Apologies in advance for the language in this chapter, but you have been warned. I don't normally use language like this but when I'm upset my language tends to get a bit rude, worse depending on how upset I am... And I just found out that my best friend's mother, who I saw as a second mother almost has died, so forgive me for it. Also, sorry for the wait, again.

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Edward POV

Damn, Damn, Damn! I had completely forgotten that Carlisle had promised to check me over for any new marks once a week (AN// so did I, thanks to AmShe256 for reminding me....) and now he was going to see the multitude of new cuts on my skin. Fuckity fuck fuck. He was going to destroy something for sure this time, maybe any semblance of privacy I still have.

If he removes my door or tries to pull any other shit like that, then I am going to be seriously pissed. And I mean really, it's not like I was doing anything that bad. I mean, I'm not hurting myself any more than what would happen if I fell over, and if you really wanted to get technical, then it was safer 'cause there was no chance of me being stranded anywhere after I broke a leg or anything.

Why does he fucking have to do this? Maybe if I don't remind him he'll forget. That would be good, but seems doubtful. Maybe if I went and locked myself in the bathroom he would just leave me alone... Great idea, if only he hadn't fucking changed the fucking door handle to one without a fucking lock!!

I buried myself under my covers, hoping that if he thought I wasn't asleep he would leave me alone and do it some other time after I had thought of an action plan. I involuntarily stiffened as I heard footsteps down the hall, and my door creak open from its semi-closed position. The light was flicked on and my covers pulled off. OK, so he wasn't going to let me sleep.

I glared at him, giving him my best 'I-hate-you-go-die-in-a-fucking-hole' glare, but he just acted as if he couldn't see it. Fucking bastard. He ordered me to take off my shirt and jeans, and stand with my legs shoulder width apart and arms out parallel to the ground. Fucking hell, as if I was going to do something just because he said I had to. I almost had the upper hand here, he had already taken away my privacy, car, free time, and practically everything else I valued, so he didn't exactly have anything to threaten me with. I could just lie there in my little ball for as long as I wanted, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Except for that. Really, threatening to undress me himself was low, even for him. I mean, really, I have been dressing myself for years; I'm not some fucking three year old!!

Grumbling under my breath, I stood up and reluctantly did as he commanded, but carefully not showing any emotion on my face. Best to let him think that none of the shit he pulled would affect me or what I do.

He frowned at me as he made careful notes on a notebook he had produced out of thin air, noting all the new cuts (a total of 23) and their positioning. Fucking meticulous much?

Why can't he just fucking leave me alone! It doesn't fucking matter what I did to myself. It was nothing more than what I would get if I fell over; it's not such a big deal! Killing myself wasn't such a big thing either, not like how he was trying to make it. We all have to fucking die anyway; all I'm doing is speeding up the process a little. It would be better to die now, when no-one cares, before I have a chance to have a family of my own and people obliged to care for me.

Goddamnit. He was giving me one of those looks. You know the ones that say 'you are in major shit and you aren't getting out of it'? Yeah, one of those ones. Fuck, I'm in for it.

I smirked at him, trying to convey that yeah, he had tried to stop me, and no, it hadn't worked; so now what was he going to do?

OK, so what do you think Edward's punishment should be? Please let me know. At the moment I have no idea where this story is going, and I'm sorry for the ultra-shortness, but at the moment I really can't find the will in me to do anything really, let alone write anything major. Please let me know about his punishment, cause I am stuck for ideas, but then I've already said that. Please review. Until next time.