My mouth dropped open. "Are you even fucking serious? YOU ARE NOT my father. You are not my mother. You CANNOT control me." Adrien grabbed my wrist, his iron grip, stronger and more forceful than before.

"I AM YOU'RE HUSBAND." He said through gritted teeth. I thrashed away from him.

"Not for long if you keep this up." The words raced out of my mouth before I could stop then. His hand dropped and his eyes filled with something I had never seen before. Panic, sadness…

"I'm sorry…Adrien..hold on."

"Forget it. It's fine whatever." He stepped out of the car in one motion as he ran in the direction of the woods.

I sat in the seat for what seemed like hours, but it was only minutes. What had I said? How could I have been so stupid as to let something like that slip? It wasn't even true. So why had I said it? The words Adrien had muttered earlier reflected in my head from earlier.

"Are you going to go as far as to push me out too?" I felt sick, I wanted to make myself throw up, feel like I deserved to die. But I hadn't eaten anything. I couldn't cough up blood either. And cutting myself would do nothing. I would just come together again. I walked slowly into the dark house and flipped the switch. An idea sparked my mind. I ran to the kitchen and opened the freezer. I would MAKE myself sick. I pulled out a large tub of rock road ice cream. It was Adrien's favorite when he wanted to eat. Even enclosed in the casing it smelled gross. I grabbed a spoon from one of the drawers and plopped myself onto the coach with a rerun of I Love Lucy. I dug into the hard food as I gulped down the spoonfuls. I felt ready to gag after every bite but I continued reminding myself, this is the punishment for what I have caused. This is the punishment for telling lies. This is the punishment for not letting Adrien help. I could barely concentrate on the redheaded Lucy as she ran across the scream, a monkey on her back. I felt ready to die, to faint…to do something. I clutched my stomach as a low rumble was let out. I took a last bite and the spoon dropped to the floor as my hands began to tremble. I walked woozily to the bathroom, crashing into a wall and leaving a mark. I dropped to the ground around the toilet. I opened my mouth, willing to let all the ice cream out…but nothing happened. I couldn't do it. My stomach wouldn't let me. I rocked back and forth violently until I fell over, onto to the ground.

APOV

I ran further, faster, stronger, until I knew I needed to rest. What had happened? How could everything have gotten so out of hand in so little time? Why couldn't I just let things be? If Bella didn't want to talk she didn't have to. But I WAS her husband, I knew that she was on the verge of a mental break down if no words came out of her mouth. I wanted so badly to help. To be able to make everything better, just as I had done when Bella had been human. I brushed my hair back violently. I didn't know where to go. What to do? What would I say when I got home? Maybe we could talk, just quietly, I could apologize and everything would be okay. But it would never be the same not until Bella decided to let me in. I turned back, heading home. It was dark now. She had had time to cool off. I rammed my hand into a maple tree. WHY had we come here? Why hadn't I made us leave when everything was going badly at first sight? Was it because I was self centered? Because I only cared about making myself happy? I had to admit, being with Emmett and Jasper and everyone had been nice. I could talk to others that knew me for what I was. But at a price, my wife. I loved Bella more than life itself. I would die for her, do anything just to make her happy. I would jump off a bridge, I would kill someone if it made her happy. I stopped in front of the front door. The lights were on in the living room and I could hear the tv on. So things had calmed down.

"Bella?" I called as I entered quietly. No answer. Maybe she wanted to ignore me. "Bella sweetie? Can we talk? I promise I won't get mad." Still no response. I stepped into the light of the room. There was an empty tub of ice cream, spilling onto the carpet with a spoon. "BELLA!" I said again, this time with more panic in my voice. I ran into the only other place with a light… the bathroom. I looked in tentatively. Bella lay, crumpled in a heap, her eyes closed, her face contorted in pain. "Bella?" I rubbed her shoulder lightly. No response. Nothing. What was wrong? I put two and two together. She'd eaten human food, and was sick. But WHY? I dialed the Cullens home quickly. "Carlise?" I said urgently into the receiver.

"No, its Edward." He answer, his voice guarded, but slightly taken aback.

"Edward get me Carlisle. I need to talk to him. Please. It's urgent." My voice lowered, until I understood the true seriousness of the matter.

"What's wrong?" His voice was rough and loud, unlike its usual velvetiness.

"She's sick." My voice broke and there was a deep intake of breath on the other line.

"She can't be sick."

"Well she is so if you could kindly get your father on the line that would be very helpful. Unless you want her to die," I said coldly.

"No! Of course not. Hold on." Edward responded automatically. Obviously he was shocked.

"Adrien."

I let out a sigh of relief and recounted what had happened.

"Bring her over straight away." He commanded, his voice rising into a Doctoral tone. I sped through the darkness, Bella huddled in my arms, motionless. I prayed to god, if there was a god that she would be okay. Of course I was mad at what she had said. But I hadn't meant for it to end like this. I shook my head angrily. Nothing was going to end. Bella would come out alive. Bella would stay my wife, even if I had to beg and let her do everything she wanted. Without her…I would die…I would kill myself…

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