Sorry for the delay guys - life's been crazy for the last while.

Here's an update although I don't think many of you will like it :( It sure wasn't fun writing it! Let me know what you all think, and I can give you a little snippet of the next chapter where things do get better, promise!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight.

The party at the Cullen's house was, as expected, the craziest and wildest party of the year. The place was decorated beautifully, keeping up with the Bond theme that we had for prom. Edward had left prom before Alice and I, saying that he had to take care of something at the house before we got there. I didn't bring up our conversation from the night before, because I didn't want to ruin the mood of the night and our prom together. Plus, we would figure everything out later like we always did.

But why did I have this horrible feeling in my gut that everything wasn't going to be alright?

I thought last night was bad, but it got worse during prom. Instead of enjoying himself with me, Edward hung around in the corners of the gym, not dancing but guzzling back the alcohol he sneaked in. He stumbled everywhere, luckily not getting caught by any of our teachers, and barely danced or even interacted with me. I was beyond annoyed at him, considering he barely ever drank at all, but he could have at least kept in check for my damn prom. So when we got to the house and he wasn't there, I was even more pissed off. Another thing he barely ever did – lie to me. That's when I knew something was wrong.

I was drinking a beer with Alice in the kitchen when I heard Jessica giggling behind me.

"Did you see Edward? God, he was so smashed. And that blonde he was with? She looked like a fucking Barbie doll. Like, excuse me, but you really don't need that much makeup."

My heart dropped, and I spun around to see her gossiping to Lauren and some other girl I didn't know.

"Where is he?" I asked her, trying to control the anger that I felt creeping up.

Jessica looked at me with disgust before realizing who I really was, and smirked. "I saw him go upstairs. And the blonde was right behind him."

The horrible feeling I had only worsened, and I headed up the stairs, straight to his bedroom. I heard sounds coming from inside – the bed creaking, and a girl moaning. It was when I heard a familiar male voice groaning that I saw red and swung the door open.

The searing pain I felt from Renee punching me and beating me senseless was nothing compared to what I saw in front of me.

Edward was lying down on his bed, eyes closed, and his dress pants pulled down to his knees while the blonde girl was bent over and blowing him. As the door opened and hit the wall, she immediately pulled back and shrieked. Before she had a chance to say anything, Edward drunkenly attempted to push her off and pull his pants off before walking towards me.

"Did you want something, Isabella?"

The air in my lungs completely left when he called me by my full name. The name that only my mother used, especially before she would beat me. He had never called me Isabella.

Edward frowned as I stood in silence, both feeling my heart break into pieces and my anger rising as I tried to control it.

"Hello? Have you officially lost it? Here I was just enjoying myself and – " The sound of my slap across his face echoed the hallway and whipped to the side from my impact. His cheek was pink from where I hit him and he chuckled darkly. "Nice hand. I wonder where you learnt that from."

"Edward," I gasped as everything he was saying to me was ripping a whole into my chest.

"Yes?" He smirked, still swaying slightly from the alcohol in his system.

I looked up to him, hoping I would see something in his eyes that would tell me this was all a misunderstanding, but they were dark and completely lost. He was looking at me like I was no one. "What are you doing?"

He frowned, looking confused. "Well, what does it look like? I'm getting a head start."

"Head start for what? What are you talking about?"

He nodded his head and leaned on his doorframe, stumbling when he missed it the first time. "For college. I'm not a commitment guy, Isabella. So I'll be going to college single, picking up whatever hot bitch I want, and fucking them whenever I please. I couldn't do that with you dragging along, so that's why I picked Stanford."

I took a step backwards, trying to keep myself composed because I would not allow myself to shed a tear in front of him "Are you fucking out of your mind? Stop making shit up, Edward. Tell me the truth."

He tapped his finger on his lips and smirked. "You know, now that I think about it, this could've been so much easier. I could've just let Renee do her thing, you know? I mean, it would've saved me the trouble cause she could've just got rid of you her way."

The next sound that echoed through the hallway was the sound of the crack from my fist colliding with his nose. He yelled in pain and clutched his nose, the girl that he was with screaming and running up to see if he was alright. Once she touched his arm, I saw red. I grabbed her by the neck and spun her around to the other wall, slamming her head against it as she screeched. As I clenched her neck, my mind flashed to the moment where my mother did the same to me and the pain of that pulled me back. I let her go and she slouched to the ground, holding her neck and crying.

I looked back at Edward, who was still clutching his nose as I could see blood around his fingers. I wanted nothing more to hurt him again, to show him how much he hurt me, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. I wouldn't be like my mother, in any way.

"I never want to see you again, Edward. Goodbye."

I turned away and left the two of them in the hallway together, as I hoped they would enjoy their miserable lives together while they lived with what they had done. I would leave Forks two days after, spending my summer in Massachusetts with Charlie before moving into my own apartment near Harvard, leaving my friends and family in Forks and the memories with them.

But most of all, leaving any love I had for Edward Cullen.