BPOV

I dragged my cold, wet body and my heavy feet up my driveway.

Charlie wasn't home. I guess he was at the station.

I took my time climbing the stairs because I knew if I went any faster, I would probably collapse.

I knew the right remedy for me in this type of situation: a shower.

I needed one anyway. My hair was matted, and the skin under my wet clothes was cold, pale, and wrinkled.

One by one, I threw my articles of clothing to the ground, the weight on my body, decreasing with each piece I tossed. Before long, I stood, naked, relieved and tired.

I walked in the bathroom and flicked the lights on.

My eyes gazed from the tiled floor to sink, and then the tub, which right at this point, looked so appealing to my needs. I stepped with nimble feet on the cold tiles and made my way across to the tub.

I grasped the knobs and adjusted it so the water fell with the hot water I craved. I watched as the steam from the water made its way from the faucet to my face in a matter of seconds and when it hit, I was in bliss.

There was something missing though. I needed something comforting and essential to every bath: bubbles.

I crossed over to the sink and opened the cabinet below to reveal my collection of body washes, shampoos, conditioners, bath bubbles and bath salts. I knelt down and grabbed the freesia bubble bath as well as the matching body salts.

Making my way back to the bath, I sprinkled almost all of the body salts and poured the bubble bath by the faucet.

I watched as the bubbles grew vastly in size as it almost over flooded the tub. I turned the water off and began to climb into the tub. One foot touched the water and I cursed as I noticed the water was too hot.

I will be neon pink by the time I get out of here.

Taking the risk of getting in the water instead of waiting, I stepped in the tub with my other foot and slowly lied back.

I closed my eyes in pure ecstasy and let the body salts below me do wonders with my body.

I felt the warmth return to my once frigid body as the bubbles exfoliated and lifted dirt.

My pressed myself against the bottom of the tub as I slid down and let the water engulf me.

I opened my eyes in the water and let my gaze take over.

I watched as the bubbles spread open to let me set my gaze on the peeling, lime green paint on the ceiling.

Getting bored, I closed my eyes tightly.

I had to think of something. Anything would do about now.

My mind bombarded me with the good times Edward and I had; I remember a few months ago, when he took me to a kid's park in the moonlight.

"Edward, why are we in a kid's park at ten at night?"

"Because."

"As if that answer wasn't vague enough." I rolled my eyes, sarcasm dripping from my tone.

"Just try to have fun, okay," I pouted. He laughed again before pulling me into his embrace and pressing his lips to mine. I loved it when he did that.

"Come on," he said breathlessly. I never knew vampires could get breathless. I have some nice effects on him.

He led me to the swing set, which lightly swung in the steady breeze. I sat down as Edward disappeared behind me.

"Are you ready?" I jumped at how close he was, but liked how his frosty breath tickled my ears.

"Yeah." He pushed me lightly and it felt good. It was the perfect speed in the perfect setting. After he pushed me a few times, I came back and nearly fell off the swing. He just tickled me. He fell back, covered in laughter. I got up and crossed my arms over my chest, my mouth in a pout.

"Babe, don't do that. I was just joking with you."

"But you know I hate getting tickled."

"And that, my dear, is why I did it. It was unexpected and you didn't see it coming."

"I hate you, Edward Cullen." I smiled.

"Oh really? Don't make me tickle you again."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Would you like to take me up on that?"

"I know you wouldn't do it."

"So you say." And before I could even blink, there he was, standing in front of me, lightly carrying me to the ground with him. He tickles were furious and I had no way of escape—he had me pinned to the ground beneath him.

"Edward, stop!!" I giggled.

"No, I wouldn't do it, remember?"

"Okay, okay, you would do it, now stop."

"I'll stop if you don't test me again." A smirk covered his features.

"O—kay, I promise. Now, stop!" He stopped and I finished the last of my giggles. We stared into each other's eyes, as they both glistened in the moonlight. I pushed my body against his and lifted my head. He caught on and moved closer to me, as we closed the distance between us together.

I don't know what words can be used to describe it, but it left me breathless and floating on a cloud. It was an everything-in-one-kiss type of kiss. We apologized for everything, we forgave each other for our bad times, and we reconnected all without the use of words. I can clearly say that when we were done, the look in his eyes had changed, and I would guess mine did the same. There was something about that kiss that changed us, and I don't know what it was, but I thought it was something good that made us come closer together. Now, it seems like that kiss broke us apart, in so many ways, it's almost unbearable.

I opened my eyes and almost immediately saw a floating figure above me. I screamed, swallowing the water as I emerged. I looked around and there was no one there.

What the hell?

I may be paranoid, but that was no mere image that can be created in my head and be projected realistically. Someone was here.

I quickly scrubbed myself clean and washed my hair so clean I might have a tender scalp tomorrow.

I grabbed the nearest towel and exited the tub, unplugging it so it can drain out.

I exited the bathroom with light feet as I quickly returned to my room. No one was in here. I let my eyes travel across my room for anything that could be out of place and stopped at my window: it was open.

I never opened that window.

I walked over and looked out before shutting it, locking it, and pulling the shade over it. No one was outside either.

I went through my closet and found my favorite worn out, holed sweatpants. Alice had tried to persuade me in trying to get rid of them but I wouldn't let her. It was my only thing besides my old, oversized t-shirt that kept me connected to my home in Arizona.

Throwing my old tee on as well, I rushed combing through the knots in my hair, before quietly going downstairs. The TV was on when I reached the bottom.

That wasn't on either.

I closed in on my living room. Peeking around the corner, I saw Charlie sitting in his chair.

Thank God.

"Hey dad." He turned before smiling at me.

"Oh hey Bells. How are you? I haven't seen you around lately."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Alice has been kidnapping me."

"Alice? Well tell her I said hello."

"Will do. Um, Dad?"

"Yes, Bells." He turned back to me.

"Were you upstairs?"

"Uh, yeah. I went to go see if you were home. I didn't see you in your room, but I opened the window. It was kind of stuffy in there."

"Did you happen to come into the bathroom?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I thought I left the light on from this morning, so I went to go take it off when I noticed the bubbles. I went to go drain the tub and noticed you were in there."

I blushed.

"You didn't see anything, right?" He turned his attention back to me in horror.

"No!!! I just saw your face before walking out."

Okay, good. That would definitely be weird.

"Okay." I said turning away.

"Alright, see you tomorrow."

"Okay, Dad."

I removed myself from the living room and made my way to the kitchen. I hadn't eaten all day and I was starving. Not really in the mood to cook something, I pulled out a bowl, some Lucky Charms, and milk. I ate that as I listened to the game playing in the living room. The Redskins were losing to the Dolphins. And if it was one thing I knew, Dad wasn't happy.

I finished eating my cereal and went to the sink and rinsed off everything before sticking them in the dish holder to dry. I glared at the clock on the stove. It read 8:08. It was still early, but I was tired as can be, so I retired to my room for the rest of the night.

My dream when I slept was more like a nightmare. I dreamt over and over about the events of when Edward left the first time and then—as if automatically—Edward's departure yesterday. The images played with a fast pace, as if it was reliving the memories in the exact speed. To top it off, my ears rung with the conversations, as well. I was in the same position, reliving each and every moment as if I were actually there.

I opened my eyes with such force I never thought I could humanely do, gasping. My air was taken from my lungs and my hand once again, found its spot over my heart.

I was sweating bullets and my hair was matted once again. My shirt stuck to me like glue. I ran my hand across my eyes. I was crying. I brought my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, as if seeking security and protection from this pain. I rocked myself, until my emotions were manageable and faced to turn my clock. The bright red numbers acknowledged that it was eight in the morning. I was still exhausted and lied back down on my wet pillow in an attempt to fall back asleep.

And when it actually did happen, the images and sounds reappeared.

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EPOV

The flight to Alaska was uneventful as always. Even in first class, I get bored.

The flight attendant wouldn't stop flirting with me. It was ridiculous. She looked ridiculous at her miniscule attempts at trying to woo me. There are only two people that woo me: Bella and Tanya. All the flight attendant did was humiliate herself. I would've laughed in her face but I didn't want to appear rude.

I arrived at a small, desolate home ten minutes after my departure from the airport.

I hadn't even made it to the door without being bombarded by a shrill.

"EDWARRRDDD!!!" Tanya ran up and embraced me. She must've missed me.

"Hey Tanya," I simply responded, looking down at the blonde bombshell.

Her thoughts were usually explicit when I heard them, but not this time. She sounded sincere. That wasn't like her in any way possible.

"I missed Edward. I really did. I wish he would just come back to me. We both know we can't do without the other, so why does he insist on putting us both in suffering? I want it to be me and him and he knows that. I could show him I loved him in so many other ways than that involuntary human, he so to say "loves", can. I was the one who showed him how I first felt years ago, and I still show him. He obviously keeps coming back."

Okay, that was enough. I came here for relaxation and release, not for a guilt trip.

I was blind-sighted once again with the sight of Bella and I stiffened. Tanya must've noticed and looked up to meet my eyes with her big and flirtatious ones.

Oh did I miss Tanya. I always wondered what our relationship would be like with just her and me, without Bella. I suppose we would be happy, but I would never know. If anything, Tanya was the only one I was close to loved in this boring, uneventful, immortal life and I wasn't sure if it was just because of the incredible sex or my developing feelings for her. I just wasn't sure.

"I've missed you, Tanya." I felt a smile creep on my face.

"I've missed you too, Edward." She returned the smile.

"Really? How much?" I raised an eyebrow as mischief crossed her face.

"I can show you better than I can tell you."

"Then do show, my love."

She released me and grabbed onto my hand as we scurried into the house.

Let the games begin and round one commence!

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I can clearly claim that being the most exciting sex I have ever had.

I stared around the room as I noted everything that was broken: the dresser, the bed, the lamp, the nightstand, the TV, and the bedroom door. In the living room however, there are no surviving pieces of furniture.

I was on the floor with Tanya lying on my chest. She stared absentmindedly out the window as I stared at her. I ogled the shape of her naked body and came to the conclusion that it would be more appealing to use my hand, so I began where my eyes left off with the inside of my thumb.

As my hand was occupied, my mind raced with thoughts of what just happened.

I knew relaxing and forgetting Bella would be this easy. It always is. I need to come more often though. Last night was exhilarating and breath-taking, which is weird because I really have no use for breathing. I am and still can do all the things with Tanya that I wasn't and still can't do with Bella, not like I'll make love to her anyways. Yes, strawberry blondes aren't my type, brunettes are, but I am willing to excuse Tanya from this. What would I do without her? I would probably be depressed every time I fought with Bella. I had no reason to be depressed when I was with Tanya. It is almost like enlightenment. She always knew the correct ways to lure my mind off of things, especially with her acts of seduction.

Tanya interrupted my train of thought.

"Edward?"

"Yes, Tanya?"

""If you sleep with me every time you come here, why are you still with that fragile human?"

That was a good question. Why was I still with Bella? When I thought it over, it was easy to answer.

"If I leave her, I might be worse than I was before and she wouldn't be able to deal with herself." That's for damn sure. "She might try a suicide attempt, also. It may not be like her, but I think she might be willing to make an exception. I wouldn't want that to happen. Charlie and Renee would definitely suffer and then there's the whole protection thing. If I protect her, I feel like I am doing something productive. If she's dead, I'll be bored and I need something to do while I'm alive, don't I?" Tanya chuckled.

"Oh, I see. So it's guilt on both sides, and you don't want to drop her flat on her face. Well, then again she wouldn't need your help to do that would she?" We were both filled with hysterics after that.

I don't know how I ever left Tanya. She was mysteriously seductive and knew what she wanted and how to get it. I see now how she keeps getting me caught up with her. I don't try to stop her though because deep down, I really want her as bad as she wants me.

I saw Tanya peer up at me with a devilish smile on her face.

"Want another round?"

Oh, hell, yeah!

"Round two, ding, ding, ding."

Right when we were about to 'reconnect' my phone rang.

"Ignore it." Tanya said forcibly putting her lips to mine.

"It might be Alice. You know she won't stop calling."

"She can wait."

I reached for my phone despite Tanya's wishes and paused in shock. When I didn't return the kisses, Tanya looked at me, confused.

"What's wrong? Who is it?"

Shit. This is not supposed to be happening to me.

"It's…Bella."

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OoOoOoOoO Edward, shame on you!! You should be ashamed, but your issues are about to get worse.

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