Broken

Chapter 9:

Misunderstandings

Edward

I just sat there, staring at my computer screen. I had to write a report on brain surgeries for work, but I just could not concentrate. I was too busy thinking about Bella and how much of a fuck up I am. Yes, I did go to the club to hook up with another woman, but Bella was the last person I expected to see. I mean, Bella hasn't been to a club since college, and that's been over a year.

I sighed as I slammed my computer screen down, and rubbed my face in my hands. I hurt all over, and it wasn't because of hard working labor. It was because I have to go through now seeing my wife and son every day. It's my entire fault though. I deserve to suffer; I'm a lousy excuse for a man.

"Fuck Edward! You need to get over Bella; she's too good for you!" I yelled to myself. I gripped my hair tightly as I screamed at my feet. I arose from where I was sitting so fast the chair flipped over. I clenched my teeth and threw the first thing I grabbed, which was a lamp. The pieces went flying anywhere from the impact of the hit against the wall. I clenched my fists, and I just snapped. I threw anything in sight, to the point my bedroom looked like it had been hit by a tornado. I felt my face wet as the tears streamed down my face.

Bella…I wanted Bella to come home. I missed her scent, her voice, her touch…everything about her I missed. Hell, I even missed when she cock blocked me. Bella was everything to me. My heart, my soul, and mind. Everything. Without her I don't know what I'll do. If Bella doesn't come home I'll have to move. There were too many memories here.

I walked over to my bed, and plopped down, staring at the ceiling. I wish I could go back in time and not have fucked Lauren. It was a mistake. I didn't love Lauren, and even have any relationship feelings towards her. I just used her for sex…but I don't think she knows that. I should call her. Not to fuck her, or make out with her…to tell her that I don't want her like that. That I truly love Bella and I'm willing to do anything to get her back. I nodded to myself. I should call Lauren and break this to her.

I stood from the Bed, and grabbed the home phone next to it. I typed in Laurens number, and waited for the answer.

"Hello?" the voice answered, and I winced. Why did I even sleep with his girl?

"Lauren, its Edward." I said simply, and I heard her gasp.

"Oh Eddie, I knew you'd call!" she said happily and I frowned.

"Just be over in ten minutes." I said roughly before hanging up on her. I threw the phone down, and sighed with a smile. I'm going to break things off with Lauren and get my family back.

My name is Edward Cullen, I'm in love with my wife Isabella Cullen and I'll do anything to get her back home.

I sighed when I heard the doorbell ring. That only meant one thing…Lauren was here. I quickly walked out of my bedroom, and to the front door. I hesitated before opening, just to see a slutty Lauren in an outfit that barely covered her up. She was wearing a red stripe all over lace mini skirt with a tight as hell tank top. She was also wearing a pair of black heels.

I gawked at her in disgust. Really, why did I sleep with her?

"Like what you see?" she asked with a giggle, and I shook my head, and pulling her inside. She giggled, and I frowned.

"Oh, someone's excited." She squealed, grabbed my chest. I pushed her away roughly, and she looks at me in shock.

"I didn't invite you over to have sex, I invited you over to talk." I gritted, and her eyebrows furrowed.

"About what Eddie?" she said in the annoying voice of hers. My hands balled into fists.

"First, don't call me Eddie, and second…this thing that going on between us. It's nothing, not anymore." I got out, and Lauren's jaw dropped, and I saw her chin quiver. I almost felt bad, but then I remembered she ruined my family and the feeling was gone.

"But Edward…I love you." She whispered, letting a tear fall. She was so full of shit.

"No, no you don't. You just think you do when you don't." I told her, and she shook her head.

"I don't understand." She whispered.

"Don't understand? You're a homewrecker Lauren. You destroyed my family, and it kills me inside just to know that my wife, and son hate my guts." I said in a pain voice.

"Eddie…" she said trying to touch me, and I pushed her away, snapping.

"Don't touch me you…you…whore! I love my family, and I'll do anything to get them back and I can't have some slut in the middle trying to fuck things up. I won't have it!" I shouted, and Lauren flinched.

"You blame me for this Eddie but you're also one to blame. You didn't push me away, you gave in. you ruined your family, not me." She gritted through her teeth poking my chest roughly.

"I know I do, and I'm suffering everyday at the thought. I've had my share of hurt, and pain but now all I want to do is hold my wife in my arms again without her hating me." I whispered as a tear slipped out.

"Why would you want her anyways? She's an ugly bitch." She sneered, and I clenched my fists, getting in her face.

"Don't talk about her like that! She's more beautiful than you'll ever be with thousands of dollars of plastic surgery, and my mother taught me to respect woman, but I'm so close into hitting you." I told her, and she stepped back a few feet. She looked scared, but I didn't care.

"You should just get over her. She obviously doesn't want you anymore." She whispered, and I shook my head frantically.

"I can't just get over my wife! You've obviously never been in love before." I shouted, and punched the wall next to me leaving a hole. Lauren doesn't get it. I've tried to get over Bella, but she has my heart.

"No. I haven't." she whispered, and I smiled evilly.

"I know you haven't. You're a homewrecker. That's all you'll be." I gritted out, and she frowned.

"Stop calling me that!" she shouted, and I shook my head.

"Why? It's true! You make your way into other people's relationships because you're too slutty to get your own!" I shouted, and she shook her head.

"No, I'm not! I can get a boyfriend Edward." She sneered, and I laughed.

"Then why didn't you?" I shouted, and she just stared at me.

"I…I don't know." She whispered.

"I do…you love causing drama. My life has been a twenty-four hour soap opera!" I grabbed my hair, and tugged on it roughly.

"That's not true."

"It's not? Then why? Please enlighten me Lauren!" I demanded. Lauren opened her mouth to speak when the phone rang, cutting her off.

"One sec, and don't talk!" I shouted, and she nodded slowly.

"Hello?" I answered angry. The person on the other line replied, and my heart stung. It was Bella saying those words I thought she'd never say.

"Hey Edward, its Bella. I…I want to come home. "I felt my eyes water at her request.

"Bella…" I whispered, and I heard her giggle.

"Yeah it's me…I want to talk about things, and our living situations." She requested, and I nodded.

"Yeah, of course um…how about-"I began but cut off by Lauren.

"Eddie! I'm hungry!" Lauren complained, and I clenched the phone in my hand.

"One second Lauren!" I gritted.

"Lauren!" Bella shouted in the phone, and my eyes widened. Fuck, I'm screwed. She'll get the wrong impression and will never forgive me now.

"No, Bella it's not what you think." I shouted frantically, and I heard Bella sob in the phone. My heart broke at the sound. I hate hearing her cry.

"You love her don't you?" she whispered, and my jaw dropped.

"What? No, no! I love you! Only you. Please believe me." I begged.

"No…I c-can't Edward. I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Bella!" I shouted into the phone. My heart then broke. Bella hung up on me.

"Fuck!" I shouted, throwing my phone at the wall. It shattered into pieces. I screamed as I fell to my knees, gripping my hair tightly.

"Eddie?" Lauren whispered, and my eyes opened quickly. What the fuck was she still doing here?

"Get out." I demanded, and she looked at me confused. I stood from my knees quickly.

"Get out Lauren. Now." I gritted.

"But…" she started but I cut her off.

"I said, get the fuck out of my house!" I screamed, grabbing her arm and throwing her out the door. I didn't care if I left a bruise; she ruined my family…for good. Bella will never forgive me now.

"Fuck! Why me god? Why?" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I flung the vase next to me across the room. I'm a screw up, a waste of space. I deserve to suffer, and die. I'm worthless.

I don't know what went through me, but I ran into the kitchen and downed one third of the bottle of tequila. It helped take the pain away.

I stared at the counter as I cried. I hurt so badly all over. I hated the feeling but it's the one I deserved.

I began walking slowly with the bottle in my hand. I was originally walking to my room, but slowed down when I past Anthony's. I stopped dead in my tracks. Then, I don't know what came over me but I threw the bottle aside, and walked into his room slowly. The scent of my child came all around me, and I smiled. My eyes were watering once again.

I sat on his bed as I hugged his pillow against me. I took in his scent one again, and sobbed into the pillow. I fell on my side, and just laid there on Anthony's bed. I really want them to come home.

Please Bella…please bring my son home along with you.

Bella

I sat there, crying in my bed. He was with her right now…probably having a good time while I sit in bed sobbing. I really thought he learned his lesson, but I was so wrong. He didn't learn his lesson, but learned that I for sure didn't mean anything to him anymore. My heart stung, and I wiped my tears away. Bella…stop crying. He's not worth your tears.

I sighed as I shook my head. I need to get out. I need to clear my head and get out of the house. I feel like the walls are closing in with me inside.

I stood from the bed, and grabbed my brush pulling my hair into a ponytail. I walked out to the living room where Anthony was, and smiled. I plopped down on the couch next to him and smiled.

"Hey buddy…where's Aunt Rose?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"She left with Alice." He mumbled, and I nodded.

"So Anthony…I was thinking…how about we go to the park?" I asked sweetly, and he gasped. His eyes got wide and I laughed.

"Really?" he shouted, and I nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, go get dressed, and I'll wait." I took him patting him on the back. He nodded and ran into the room to get dressed. I laughed and watch his cartoons. It was Scooby-doo. My favorite cartoon when I was a kid.

A few minutes later Anthony came running back in with a grey t-shirt that Edward had bought him saying, "I love my dad." I gave a small smile. Anthony also matched it with blue plaid shorts. It didn't quite match, but I shrugged. It doesn't matter.

He already had his shoes and socks on. His shoes were blue slip on vans. I smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Come on bud." I told him, pulling him along out to the car.

After I got him buckled up in his car seat, we quietly drove to the park. I put on some classical music to seize the quietness.

"Momma?" Anthony called.

"Yeah?" I asked, and Anthony hesitated before continuing.

"When is daddy coming home?" he whispered, and my heart broke.

"Um…daddy is…daddy isn't coming home for a while." I whispered painfully.

"Why?" he asked, and I took a shaky breath as we pulled into the parking lot of the park. I shut off the car, and sighed.

"Anthony…Daddy did some…bad things." I told him, and he looked confused.

"What?" he asked.

"Well…daddy hurt mommy's feelings really bad." I told him. He looked even more confused so I continued.

"You remember when you hurt mommy's feelings, and I put you in time out? Well…daddy's sort of in time out." I explained, and he nodded.

"Oh…I get it." I smiled sadly and got out of the car. I quickly unbuckled Anthony and he ran away to the monkey bars. I chuckled as I locked my car and followed him.

"Be careful!" I shouted, and he giggled. I sat down on the bench nearby, and watched Anthony closely. I felt somebody sit down next to me but I didn't bother looking at the person.

"They grow up so fast." A husky voice said next to me, and my eyebrows furrowed. I looked to my right, and saw the face of a man with choppy brown hair, and brown eyes. He was dark at and had dimples. His smile was also nice.

"Excuse me?" I asked confused, and he chuckled shaking his head.

"Sorry, I was just…talking to myself. I'm Jacob." He introduced, and I laughed. We shook hands.

"I'm Isabella…Cullen, but please call me Bella." I told him, and he gave me a bright smile.

"I'm sorry if this is too forward, but I couldn't help but notice a ring on your finger. You married?" he asked, and I looked down at my ring finger. I sighed and nodded.

"Yeah…Edward Cullen…that's my husband." I whispered, and he grabbed my chin softly making me look at him.

"He hurt you didn't he?" he whispered in full concern, and I gasped.

"H-how did you…" he chuckled.

"I can't see it written all over your face Bella. He hurt you badly huh?" he asked and I nodded looking at my lap.

"He doesn't deserve you." He whispered, and I looked at him.

"I love him though." I whispered.

"I know you do." He whispered, and I nodded. Then I don't know what came over me, but I crushed his lips to mine.

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