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Present Day. Four Seasons Hotel: Bella's Room

I stare at my puffy face, tear streaked and red. I'm a mess. When weren't you a mess? My throat is raw and my chest hurts. Fuck, everything hurts. Splashing cold water on my face, I inhale a deep breath before leaving the bathroom.

My phone beeps. Leah.

I reach over and listen to her voicemail.

"Bella," her voice is shaking and quiet. Shit. What's happened now? "Um, something's going on with mom. She left again. I think it's my fault," she says while crying. "I just, I don't, just call me back. I don't know what to do," she breaks off sobbing. "Please, call me."

The message ends. Goddamn it. My mother is always pulling this kind of shit. Leaving for days at a time and her asshole husband always blames my sister. I'm so tired. I'm tired and I don't have the energy to deal with this right now.

Letting out a growl, I call my mother.

"Hello," her voice is quiet. She knows what's coming.

"Are you kidding me?" I demand. "You can't just leave every time you get angry. Leah is calling me, sobbing Mom."

She's quiet. It pisses me off.

"Are you going to answer?" I say my tone cold.

"Leah is awful to me, and Charlie just lets her -

I see red.

"What the hell is wrong with you. Are you even listening to yourself? Leah has nothing to do with this," I cut in. "This is about you being a shitty parent. So spare me your excuses. Go home mom." I say.

"How can you say something like that!" She cries and I roll my eyes. "You know how she is-

"What I know is that she's extremely upset and worried about you, stop blaming her for your bad behavior," I say.

"But she-

"Look I'm tired and I've had a shitty night Mom, I don't have the energy to deal with your bullshit tonight," I say. "Go home and get your husband's claws out of my sister's back. Leah has enough problems as it is." I say before hanging up and tossing my phone on the bed.

Jesus Christ. Mother of year.

Renee is a typical example of someone who never should have had kids. She doesn't have one maternal bone in her body. To her we're just problems, something in her way.

I shoot Leah a text saying I called mom and that she should be back tonight.

I walk over to the fridge and grab a bottle of wine. I fully plan to drink until I forget how Edward's face looked while locking hands with Tanya.

The first time I met Tanya comes to mind. I instantly hated her. She was sweet, successful and clearly smitten with Edward. My father fawned over her like some long lost daughter and Edward looked at her the way he used to look at me. I knew in that moment I'd lost him completely. And I hated her for that.

I bring the bottle to my lips, no need for a glass. I'm drinking alone. You're always alone. I cough a little. I don't even like wine. But I need this, I need the numbness, I need to forget how much this hurts.

Halfway through the bottle, and I'm drunk. My eyes feel heavy and my body feels dizzy.

A loud bang echoes through the room. I nearly jump out of my skin. Stumbling over to the door, I look through the peep hole.

It's Edward. Shit. I don't want him to see me like this. Maybe if I ignore him he'll just think I'm sleeping.

His face is twisted up.

He knocks again.

"Open the door Bella, I know you're awake," He demands.

Fuck. He sounds angry. My hands tremble at my side. I shiver at his tone. I want him to go away. I want him to come in. I want him to say he loves me. I want him to want to marry me instead.

"Seriously Bella, I'm not leaving until you open this damn door," He says.

I jump at his loudness. Slowly I open the door.

He looks disheveled, but his eyes are narrow as he forces his way in.

"This isn't what you wanted?" He demands and goosebumps erupt down my arms. "So what is it that you wanted."

The room suddenly feels small. He's too much and the fog from the wine disappears. He's too far and too close. His stance goes rigid with my silence. He takes a step forward towards me and I step back, my lower back hitting the table. His eyes are wild and there's a flush to his cheeks. Apparently I wasn't the only one drinking tonight. It shouldn't make me feel smug, I should feel bad that I've crashed his wedding. That I told him the truth instead of just letting him be.

But I don't feel bad. I'm a bitch.

"I'm done playing games with you Bella," he whispers, his tone cold. "So what was it then? What was it that you wanted when you looked me in the eye and told me to move on."

Author's Note: Angry Edward makes me swoon. And can we talk about how bitchy Renee is? I know making Renee a classic bad mother is cliche on here, but I'm hoping to do it in a realistic way. Leah is a character that doesn't get much love on , so I really wanted to put her in this story. I actually like Leah and I think she's one of the most underrated characters in the series. Like that whole situation with Sam, that was seriously messed up. That would turn anyone into a bitch. Anyways, please let me know what you think! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Until tomorrow Friends!