A/N
*Bella* You don't own me!
*Cullens* Or us!
*Pen and Pencil* Yeah... you own us.
*Creativity* You own me too.
*Stephanie Meyer* Oh yeah! I'm awesome! I own the Cullen's ha ha ha ha!
*Me* Well I can make them do whatever I want! Muahahahahahaha!

^^ I don't own anything.

Bella POV
*Events in NM happened but Edward never came back- so basically just scrap the ending of NM.

"Here's to a world where we can all pretend that vampires and werewolves don't exist." I said raising my glass to no one. I giggled a bit to myself and then took another sip.
I leaned back into my couch and gazed at the room around me. My own apartment. It had taken two years of working long summer hours at the Cafe and spending hours on the weekends organizing clothes at the Boutique but I finally did it.
The room was painted white but colorful paintings adored the walls, two black leather couches and a flat screen T.V.
To the left of the room was the kitchen, my little sanctuary. State of the art appliances and my very own top of the line latte maker.
Coffee was my drug, it was what got me through the day and kept me awake at night when I had long papers due at the university.
Down the hall was my bedroom, the walls were painted a light blue the far wall was a large window over looking the city.
Across from my room was my little craft room of sorts, all my paints were set up in there along with my canvases. Also in that room were my laptop, and writing utensils.
I lived for writing and painting, for once, I was able to express myself without worrying of the criticism I would get.
Not that what people said mattered much to me anymore, I've long since stopped caring.
After the Cullen's and Fuckward left me in Forks four years ago and Jacob decided to become a mini-Sam with his own pack and an ego much too big for him to handle, I decided that it was high time that I took control of my own life.
I applied to the best school of creative arts in the country and was accepted, full scholarship.
Although I still go back to Forks during the holidays to visit Charlie, I try not to associate myself with the pack. I didn't need anymore of their werewolf vs. vampire drama.
The Cullen's had moved on years ago yet they were still stuck in the past, for months after they left I was to. But something just snapped and I realized, that they weren't really all I had them cracked up to be.
Fuckward, as I like to call him and Alice were probably two of the most controlling people on the planet, Esme was a kind lady at heart but I never really wanted a mother-replacement, Rosalie was, well, a bitch; but I knew that even before they left. And that leaves Emmett, Carlisle, and Jasper.
I will always miss Emmett, he was truly the perfect big brother, except of course the fact that he left me in the dirt. Carlisle was a good man, a savior- but I didn't know him very well.
And Jasper, well, Jasper was Jasper. A man who confused me at every turn, yet intrigued me immensely. An enigma of sorts.
But they left and now I'm here. And honestly? There's really not much more to tell.
Which was exactly what I was thinking when I heard a knock on my apartment door and Edward fucking Cullen walked right back into my continuously fucked up life.
Do I ever get a break? Apparently not.
I had opened the door expecting the last delivery of my possessions from my old dorm room, and instead there stood Edward.
There was a time when I thought that he was the most beautiful man alive, but now I don't see anything but a man who walked out of my life without a second thought all those years ago.
My heart didn't start pounding with love and my palms didn't start sweating, I felt nothing but flaming anger ripping through my body.
"What are you doing here?" I asked narrowing my eyes.
"Bella, love, we need to talk." He said giving me that look that I used to adore oh so much, the look I now know he uses only to get what he wants.
My anger boiled, how dare he call me his "Love" he obviously had zero fucking clue what love actually was- you don't walk out on someone with out giving a shit about their opinion. And he needed to talk? Now? Why couldn't he have talked to me oh, I don't know, 3 years ago?!
"Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare call me your love. I am most certainly NOT your love. And you want to talk? Well guess what? I have zero need to talk to you. So get the hell out of my apartment and go back to wherever the hell you have been for the past 3 years!" I crossed my arms over my chest and held my ground.
As I had known, he hadn't changed a bit from the day I last saw him, considering he was a vampire.
"Bella, you do not need to use that type of crude language, it is unladylike and very unbecoming." He lectured me while I stared on in disbelief.
Did he just? Did he just really tell me off? In my own fucking home? How dare he- the nerve of him, coming in here like he owns the goddam place!
"Love, if you will just sit down I can explain everything." He continued before I broke him off mid sentence.
"Like hell I will! You can't just fucking order me around! I am so fucking over being controlled by you, and you must be out of your goddamn mind if you think I am going to stand here and allow myself to be ridiculed by you! Now it was nice having you show up at my house and all and demanding that I talk to you but I think you need to leave. Now."
"Bella, just listen to-"
"Edward, get out of my house right now or so help me." I glared at him and motioned to the door.
"Go." I said finally.
"Fine, but Bella- I'm not done here, I still need to talk to you and I will be back tomorrow." He said before walking back out the door.
Well that's great for him, but I sure as hell am not gonna be here when he comes back tomorrow. Time for a little vacation, I think.