Say Something

Chapter 24

BPOV

Things between Emmett and Destinee have been going great, while things between Peter and I were still strained.

Bree was due to be released next week and Peter was currently pissed because she wanted to come home with me, since I was back at the house with the kids.

Once I realized this was going to be long term with Peter, I couldn't be selfish and keep us all cramped up in my parent's house and shuffle the kids back and forth between the grandparents. So I put on my big girl panties and dealt with it.

While the kids were in school, I starting writing, really writing and wrote I did.

I started to freelance for a magazine out of Portland, it required occasional travel but I could work it around my schedule and I wrote about food, all types. Some weeks it was restaurants, and another it might be about a dish I found that had rave reviews on Pintrest that was so good and easy to make. Other times it was about the products used to make the recipes. So overall it was quite fun and it kept my mind off everything and paid quite well.

The children were adjusting and Peter would see them on occasion when they were at his parent's house.

I had started to go to therapy to work through my anger at Peter, Emmett and Edward for everything that I'd gone through in my life and how I kept ending up in the same situation.

My therapist advised against filing for divorce, she did however tell me to talk to a divorce attorney and have him draw up papers for an Intent to Divorce… Just to show him that I'm not afraid to do so.

He's ignored my phone calls and e-mails that I've sent to him, his parents are now refusing to even tell me how he's doing, Bree however is always honest with me and even shared a picture with me, and he looks like shit.

"Mom, I don't know what to do or say to him. Gram and gramps are just doing nothing. They agree with what he says while he's there and then totally disagree about it when he leaves and say he needs to get his shit together and come to us. I feel like I'm spiraling out of control sometimes." Bree starts crying and throws herself at me.

"Shhhh… Its OK baby, we'll get this worked out. I promise." I hold her close and say a silent prayer that Peter gets his shit together and soon, Bree's not the only one of my babies losing it and I'm trying to hold them all together.

Another week has passed and I've seen the divorce attorney and had the intent papers delivered.

Bree said that her dad has been working a lot and hasn't been around. I figured that would happen once I'd served those papers to him.

He's either sulking or very pissed off.

It's a Friday night and I'm home alone as usual.

The kids are scattered around at sleepovers with friends and football games.

I'm writing, I have a huge deadline coming up in three months and I'm almost done with this, my very first book.

No one knows I'm working on this and it's under a pseudonym, no one will either until I'm ready to tell them.

This book is very close to my heart, a lot like my life.

I'm on a roll when there's a knock at my door.

I sigh and save my work and close my laptop, getting up I look out the peep hole.

SHIT!

PPOV

I can't fucking believe this shit!

First I hurt her and make her cry, like I told her I never would and I don't do anything about it.

I just let it go, I don't move. I let her walk away from me and then I leave her.

The distance grew and grew until I couldn't just apologize for making her cry, because then I'd hurt her by telling her that Bree was MY daughter and walked away again! And it was like a fucking snowball.

She kicked me out of the house and the next thing I know I'm living in some cheap studio apartment, not because I can't afford someplace better, but why do I need anyplace better?

The kids go to my parents and I visit them there, I throw myself into my work and when I have free time, I see them.

I sit outside of the house at night and watch though.

I see Bella sitting on the couch or at the bar. She's always typing away on her laptop.

My parents said she's got a job as a food writer, they said she's happy and that they miss Destinee. She doesn't come around a lot, she feels like an outsider now.

Those were her words to Bree, not Bella's.

Bree tries to reassure her that she's not, but she feels more comfortable with her grandparents and it killed me when Bree said she was feeling more comfortable around Emmett.

I think my heart shattered into a million pieces that day.

I guess I know how I made Bella feel now.

Now I'm sitting in my office, preparing for a huge presentation that I have to go to China for.

I'll be gone for about three weeks, I know I'll have to let Bella know. Well I told my parents, but they told me I have to tell her myself.

I'm leaving in two weeks and I'm trying to put the finishing touches on everything, when there's a knock on my door.

"Come In." I grumble.

"Peter Whitlock?" a young blond smiles at me.

"Yes?" I sigh, I don't have time for someone trying to play tricks on me or trying to get me to cheat on Bella, she's who I love, even if I am being an asshole about it.

"You've been served." She winks and throws an envelope on my desk before prancing out of my office and I sit there stunned into silence.

I can't think, I just sit there. I'm not sure how much time passes before I finally grab the envelope and swallow thickly before I finally take the papers out.

Thinking to myself this entire time. 'Bella wouldn't do this to me. She told me she'd never leave me. We promised forever. 'Til Death Do Us Part.' I sighed as I thought about our wedding day.

I pulled out the papers and looked them over.

Peter Whitlock,

I Isabella Swan-Whitlock hereby intend to file for a divorce within the next

90 days if agreement and therapy sessions cannot be reached.

I will be filing for full custody of our children

Bree Whitlock

Destinee Swan-Whitlock

Logan Whitlock

Luca Whitlock

And

Ashley Whitlock,

As I provide them with a stable and loving home environment.

You have 30 days to contact my lawyer to let him know your intent.

We can proceed from there.

Oh hell no!

I was beyond pissed. She was not going to take my family away from me, my children and break our marriage vows.

As I reached my car I saw this huge fucker standing next to it propped up on a Jeep.

Emmett, it had to be.

I hadn't seen him in years, he was bigger if that were possible.

We were close in height, he was maybe a couple inches taller, but the fucker had a good eighty pounds on me, not to mention he was pure muscles.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to get pissed off at Bella when you received the papers." He smirked.

"You fucking knew about this?" I spat.

"Yep!" he grinned as he popped the fucking 'p'.

"Why the fuck would she tell you anything? You destroyed her life years ago and then your asshole brother comes along and fucks her over and I was left to put her back together. Do you know how hard that was? She wasn't very trustworthy. I had to earn her trust!" I yelled at him.

"And now you've gone and broken it." He said in a deadly whisper.

I hung my head because I knew he was right. I had broken her trust, I had betrayed her.

I took a deep breath and sighed and when I looked up, he punched the shit out of me.

"That's for breaking your promise to her. I at least didn't promise her the world and then break it. I didn't give her a house full of beautiful, well behaved children and one adopted daughter that loves you so much whenever she's with her real father she feels guilty, like she's betraying him." He spat.

"What are you talking about?" I sat on the ground where I'd landed from the punch.

"Just what I'd said. Destinee feels guilty for having a good time when we're out and by the time I'm dropping her off at Bella's she's nearly in tears because she thinks that when you find out you're going to not be her dad anymore. And that you love Bree anymore anyway and only want the others and not her, and she'll be left without a dad either way." Emmett sighed.

"Fuck!" I stood up.

"I need to go." I got in my car and sped out of the parking lot.

I pulled up in front of the house more pissed off than when I got the papers.

I knocked on the door and waited for her to open it.

"Peter." She was shocked good.

I pushed past her and shoved the papers into her chest.

"What the fuck are these?" I asked.

"You can't just come barging in here." She snapped. "Shit! What happened to your eye." She softened and rushed to the freezer and got an ice pack, wrapping it in a towel and putting it on my eye.

"Your EX!" I spat.

"What?" she looked confused.

"Emmett, he punched me for being an asshole. Which I know I've been. I'm sorry. But how could you file divorce papers. Really? Are you giving up on us that easily?" I sighed and slid to the floor, cradling my head.

She snapped and began yelling.

"How fucking dare you ask if I can give up THIS EASILY! I've been working on us since the first day you made me cry and you walked out! And then again when you insulted me about Bree, that right there about did me in. I almost left you then, but I couldn't. I couldn't do that to Bree." She shook her head, tears running down her face.

I stood up and walked towards her.

"Bella, I'm so sorry. This entire mess. I'm so sorry." I pulled her to me.

"I just want you back." She cried.

"After everything? You still want me?" I asked.

"Yes. You're my husband. I love you, forever." She hugged me tightly.

"I love you too." I sighed.

"We have a lot to work out, but I think with counseling it'll all work out. But you have to want it." She pounded on my chest.

"I do. I want to fight for this, for us." I pulled her away to look into her eyes.

"Are you sure? This is a onetime offer Peter, I can't put the children or myself through anything like this again and I won't." she turned to walk away from me, but I pulled her back.

I looked into her eyes.

"Bella, I have two weeks to prepare for a business trip. I'll be gone for …." She cut me off.

"Really? You're going to come over her and tell me you're pissed off about the papers, you're willing to do anything it takes, yet you're leaving on a business trip for however long!" she throws her hands up in the air and storms away.

I run after her, catching her staring out the living room window.

"Bella, its three fucking weeks. Give me a break! You know it's my job!" I snapped.

"It's always your job. Always! Just go. Call me when you get back. We'll work it out then." She wipes away her tears.

"No! I'm not walking away again." I pull her towards me and kiss her. I kiss my wife for the first time in almost three months.

She gasps in surprise and I slips my tongue in, relishing in the sweet taste of her mouth, oh how I've miss it.

Just as I'm starting to relax and enjoy it, she pushes away and smacks me.

"Don't do it again." She says with venom and storms to our bedroom slamming and locking the door.

I succeeded in pissing her off, so I guess I'll crash on the couch for tonight, tomorrow is another day.

AN:

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