A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the delay. I've had the worst full week of school and the workload is ridiculous. Thanks to everyone that reviewed the last chapter. I know I didn't get back to you guys, but I will. (:

This chapter's a little short, and I'm sorry about that. Enjoy !

BPOV

And there he stood. A mere 10 feet away from me and yet, I couldn't speak. I was scared of course, but there was another feeling.

A feeling I thought I would never have when staring into the eyes of my Edward: desire.

I had a strong feeling of desire for him even thought I shouldn't have after everything he's done. I don't understand it.

I mean, is this how abused women see their abusers? Do they still continue to love them? Is that why it makes it hard for some of them to get away and seek help?

"Ugh, why is this so hard?" I screamed as I stomped into Alice's room and slammed the door. I fell back against the door and allowed the tears to fall down.

All the times we held hands, all the times we lied together, all the times we shared kisses, all the notes that he wrote me, all the times he was just there.

I felt my knees buckle beneath me and I collapsed on the cool floor. I looked to my right and there was my duffle bag. Pulling myself over to it, I opened the side pocked and pulled out my cell phone.

I powered it on and within minutes my home screen was staring at me. It was Edward and me, staring at each other with such adoration, it's almost unrecognizable now.

The day the picture was taken, it was a rare sunny day in Forks, and the Cullens decided that we should "picnic" in the backyard. I remember being so happy then, so carefree. What happened?

Tanya happened to Edward.

Edward happened to me.

And here I am, with all these photographs.

Haha, funny.

When Mike broke up with Jessica for the first time, Jessica could not stop listening to this one song, and I told her to stop. It only made her sadder and sadder with each passing minute she listened to it. And now it's playing in my head.

Fell in love, I fell in love

Thought he was the one for me,

Other boys I could not see.

And look what happened to our love,

I'm like how could it be?

It should've been me and you,

It could've been you and me,

But boy you broke my heart and now I'm standing here,

It should've been me and you,

It could've been you and me,

Now all I've got are these photographs.

"All I've got is nothing without you," I finished the last parts of the song, "Damn you Edward! What the hell did you do to me?" I screamed out. I knew he would hear.

I cried harder, sobs breaking the silence around me.

Why is this happening to me?'

I guess this is what happens when you hope all the good things would never end. That's what they don't tell kids in fairytales: that all good things must come to an end. I guess this is the mistake I will never be able to forget.

I don't know how long I sat here thinking about my past and my emotions for him but I grew quiet. I couldn't just sit here anymore and not know the truth. All my answers lie behind the door down the hall and I was ready to find out. It was time to know everything.

I deserved it after I made it this far and I'm still human and alive.

I got up, keeping my equilibrium steady with the weight of the door pushing up against me. Steady and level-headed, I opened the door and made my way down the hall towards Edward's room.

My steps grew heavy with each passing step and my body began to shake.

Was I ready for this?

I mean, either way I put it, I was going to have to face the truth some time right? So why not now?

I reached his door and placed a light knock on it.

"Come in," his voice gruff.

I grasped the cold, brass knob of the door and took a deep breath.

Here goes.

I proceeded inside the room and slowly closed the door behind me.

My gaze examined the room's condition: broken records and CDs were scattered and shattered into millions of pieces on the floor; the bed I once laid in, flipped up against the wall and the frame broken into big and small pieces; the plasma on the wall next to the door had been smashed; and in the middle of it all, Edward lied on the floor.

"What happened?" I whispered as I took in his posture. He lay sprawled out on the floor, his head facing the ceiling. His eyes stayed closed and his chest moved evenly up and down.

"You happened," his lips spoke. He didn't flinch.

"Excuse me?"

He sighed and sat up, "You happened to me Bella. This is what happened—among other things—when I felt like shit for putting you through all of this."

"You trashed your room?" I asked confused. So all he did while I was in excruciating pain in the hospital was trash his room?

"That's not all," he said running a nervous had through his hair and proceeding to stand up, "I, uh, I broke it off with Tanya."

Wait, what?

"Why, Edward? She's what you wanted after all, so why go through the trouble of leaving her?" I scoffed.

"Because, I never meant to hurt you, I swear I didn't. I love you Bella, and I'm sorry."

His eyes drifted out of the glass of his room and into the depths of the forest that lie a few feet away.

"That's it?"

"Well, for now."

"What "for now" Edward? I'm not playing games with you anymore. What the hell is going on?" I started to get agitated. He had no reason to keep it from me now.

"Bella, I just want to know something," he faced me again, his eyes almost pleading for me to hear him out.

"No, Edward. I want my answers first."

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered barely audible.

"Edward you can't hurt me anymore than you already have! Did you forget that I have a damaged face? Did you know I might not get to see out of my left eye ever again? Do you know that I have to look myself in the mirror for years to come to be reminded of you?"

I was fuming. I wanted him to see how bad he hurt me. Taking both of my hands up to my face, I began to tear off bandage after bandage until I could feel no remains.

"You see this Edward?" I pointed to my face, "this hurts! So don't say you don't want to hurt me when you already have!"

He stared at me for a good moment and then looked away, "Don't look away Edward. Face what you did. Be a man."

His gaze stayed indifferent.

That only made me more upset. How dare he? He can cause the damage and I have to suffer for him? Not happening.

I stepped the few feet we had between us and grabbed his cheek and pulled it towards me, "I said to look at me! Do you see what you did to me? I've been eating myself away because I was thinking this entire time that I was the one to cause this problem. I was taking the blame for something that solely belonged to you!" My eye began to tear up. "What did I do to you that caused me to deserve this? Edward, what did I do?"

We stared lock-on in each other's eye, while I waited for his answer. By then, I was crying and he still had not said anything helpful.

"You loved me." A response so clear and unwavering that it was hard to believe it came from his mouth. His tone made me feel inferior—almost as if I didn't mean anything to him. Had he no sympathy? Had he no love for me anymore?

I need to get out of here. I removed my hand from his chin and backed away. I was done getting hurt by him and I deserved better.

I walked out closing the door behind me and retreated back to Alice's room, yelling for Carlisle as I passed the top stair.

Enclosing myself in the room, I barely made it to the bed before I felt my knees buckle below me and allow me to fall onto the plush bed.

Pulling myself under the blankets in hopes that it was the real reason behind my shaking, I grabbed a pillow and put it beneath my head. I lied down left side up so Carlisle could see why I called him.

I continued crying and before long, my quiet sobs lulled me to sleep that night.

Yeah, so maybe the whole talking thing didn't go to well, but I can guarantee you, everything will be revealed in the next couple of chapters, but I want to know what you guys think the secret is. So review and tell me.

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