget his face, the same face I saw in my dreams, my nightmares, day after day.

I still had his sweatshirt, the one with his name on the back.

I slept in it every night, feeling the warmth around me and pretending it has him, inhaling the pepper and citrus smell of him, because I knew, someday that scent would be gone.

And so would he.

Epov

Eurgh...I felt awful!

My attempt at staving of a hangover by drinking pints of water hadn't worked, and as I got up I felt the room spinning round me as my head pounded.

The loud shrill of a phone felt like it was boring a hole into my skull.

Stumbling across the room I picked it up and snapped "Yes?"

"Edward where the hell are you?"

It was Jane,

"The plane sets off in just over two hours, you need to be at check in in the next half an hour!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I moaned, shielding my eyes from the natural light streaming in from the window.

"You better be!" yelled Jane and then she slammed the phone down.

Groaning I threw a few things in a bag and stumbled out of the apartment, locking the door behind me.

I didn't care that I barely had anything with me and I was still dressed in the sweats I slept in, Bella's balled up t-shirt clutched in my hand as a reminder that she was real and I didn't just dream her, I would send for the rest of the things later, Jane would just have to cope with me like this.

Banging my way down the stairs I ran into James at the bottom.

"Edward! You look shit man!" he gasped.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence" I muttered, as he opened the door for me and led me out to the car that was already waiting to take me to the airport.

A half our later I strode into the airport, still turning heads in my dishevelled state and trying to command the room without looking like I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards.

That was until Jane saw me, let out a shriek and hit me across her chest with her handbag.

"Oww!" I moaned, "What was that for?"

"Edward Cullen! I can't take you to America when you look like you've been living in a bin for two weeks! Give me your things, I'll check you in, now go and have a shower in the airport showers. Jessica,' she said, turning to one of her assistants, ' Go and find a suit for Mr Cullen in the airport shops and whilst you're there pick up some breath mints, you reek of alcohol" she said pointedly, looking again at me.

Jessica smirked and sidled off, I decided at that point I didn't like her, all plastic and blond and fake and simpering, not like Bella.

Not like my Bella.

Well what did you think?

Reviews please :)

What would you do if your guy messed you round like that?

Leaving you stupid notes and then taking off without a word?

Anyone got any other good hangover cures?

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