Chapter 7!

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EPOV

I couldn't believe she just left me like that. She didn't even listen to me or what I had to say about Chelsea. It was a mistake.

One that practically ruined my relationship with Bella.

I never thought I would be that guy. I never wanted to be that guy.

But I am.

And I can't change that.

I don't want to be the guy who goes around cheating on the one he loves. Even if the one he loves doesn't even know that she is loved.

God, I couldn't believe myself. I acted like such an asshole to her earlier. She was so fucking right. I am a goddamned hypocrite. I went in her house and demanded honesty, when I wasn't being completely honest myself. She had every right to slap me. I wish she would have done more, lord knows I deserve all of what she had to give me.

Tony was right, she deserved so much better than me.

Tony.

I wanted to kill him. He went bragging around to most people in the club about how he had gotten in her pants. He had lied about her. I guess he did get in her pants in way. But he didn't fuck her. Then I'd be forced to kill him.

I was such a fuck up. Bella wasn't mine to have. She wasn't mine to be protective of. She wasn't mine.

And that was my fault.

I was the one who didn't want to be tied down. I was the one who wanted to be able to live the high life. I chose this life over my life and that's my fault.

Oh god I love her.

I was the one who turned her into 'a heartless bitch' as I had so rudely put it earlier.

God I was such a fuck up.

I ran a hand through my hair and dragged myself off of the bench. I slowly stood up and felt a shooting pain in my leg, that asshole had tackled the shit out of my leg. I sighed heavily, it felt like the weight of the world was resting upon my shoulders. And it was my fault. If I hadn't have gotten so fucked up over my midterm project I would probably still be with Bella today going out to post graduation parties, living life and being happy. But instead I was a eighteen years old sitting alone in a bar wallowing over my lost love.

I was such a dick.

I made my way over to the bar and ordered a rum and coke. I quickly drank it and started to feel the pressure start to lift itself off off my shoulder with every pass of the burning liquid going down my throat.

So I drank.

And drank.

And drank.

And I didn't stop until I started to feel that Rita was pretty. That's always how you know when It's time to leave. I got up from the stool and headed out the door. My phone started to ring once I had made it outside.

"Edward?" My older sister, Alice's voice shrieked from the little phone.

"A-A-Alice?" I slurred.

"You're drunk? Haven't we talked about this already. You get so fucking shitfaced and make dumbass decisions! Please just…let me get you." She pleaded.

I straightened out and tried to sound a little less drunk. I was fucking fine, and I knew I wasn't that drunk, anyway when I drink it only makes me more aware of what I am doing. Anyways I was a fucking great driver.

"I am fine, Alice." I lied, "I swear I'll get a ride from some one here, I promise." I lied again.

"Just be safe okay? Don't make me have to hunt you down to make sure you get home..." She threatened.

"Bye, Alice."

"Edward!-" Her little voice sounded so broken, but I couldn't be worried about her on top of all the shit I was going through so I hung up.

I pushed a hand through my thick hair and went to my Volvo, pulling the door open roughly. I grunted angrily. Hopping in the car, I quickly stuck the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking space.

I sped out of the parking lot and into the night.

It was so fucking dark, there had to be more fucking street lights somewhere! I don't think it was usually this dark at this time of night.

My headlights weren't on! That explains it…..

I looked down to flick them on when a bright flash of lights rushed up on me.

Then there was blackness. I had crashed...

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