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I was blind and drunk as I ran through our hotel suite, knocking over knick knacks and the numerous lamps posted around the room in my way. He was always faster than me, I knew he'd be up here any minute wanting an explanation for my actions as well as a punishment for my words; I was tired of being afraid of what he was capable of, even if I did have unfaltering feelings for him. Edward was so enigmatic; it was a chore to be away from him and against what he was. But when it came down to the treatment of me, his fiancé, I had to learn how to put my foot down- else he'd run right over me! Not to mention the fact that I was scared out of my mind… my first thought when I stepped in was to go straight for Alice's handbag, and so I went with my gut instinct and tore through my walk-in closet. So far Edward hadn't cared enough to dispose of the weapon yet, which I found slightly suspicious and perhaps even foolish, but it sure came in handy for moments like these.

With my fingers wrapped tightly around the chunk of metal, I ran back into the main room and pointed the gun right at the front door; I didn't want to kill a man, I wasn't a murderer. But I didn't want to die, either. The things Victoria told me swam in my head and I felt like some insane, mental ward patient as I physically shook my head to dispel of her voice. Was Edward trying to kill me? Was Alice trying to kill me? Were they both in an evil plan to get rid of me, just as Fredrick and Reynaldo were disposed of? Sure, I had nowhere else to go, but I decided right here was not the place for me. I was too close to Alice and her near madness!

When the door flew open and the madman I called my loving fiancé came bursting through, my finger automatically went in the slot of the trigger. It stopped him in his motions, both of his pensive eyes trained solely on me. "Isabella…" I could hear the slight hesitation in his voice, but there was a lack of fear present that rocked me to the core. Why wasn't he on his knees or begging for another chance at life? Was it because he thought I was too in love with him to ever do it? Or was it the fact that he knew I didn't have the heart nor the stomach to shed another's blood? "Put that gun down."

A stupid, juvenile part of me wanted to do exactly as he said- but I smothered it, just as I did earlier, and swallowed loudly. "No." I rasped out.

"Isabella, baby, I'm only saying this for your own safety. Put the gun down." His voice was hard like iron, even if he had the softest look on his face. "Your fingerprints are all over a murder weapon." And as he said this, my eyes dropped to the revolver in my hand; he was precisely right on that, I was touching all over this thing when it had just been used to kill a man the week before. Edward took full advantage of my distraction and had me in his tight grasp within the moment, twisting my arm back until I cried out in utter pain. The heavy gun fell from my fingertips in no time and with it, gone was my only way out of this situation. Tear drops full of fear and regret filled my eyes and slipped down my done up face. "Did you truly believe you had the balls to pull that trigger?" He snarled at me, letting go of my almost broken arm only to dig his fingers into the nape of my neck. He was able to control my head any which way he wanted and his other hand was locked around my waist. Edward Cullenciano had me just how he wanted me, locked up in his grasp.

"You can't keep doing this to me!" I screamed in his face, pushing against the tanned arms that held me close to him.

"Isabella, I do what I want whenever I please." His growl in reply sent shivers down my spine, and not the pleasurable ones either. "Why don't you ever do what I say? We could have had a very pleasant evening together." Edward hissed at me as he backed us up into a corner, my head bumping the crème colored wall harshly. "But instead, you wear this in pure spite against my wishes. And you share a dance with a random stranger in the dark of the night, to swing music." I gulped as the cards stacked against me; sure, I did have some fault for the way the night turned out, but he was the evil one. If he were like any other regular human being, perhaps we could have talked things out instead of these desperate measures! "Aren't you a Christian, some kind of woman of God? What would God Almighty think of you now, Isabella? Cheating, lying, and defiling your body, intentions of causing harm to others, profane language, fornicating before marriage… you've become quite the fast one." I flew my hands about, slapping his face and neck and kicking at every nether region he owned.

"You have degraded and soiled me!" For the first time in my life, I didn't recognize my own voice. "You are the reason for my current insanity, Edward; you're the one that separated me from my god forsaken parents! You gave my father an offer you knew he would not be able to refuse and you ripped me right from everything I knew!" I screamed loudly, not caring if I woke up the whole damn hotel with my tone. "You did this to me, you made me this way! It's your fault, it's your fault, it's all your fault!" More traitorous, hot tears fell from my wide open opals. My chest was heaving up and down in labored breathing, but there was this red haze filling what used to be a crystal clear gaze; I was beyond angry with this man I thought I loved so much, I was infuriated! I wanted to tear this god-like creature to shreds with my bare hands, as barbaric as that sounded.

"You say that I have made you this way? So that would mean that if I were parted from the situation, you would be free to convert back to your old, prudish ways?" My heart skipped plenty of beats as I unwillingly leaned into him, hanging on every last word that slipped from that delicate mouth. One moment I hated his guts, the next I thought his mouth was delicate? It was no wonder he was giving me this speech, the one that fellas gave to their ladies they were bored of… this was what my father warned me about, the men that loved women and left them. I fought the urge to cover his mouth with my hand because, no matter what he said, it was the true way he felt. My lips refused to move in fear of my words worsening the rapidly declining situation. "If this is true…" Edward released me from his prison-like grasp and took a small, miniscule step back, "then I will leave and never look back."

The weakest part of me screamed please don't leave me! But I sucked it up and looked at him with my head held high; I pushed my now messy hair back and gestured to my ring finger before tugging at the silver cluster of diamonds. The ring came off surprisingly easy and it was all too soon when it was free from my lonely digit- his dark eyes watched my every move, silently daring me to continue on with my dramatic charade. I felt drunk and stupid standing before him, both of us completely disheveled and the entire hotel suite a mess, but this was our breaking point and there was no turning back. "Well, Mr. Cullenciano," With one hand I fixed the strap of my dress and with the other I dangled the rock in front of him, "I hope you didn't expect me to start begging." Every single word felt heavy and slurred as I spoke. "Take your ring and give it to some other unsuspecting lady. May God be with her." I sneered.

Edwards eyes went up in flames as he snatched the very expensive piece of jewlry from my fingertips. "Fine by me, Isabella. You should not fancy yourself the only goomah." For everyone, there is that one word or action that drives us mad- that takes us from calm to insane in five seconds. And that word, along with "uptown", was the epitome of my madness. I wasnt even truely aware of what I was doing, I only knew that I wanted his face smashed in the ground any way I could. Goomah was the italian word for misstress, and I was anything but a misstress to him! I was his loyal girlfreind, lover, friend, and fiance!

I picked up the solid, procelain lamp from my side and swung it at him, catching the right side of his forehead; blood oozed out immediately and I was sick to my stomach as soon as the smell hit me. Edward bore his teeth at me and hissed in pain as he touched at the wound atop his head- hell, he rightly deserved it! But instead of reaching over and slapping me like i thought he would, he instead turned around and left out of the open door. My hands shook with the amount of adrenaline I felt. Why werent we fighting it out like the rest of our rows? It almost disappointed me that he wasnt going to finish what he started.

In retrospect, I could have just slinked away and allowed him his time and space from me. But it wasnt that easy; I loved him, I wanted him to know that before he started to consider our future from here on. So I ran down the hall after him, ignoring my aching feet in these ridiculous heels. He was storming off in the distance, hands clenched in fists, and I caught just a glimpse of his wild hair before I saw him duck toawrds an elevator shaft. I willed my feet to run faster than ever before as i rouned the corner and stopped infront of him, putting my foot out to stop the door before it closed. There was a caddy present, offering cups of refreshing water and small finger foods, but I cared very little for him as he offered me an object. "Edward, please dont leave like that! We-"

"M'am, would you like a beverage? Water is vital to stay refrshed during these late summer nights-" The caddy was irritating the hell out of me so I snatched the cup of water from his hands and turned back to my ex-fiance sharply.

"We have so much to talk about, Edward-" I started to explain once more.

"We have nothing further to discuss!" He roared back.

"Yes, dammit, we do! I feel bad for what I did and I'm sorry, but don't leave me like this!" I know I sounded desperate, but it was the way I felt. Of course I had emergency funds in an account for precautionaries, but it wasn't money I was worried over. It was my heart, it was my very peice of mind that I was striving tooth and nail for. He couldn't leave me like this, I would have never left him.

"You said it your very self, Isabella, we are through. Your soul will have a fighting chance of being saved now- run while you can." Edward was stonewalling me, and I suppose I should have expected his bitter behavior when I handed over the ring. But honestly, we both did things we didn't mean when we were angry.

I took a deep, calming breath in. "I'm sorry, Edward, let's just go back to the hotel room and-"

Again, he cut me off. "There is nothing to speak on, we mean nothing to each other, and you no longer have the priveledge of wasting my time gandering on the likes of a situation I could give less than two shits about." His hurtful words hit me like fists, so strongly I felt the emotional blows that I had to take a few steps back. Edward allowed me to embarass myself infront of a hallway of hotel guests and people waiting to step onto the elevator shift, only to publicy reject and humiliate me. Never before had I followed a man and confessed my feelings, and never would I do something so stupid and rash again.

"Fuck you, Edward Cullenciano." I screamed melodramaticaly, but it was meant with so much vigor. The word "fuck" left a nasty taste in my mouth and the way he looked at me when I said it made me shrivel back in recoil; surprise and anger adornished his features, but it wasn't enough for me. I felt like taking off one of my high heels and tossing it right at his head, or perhaps I could find salt somwhere and rub it in his wound?

I didn't have time to think of anymore toture ideas when the elevator door began to slowly close. But before it fully eclipsed, I angrily chucked the cup of water at him. With an evil smirk, I hoped that it ruined his nice suit and no one woman would dare to appraoch him in soiled attire. But I shook my head in defeat as I slumped against the wall of the now empty hallway- no woman was crazy enough to deny Edward's company, he was gorgeous and insightful at first. He was every girl's fantasy, what they thought they wanted out of a man for the rest of their lives. Look at me now, an angry voice inside of my screamed. This was what my fantasy man left for me... a lonely, empty vessel where my bubbly manner and socialite smile used to reside. Without thinking of manners or ettiquitte, I leant over and unbuckled the ankle straps of my shoes and slung them along my fingers as I slumped down lower.

The ignorant caddy approached me once more, attempting to push his stale items on me but I waved him away with a nonchalant shrug and sneer to boot. I just sat there, backed up against the wall, considering all of the events that led up to this big blowout and began to envision my future as it would be alone.

It just seemed... lonely.