Nope, still don't own Twilight.

"You don't wanna hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies. Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder. There's a thunder in our hearts, baby. So much hate for the ones we love? Tell me we both matter, don't we?" Running up That Hill, Kate Bush, covered by Placebo

"I don't like this." Edward paced around me, shaking his head. "I really don't fucking like this."

I nodded, so he would know I had heard him, but didn't say anything in response. Instead, I watched as Officer McLannahan taped a wire to the side of my abdomen.

"You won't even realize it's there." She gave me a reassuring smile that I didn't return. "Just try to relax."

Edward scoffed before stopping in front of me and crossed his arms across his chest. I couldn't look up at him. But, I didn't need to either. I knew what I would see in his eyes. The same anger, the same fear, the same hurt… the same everything. Nothing had changed since last night, other than the fact that we now had a plan; a plan that Edward absolutely hated. A plan that my father and boyfriend were furious at me for coming up with and volunteering for.

Once the wire was fitted to me, Office McLannahan packed her things and left Edward and me alone. He locked the door behind her while I finished buttoning my shirt.

"What if something happens?"

I shook my head. "Edward, nothing will happen. We don't even know if Garrett had anything to do with this."

He cussed under his breath and kicked the leg of the chair. "You aren't best friends with someone who is a fucking drug dealer and don't know about it. Sam was selling out of your old apartment building for Christ's sake! Let someone else do this, please!"

"Garrett won't talk to anyone else." I pulled my hair up into a ponytail before turning to look at him. "You heard my father, Edward. We have a very small window of opportunity here. They can only hold Sam and Emily for twenty-four hours unless we can get concrete proof that they were selling here."

"So you think that by showing up, telling him that you and I are finished, that Garrett will tell you everything? Just like that?" Edward shook his head. "Jesus, Bella! The naivety has to stop at some point."

I ignored his attitude and hateful words, chalking them up to stress and exhaustion. Instead, I focused my attention on the fear and pain that his anger couldn't hide. My hands slid up his chest and around his shoulders, until my fingers were linked together at the back of his neck.

"I love you," I slowly whispered.

Edward sighed before leaning forward, resting his forehead against mine. "I love you too. But if anything happens, I'm going to be pissed as hell that you wouldn't let someone else do this."

I smiled before kissing his frowning lips. "You'll be downstairs with Dad. If something happens, you're both less than thirty seconds away from me."

Edward's eyes stared into mine, searching for any sign of doubt that I had. But, lucky for me, I'd learned how to hide that shit a long time ago. A knocking on the door and my father's voice interrupted us.

"Bella, we need to go."

I started to pull away from him, but stopped when his hands tightened around my waist. My mouth opened to give him more reassurance about our plans, but I was stopped by his lips forcefully meeting mine. Another knock made us stop, but Edward still didn't let me go. His chest heaved with controlled anger while his eyes watched me.

"I fucking hate this."

I gave him another slow kiss before whispering, "I know."

xXxXxXx

From my rearview mirror, I watched the three unmarked police cars that followed behind me. There were several Travis County police officers in them, along with my father and Edward. Once I'd pulled into the familiar parking space, two of the cars passed by me while the other parked across the street.

The windows were tinted but I could still feel all of their eyes watching me as I got out of my car and walked towards my former apartment building. Everyone had been quick to try and reassure me, telling me to stay calm and collected. But I wasn't really sure any of them realized that fear wasn't my problem. Anger was.

As my feet carried me up the stairs that led to Garrett's apartment, I couldn't stop the feeling of absolute fury that rolled through my body. I had trusted Sam and Emily. Both of them had tried, like Garrett and Jessica, to get me out of my depressive funk after I'd moved to Austin. I'd written songs with them, shared meaningful lyrics and music. Hell, I had been a bridesmaid at their damn wedding! I took a deep breath as my fist knocked against his door and silently prayed, for Garrett's sake, that he hadn't had anything to do with this.

His heavy footsteps told me he was coming, and with a few seconds to spare, I was able to mask the anger and replace it with depression. When he opened the door, I stared up at him, hoping that he would buy it.

"Hey Bel-" His voice stopped as his eyes looked over my face. "What the hell happened?"

I shook my head. "Can… I come in?"

Garrett nodded while moving away from the door. Once I'd crossed the threshold, he shut the door behind him.

"What happened?" He asked from behind me. "You look like you've had your heart ripped out."

"Edward and I…" My voice trailed off as I turned to look at him.

Garrett frowned. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head before stepping around him. "No. Would you be?"

"No." He sighed before moving closer to me. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

My shoulders shrugged while my fingers pulled at the hem of my shirt. "He just… There was too much."

"Is this about the… drug thing?"

I cautiously looked up at him.

Garrett took another step towards me. "Some people won't ever change, Bella. I know… I mean my mom basically gave us up because she couldn't stop using."

"When we were in Seattle, some things happened that… I don't even know where to begin with this…" At least it wasn't a lie. I honestly didn't know where to go with this conversation.

In the process of me stuttering, Garrett and moved to where he was standing directly in front of me, I sighed before looking up at him.

"You can tell me, Bella."

My head nodded while I reached into my back pocket and got my cell phone. I felt his eyes watching me as I quickly found the picture from Jane and I tried to make my hands stop shaking.

"I know what Sam did." My voice was low and I spoke slowly. "Edward… found out."

Garrett didn't move. Even when I turned my phone to him, showing him the picture of Sam and Aro, he didn't move.

"Do you know who this is?" I asked.

His eyes looked at the picture before meeting mine again. Garrett still didn't speak.

"Please." I shook my head. "Tell me you didn't have anything to do with this."

Garrett took a step away from me and I followed. My hand reached out, grabbing on to his shirt before he could turn away from me.

"Why?" I asked him. "Why would you do this?" He tried to move away, but I kept following after him. My grip tightened on his shirt as I pulled Garrett back around to face me. "What the fuck were you thinking?" I yelled at him.

"Bella, stop." Garrett's fingers tried to pry mine away from his clothing. "This isn't what you think it is."

I shook my head. "Then what is it? If this isn't you selling me out, sharing things about my personal life to make money, then what the fuck was it?" When he didn't answer me, I hit his chest with my hands. "Tell me! Tell me what it is!"

Garrett grabbed both of my hands before pushing me back against the wall and holding me there.

"This wasn't about making money." His eyes bore into mine. "Not for me anyway."

"Then why?" I asked again. "Why would you do this to me?"

Garrett's fingers loosened around my hands but he didn't back away from me. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet and reverent. "He doesn't deserve you."

I wanted to yank my hands away from him and punch his jaw. I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. I wanted… I took a deep breath to make myself calm down. This is exactly what we wanted, needed. I needed Garrett to trust me. I needed him to tell me what had happened. I looked at the floor and tried to mask the emotions that I was sure my face would give away.

"Edward broke you," Garrett whispered. His finger slipped under my chin, lifting my face to look at him. "He broke your heart, broke your soul… Bella, why can't you see that it is only a matter of time before it happens again?"

I moved his hand away from my face but didn't look away. "Tell me."

He looked hesitant. "I can't…"

My fingers held on to his. "You want me to believe that you didn't do any of this to hurt me? Then you have to tell me. I deserve an explanation, Garrett."

"I didn't want it to go this far." His free hand went into his hair. "I just needed you to see that…"

"Please tell me. I really… I want to understand this," I pleaded.

"The night…" Garrett sighed before continuing. "The night that you sang with us and then I saw you in the alley with him… I just kind of snapped. You know? Sam went to Washington and found out that his cousin knew Edward. He thought that if we… if we used Edward's name for publicity, then the band would get more exposure." Garrett let go of my hand and shook his head while pacing back and forth in front of me.

"So you're the one who told all of those photographers where I lived."

He took a deep breath before nodding. "It was Sam's idea."

"And the CD?" I asked him. "How did you get the CD that we made in LA?"

Garrett moved to the couch and fell down onto it before looking back at me. "When you moved and… I helped you pack. The CD was on the desk. When you left, I got it and made a copy."

I couldn't move or speak. My mind tried to come to terms with what he was telling me, but I didn't want to believe any of it. Knowing that Sam and Emily had used me was one thing. Having Garrett admit to it was… worse. So much worse. He was one of the first people I had let back in, had trusted.

"Emily knew the name of the rehab facility Edward used. She found an envelope with the name of it on there and put two and two together." He continued without me having to ask. "Since she works at the hospital all she had to do was call and ask for his medical records. She faked a release of information with Alice's name on it since she was an emergency contact."

I tried to blink away the tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks while Garrett moved off the couch and cautiously walked towards me.

"It was only a matter of time before he hurt you again, Bella. He used you as a fucking security blanket and this only proves that I was right. A few bumps in the road and he ditches you, just like I thought he would."

I ignored his jabs at Edward. "Did you sell drugs for Aro, too?"

Garrett slowly shook his head. "No."

"Did Sam?"

"Bella, please don't be mad at me. " Garrett whispered. His fingers brushed against my cheek when I shook my head. "I did this to prove to you that you were better off without him."

I fell back against the wall, my chest heaving with the effort it took to not lash out at the person standing in front of me. I swallowed back the bile that rose in my throat as Garrett moved even closer and my eyes closed when I felt his breath against my face.

"Answer me."

"Yeah," he sighed, leaning in to me. "Sam was selling for his cousin."

My hands instinctively went to Garrett's shoulders when he reached around me. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt while I processed everything that he had just told me. I had what we needed. We now had proof that Sam was selling for Aro and could get Emily on forgery. So if I had all of the information I needed, then why couldn't I move? Why was I standing here, holding on to someone that had purposefully hurt me? Why couldn't I let go?

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" Garrett's whispered words made my look at him. He smiled and wove his fingers through my ponytail. "Since I first met you, I knew that this was… something different. We're perfect for each other."

I frowned and shook my head. "No."

"No?" He questioned.

For the first time, since I had met Garrett, I could see him clearly. There was blue where green should have been, brown instead of red. His eyes were more almond shaped than round like Edward's. His hands were smaller, his fingers thicker. His hair was too long and not messy enough. My head shook again while my hands pushed his shoulders away from me.

"No."

He took a step back towards me, trying to calm me down. "Bella."

"Oh fuck you!" I yelled before pushing him away again. "Perfect for each other, Garrett? Really?"

His hands tried to grab mine.

"I trusted you!" I pushed his chest again. "I defended you! I fought for you because I just knew that you wouldn't do something like this!"

Garrett finally managed to grab my wrists. "Bella, stop."

"YOU STOP!" I yelled at him.

"Why can't you understand that I did this to show you how fucked up Edward is? How much he uses you? Why can't you fucking see that?" Garrett yelled back at me.

Fury flew through my body, making my blood boil and pound behind my ears. I twisted my arm, trying to pull away from his grip but couldn't succeed. When frustration mixed with my anger, I started screaming.

"You don't even know him!" I tried to yank my arms away again. "You think he is so fucking horrible but you don't have any idea who he really is!"

"He hurt you!" Garrett yelled in my face. "He fucking broke your heart, Bella! Do you not remember that? I saw it! I had to fucking put you back together!"

When I finally succeeded in loosening his grip on one of my arms, I reared my hand back before hitting Garrett in the jaw. We both screamed when my fist made the connection, both of which were from pain. A white hot burning sensation shot up my arm but I didn't care. As Garrett stumbled backwards I hit him again, this time aiming for his nose.

With the force of the second blow he fell backwards, tripping over leg of one of the barstools. His grip on my other arm tightened and when he hit the floor, he pulled me along with him.

I kept trying to hit him, aiming for any part of his body that I could, but he effectively stopped that when he rolled us over to where he was hovering over me. His hands pinned my arms to the floor while he sat on my thighs.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I screamed at him.

"Calm down!" He yelled back. "Jesus Christ!"

I glared up at him, watching as the blood from his nose fell down his face and onto my shirt. "Let me go."

"Not until you've calmed the fuck down," he growled at me. His weight pushed against my arms, making them ache from the lack of blood flow.

I shook my head while tears stung my eyes. "You're hurting me, Garrett."

"Promise me you won't fucking hit me again."

Before I could answer him, the door behind us flung open. I turned my head as Garrett scrambled off of me, his eyes watching the several uniformed police officers that were filling his living room.

I cried out when one of the officers held on to my hand to help me up. Looking down, I noticed that it was swollen and my knuckles were bleeding.

"What the hell is going on?" Garrett asked. "Bella, what…"

Ignoring him, I left Garrett standing in his living room, sputtering questions that I had no desire to answer. When I reached the hallway my father's arms wrapped around my shoulders. I leaned against him while cradling my hand against my chest.

"Are you okay?" He quietly asked me. I could tell from his voice that he was trying extremely hard not to go inside and beat the shit out of Garrett.

I nodded. "I think I broke my hand."

My father carefully looked at my hand before agreeing. "Come on. I'll take you to the ER."

"Where's Edward?"

As my dad led my down the stairs, he laughed quietly. "We had to keep him downstairs. I swear if that kid had made it up the stairs I would have had to arrest him for homicide."

Sure enough, the closer we got to the bottom floor, the louder Edward's voice got. He was in the middle of cussing at a pair of officers that were keeping him from the stairwell when he saw me. He shoved one of the men aside and barreled up the stairs towards me.

"What the… Are you okay?" His hands fluttered around my face, touching my cheeks and hair. "What happened?"

Ignoring the pain in my hand, I wrapped my arms around Edward's neck and hid my face against his neck when he held me against him.

"We should get her to the hospital," my father interrupted. "Her hand is swelling pretty fast."

"Come on," Edward whispered against my ear. His hands tugged on my waist, trying to get me to move, but I shook my head. "Bella, your hand…"

"You were right." I quietly cried against his shoulder.

"What-"

"You knew from the beginning that they weren't good people. You told me that fame and money changed people and I didn't… I didn't want to believe you."

Edward kissed the top of my head before leaning away from me, making me look at him. I quickly blinked, trying to see through the tears that clouded my vision. When his fingers carefully wiped away the moisture under my eyes, I saw him give me a sad smile.

"I've never wished that I'd been more wrong about something."

There was no "I told you so" as Edward helped me down the rest of the stairs and into the passenger seat of my car. Even as we watched Garrett being escorted to one of the unmarked police cars, Edward didn't say anything. He just held my hand, started the car, and slowly pulled away from the curb. When we stopped at a red light, I looked down at our hands that were sitting against my leg.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "If I would have listened to you then-"

Edward squeezed my hand. "Bella, look at me."

My head slowly lifted and my eyes reluctantly found his.

"I love you," he said quietly. "And you have nothing to be sorry for."

I leaned across the console and let my head rest against his shoulder. Before he pulled away from the light, his lips gently kissed the top of my head and his fingers squeezed mine.

A/N: Before you people start bashing me about the Garrett thing, keep in mind that it all happens for a reason. I promise.