A/N: Okay, I'm planning on finishing this up soon, so I can focus on F&A, I hadn't updated in more than two months! :( Anyways, I hope you like this (:

Chapter 2: Venting.

Breathe. Or at least try to. Just go to the bleachers, force your legs to do it, and then go with the flow. Come on Bella, you can do it, don't be such a baby.

I can't.

Yes you can, and please focus. You're going nuts; you're talking to yourself now.

Sigh.

My legs were jelly, by the time I reached the main gate. I went to my truck, left my bag, and headed for the bleachers on the football field. I sat, -because I truly was about to pass out from anxiety and fear, - and waited. I was scared, terrified. I didn't know what was so important that he needed to tell me, or what made him realize what he had done, so he felt the urge to apologize.

Anyways, I waited, and waited… and waited, until the clock said I had been sitting there like an idiot for almost half an hour. I got to the conclusion that it was more time than he deserved, and got up, fighting the tears that were starting to well up in my eyes, squared my shoulders, turned around, around, almost running to my truck, and when I got there, I reached the handle, and yanked it so hard it hit the car next to mine's door, and it was just arriving to the parking lot.

"Damnit" I closed my eyes. I was closer to tears that a minute ago. I was going to lose it at any moment now. Then I opened my eyes, took a deep breath, and braced myself to face the enraged driver whose… Silver Volvo I had hit.

That was it.

The first sob that came out of my mouth was so dramatic, that I mentally slapped myself for showing weakness in front of him. Ugh. I jumped into the driver's seat and slammed the door of my truck in time to see him reach the handlebar and yank it open again.

"Bella, wait," he begged.

"You're late. You always are. You had your chance, and missed it. Now leave me alone." I was trying to be strong, in spite of the river flooding from my eyes.

"Bella, please, there's a reason for that. Let me explain"

"I don't want to hear it. I'm sick of your lies!" I was almost yelling now.

"Please, Bella! Let me explain, let me take this risk. I have nothing left to lose. But I need to find out, to know what you feel. Please"

"Why?" That was all I could say.

"Because… I need you. I need you so I can breathe, so I can live. I need you to know everything, to know the truth. Please," He closed his eyes, and his expression was so agonizing it ripped a hole wide open in my chest, like those poisons that burn you inside, like cyanide. I sobbed harder, and harder, until he got on the passenger's seat and wrapped me in his arms, and- even though I was feeling the worst pain of my life- I was home.

"Please, let's go to my car," He said and when I didn't answer, he lifted me in his arms and carried me to his passenger's seat, closed the door, and got in the driver's.

"Bella, look at me" He took held my cheeks with both his hands, looked me square in the eye and said: "Trying to stay away from you was the worst mistake of my life. I have to confess I was scared. I put all the blame on you, and I hurt you the worst way possible. You have suffered because of me more than you deserve to suffer in your entire life and fore life and afterlife and, and… I hate myself for what I did and I don't want to be that blind man anymore, the one that has pure and utter happiness right in front of his nose, and doesn't take it because he's fucking full of shit and likes to hurt the thing he loves the most. Look, I know I don't deserve you, but I'm selfish enough to admit that I want you. I love you with my heart, soul and life… That's all I had to say. So please, Bella, forgive me."

"I c-can't."

"W-why?" He cried.

Now it was my turn to be the bitch. Even if it broke me inside, I was going to test him. I was going to let him have a sneak-peek of everything I'd been through, because of him.

"Now, do not dare cry." I glared at him and took a deep breath "Why are you suffering? What for? Weren't you the one who broke up with me? Who told me we were over because you were 'not good enough for me', that it was 'for my own good', and because it was 'the best thing for us to do' now that 'we didn't understood each other anymore'? What was the point of that, if now you say it was all wrong? Do you like to see people suffer? Because if you do, I'm sure you had a hell of a lot of fun. And I'm not talking just for me, I'm talking to all those other poor girls who you knew had a crush on you, and whose heart you loved to play with and destroy. That is not fair, you know? It hurts and you don't have the faintest idea of how much. You don't know what I've been through the last eight months. On vacation, I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, and I didn't speak. To anyone. My parents were so worried, that they decided to take me to a bunch of shrinks because they thought I was going nuts, and I was, indeed. What you did, hurt me, my family and my friends. So please you try to understand that. And try to live in my shoes through all of that again. And let's see if you can bear it."

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XO, Ellie.

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