Thanks to all of you.

"You'd never," Jasper growls, his head turning slowly so he can see me out of the corner of his eye.

There's something he doesn't know about me yet. The new me.

The girl he knew in Rhode Island is a thing of the past, and there's nothing I want more right now than to show him the woman I've replaced her with.

"Don't force me to find out," I press the gun firmly into his head. "Get off him."

Jasper makes no attempt to move right away, but when he does he makes sure I know he's only letting Edward up because he has a gun to his head. "Fine."

"Bella, give me the gun," Edward says as he stands up, his breathing labored as he favors his ribs on one side.

I shake my head, my eyes never leaving Jasper's as both of them get to their feet. "No."

Jasper, limping as he retreats backwards from the gun I hold pointing at his face, spits blood from his lip and wipes away the remnants with the back of his hand. "Have you really got it in you, Bella?"

The difference is night and day; black and white. Edward always the voice of support, Jasper always the voice of doubt.

It's the doubt in his voice that earns him the swift kick of my foot into his groin. Watching him go down to the ground, after years of him standing on the pedestal he thrived on, fills me with a power I'm not ashamed to admit is addicting.

He struggles to stand up again, and I see myself in each of his uncoordinated steps.

I unleash another kick to his stomach as another memory flashes through my mind: the time when his clothes were ruined at the dry cleaners and the way he twisted it to be my fault, my legs shaky as I held my stomach after his fists had pummelled into it.

I felt it then, and I make sure he feels it now.

I don't give him a chance to recover; he never did for me.

A heel palm strike to his nose as I remember the sound of my own cracking for talking to one of his colleagues at a work function.

An elbow to his throat for all the times he robbed me of my ability to speak.

An uppercut to his jaw for all the times he shamed me into thinking I was worthy of nothing.

Each strike against Jasper's body is a justice sent to my own, and I've never felt stronger in my life. And thanks to Edward, I'm prepared to take Jasper down.

And I do.

A shove into the wall, the back of his head slamming against the wood the way mine slammed into white sheetrock back in Rhode Island.

A crack of his ribs like mine when he pushed me down the stairs.

A smile on my face when I realize he's nothing.

A surge of power when he charges one final time, my feet firmly planted on the ground as his world twists upside down as I finally master the one move that had evaded me in all my training.

Once he's flipped and lying flat on his back, staring up at me from the hardwood floor, I feel the shackles of our life together disappear.

And eventually, I feel a hand on my wrist when I put the gun to the center of Jasper's head, the look on his face frozen in disbelief. Now he knows the answer to his statement.

I absolutely would pull the trigger.

"Stop," Edward breathes, his grip on my wrist soft but knowing. "You don't want to live with this."

I breathe heavily, my shoulder on fire and my head pounding, as I watch Jasper below me, eyes staring at me and the gun, as he lies on the floor of the cabin. I watch the fire in him burn out as he turns into the coward he's always been.

Edward is right; seeing Jasper reduced to a silent and powerless, defeated mess is the image I can use to keep fighting for my freedom from him and our history.

Pulling the trigger has the potential to not only end him, but also my well-being, also.

I let the gun drop from my fingers as the door to the cabin flies open, police rushing to Jasper right as Edward's arms catch me before I fall to the floor in a relief so strong it pulls us both under.

It's over.

The flip! We're almost at the end, everyone. Three more chapters until we mark this complete. What a journey!

Why did I keep Jasper alive? I felt killing someone, even if he put her through hell, would be extremely difficult for Bella to live with. She's come so far in her healing process, even with him being free to find her across the country, and I didn't want her to be haunted any more than she already has. Sure, Edward could have done it because he's been trained to disassociate himself from things like this, but it's not his story. It's Bella's, and I'm still, always, so proud of her.

See you tomorrow!