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We stitch these wounds – Black Veil Brides

Where does love go when it dies? – Def Leppard

Weight of time – Rise Against

I'd like to thank the two beta's who rewrote en corrected my errors in this chapter: angelnlove52 and Browneyedgirl825!Thank you guys for taking the time to rewrite this for me. I appreciate it and could not have done this without you.

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The tears we've cried, this love has died,

You're by yourself with me tonight.

It's what we hide with every lie,

And stitch these wounds with me tonight.

(We stitch these wounds – Black veil brides)

Chapter Six – The Confrontation

BPOV

I barely managed to change into jeans, when the knock came I was waiting for. I grabbed the shirt that lay on the floor and pulled it over my head on my way to the door. Realizing then, that it was an off the shoulder shirt, but I couldn't change into something else, because the pounding on the door got louder and louder.

I swallowed hard, rubbing my forehead. I felt a headache coming.

My heart was pounding painfully hard as I walked toward the door. It felt as if I was being sucked in by the door, and I found myself wishing that the door was some sort of time-warp, where it would suck me in and take me to another time and place. Far away from this confrontation.

I sighed as my hand rested on the doorknob. I took in a deep breath, and opened the door slowly.

My eyes met his death-glare and I almost choked. I'd never seen Edward this mad….

His emerald eyes were menacing as he glared down at me, and I swallowed again.

"Where is he?" he barked as he tried to step past me, but I half-closed the door so he couldn't get past me.

He looked at my arm that was in the way of him entering my apartment and then looked back at me.

"Move your arm, Bella," he ordered.

"You don't get to order me around, Edward," I answered snidely.

"Move your arm," he ordered again through clenched teeth. "If you still want it attached to your body," he threatened.

My eyes widened in shock at this new, rude as fuck, Edward Cullen. My arm dropped from the doorframe and he stepped past me to enter my apartment. I clenched my jaw while I slammed the door shut. The sound echoed through the apartment.

"Just who the hell do you think you are?" I yelled to his back as I followed him into the living room.

It wasn't hard to find your way around my apartment as it had a small hallway, a living room, tiny kitchen, one bathroom and three bedrooms. Now, this was more than Rose and I could afford but we had no other choice to take it.

"I want to see my son," he demanded.

"You can't just show up and demand to see him," I said as calmly as I was capable off.

Edward slowly turned around to face me. His jaw was even more rigid than when I saw him at the club. His eyes were blazing with fire, and I presumed it had everything to do with the fact he was furious. His hands that hung next to his body were clenched into fists. I saw how hard it was for him to hold himself back. I raised my chin an inch and stood steadfast before him.

"I came to see my son, Bella," he said again, in a tone that suggested he wouldn't leave until his demands were met. I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

"And you thought you'd just waltz in here and…what?" I laughed, waving my hands in the air. "Sing la-di-da to him and everything would be fine? He'll call you daddy and you'll wrap your fucking arms around him, and you'll have the perfect father-son-relationship?" My voice dripped with sarcasm. He cocked one eyebrow and his lips pressed together in a flat line.

"You can drop that sarcastic tone, Bella," he hissed.

"Edward, you can't just come here and demand to see him. He is nine years old, and to be honest with you," I sighed. "If he sees you like this, he'll be scared to death of you."

"Please!" he sneered. "You just love that you're holding all the fucking cards."

"I know what is best for my son. And, yeah, I'll call the fucking shots," I spat back.

"I don't think so."

"If you want to see Tristan, I suggest you start accepting that fact," I threatened.

My heart thrashed in my chest when he treaded towards me. He came to a halt in front of me and we almost stood chest to chest. His shoulders rose and fell from breathing hard, his nostrils flared and I could smell the scent of alcohol on his breath when it wafted over my face. The scent was overwhelming, and no, not from the alcohol, but from the familiarity of his breath. One would think I would have forgotten everything about Edward in ten years; but the truth hit me like a fucking train…everything about him was never forgotten, only buried deep. Too deep!

"Don't you dare threaten me!" he hissed into my face. It took me a minute to remember what was important here, and with Tristan right in the center of my brain, it wasn't that hard to bring my thoughts back to perspective.

"What are you going to do?" I asked dryly. I challenged him with my eyes while his eyes speared mine.

"I'm not going to do anything to you," he answered derisively. His eyes scared me and I wanted to get away from him, but for the hell of me, I couldn't move my feet to step away from him. It was as if my feet were cemented into the floor.

"Since you're the one holding all the cards, you're going to tell me everything about my son before I meet him." He swallowed hard.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and a muscle worked in his jaw as if he was grinding his teeth. I relaxed a little when he admitted that I was the one calling the shots.

The heat of his body so close to mine seeped into me, and I was suddenly all too aware of him. I noticed that his eyes were hard and cold and they had a few faint lines around them – which reminded me that he wasn't twenty one anymore. His hair was the only thing that stayed the same; a bronze, messy perfection that fell over his forehead. He never had the patience to tame it.

My heart started to beat a little faster as unwanted memories started to push to the front. My memory sure as hell hadn't done him justice, I'd almost forgotten how fucking beautiful he was, and I'd also seemed to have forgotten how easily my body reacted to him. My insides were a fucking mess, because they didn't know what to do; what their fucking functions were. He had me completely brainwashed, and my brain couldn't send orders to other parts of my body. I shook my head to get some clarity away from Edward.

Out of my periphery I saw his hands came up and suddenly clasped my forearms. I winced a little at the contact; I realized the electric currents never died and his touch still had the power to bring my heart back to life. And then I felt his grip, it was a little too tight and he was actually hurting me.

"But first, you're going to tell me why the fuck you kept him away from me!" he said slowly, yet venomously as his grip tightened.

That was when I saw red and Ipushed my hands into his chest, and pushed him away from me.

"Don't ever touch me again!" I hissed in anger.

It took every ounce of strength I had not to rip his throat out – or at least try. My flesh ached and burned in pain from where his fingers bored into me. It hurt like hell and I was pretty sure his paws would leave their mark on my skin.

"So, let's hear it," he prompted, completely ignoring my outburst.

"Hear what?" I acted stupid. Grow up Bella, I chastised myself, you're acting like a child.

"Don't act dumb," he said in irritation. "Why the fuck did you keep him away from me?"

"You're going to blame this entire situation on me?" I exclaimed. "What about the fact that you chose your band over me? Or, the fact that you refused to marry me." As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized how desperate I sounded. And I thought back to ten years ago, and realized how desperate I seemed by demanding him to marry me.

"I don't give a fuck about any of that." He threw his arms in the air. "It didn't give you the right to keep him away from me," he pointed his finger at me. His eyes almost turned black from fury. I took a few steps away from Edward, afraid of his recoil.

"Of course you don't give a fuck!" I screamed back. "You never gave a fuck about me. Why would you have given a fuck about my pregnancy or my son?" I yelled. I was so close to tears, and even closer to breaking down before this man before me.

"I never said I didn't give a fuck about you!" he yelled furiously. His lips and chin quivered from anger. His left eye jumped repeatedly. He turned around and raked his fingers through his hair in aggravation. "I can't believe you kept him from me…deliberately kept him from me."

"Stop making this about you." I stomped my foot in irritation.

"Is he here?' he asked with his back still facing me. He slowly turned around, his eyes scanning my apartment.

He started looking around, and the more he looked around the paler he got. I knew he was filthy rich and probably had everything his black fucking heart wanted, but to look around my home in disgust made me furious.

"Rose took them to my Dad's," I answered flatly. I swore I saw a hint of pity in those black, furious eyes, but I chose to ignore it. Our confrontation was already all over the place; jumping from our past to Tristan and then back to our past. I had no intention of bringing my pour-ass apartment into the argument, or the fact that I wasn't a rich bitch like what he was used to.

After my performance, I found numerous missed calls on my cell phone from Rose, and instantly knew something was wrong. When I called her back, she was hysterical and explained everything that had happened between her and Emmett. I hadn't even a clue they knew each other, but Rose promised to explain everything later. I rushed home, risking Izzy to be exposed because I hadn't even changed before I left.

"Always running to Daddy," he sneered again. His venomous voice brought me back to the present, and all thoughts about Rose disappeared. I hated that he had brought my father into this argument. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Fuck you!" I yelled, "I knew you would come here as soon as Emmett told you and there was no way in hell that I would let my son see you in this state."

"Our son, Bella. He is not just your son."

"He is my damn son." I stomped my foot again. "Until you prove to be a good father, he will be my son."

I knew I was being a bitch but I was angry at this man. Angry he rejected me, angry he came into my home, and thought he had some sort of claim on my son.

"Who's fucking fault is it that I wasn't a part of his life?" he yelled.

The bitter taste of my guilt was almost enough to eclipse my anger and hatred. Almost! It was the first time I had felt pure and unadulterated hatred toward him. It raced through my veins like a wildfire, gaining more and more intensity with each passing second.

"Your own damn fault, Edward!" I screamed out. "Ten years ago, you were so fucking selfish you literally pushed me out of your perfect little life. I put myself out there that morning, I fucking told you how I felt, and what was going on inside my heart but you didn't give a shit." I felt the tears prick my eyes but I swallowed the fuckers away.

"Bella-"

"No, shut up and listen," I interrupted him. "Obviously, I had no idea I was pregnant when I walked out of that hotel room. I think I would have done things differently even if it was just for the sake of my baby, but when I found out, I knew I couldn't go back to you. Back then I was always second in your life; with your fucking guitar and your perfect little band always being first. I refused to put my baby through that, and I refused to let my baby be on every damn magazine cover for the rest of his life." I scraped my fingers through my hair, gripping hard. "Plus, you said that you weren't sure about the whole children-thing."

"Yeah, I remember. But what the fuck in that sentence told you I never wanted children?" he yelled back just as furious. Again, we were standing chest to chest, each other's anger seeping onto one another, just fuelling it even more.

I swallowed hard.

"If you weren't sure at that moment, how could you have changed your mind in just six weeks? I just figured you would always be the band-guy and that family would come last every damn time - just like I did. I mean fuck, you swore you loved me more than anything, but I was always your last priority...always." I sunk back from the murderous glare he gave me.

"You should have given me that choice. You fucking deprived me of a choice to be a part of my son's life, because once again, you were fucking selfish in your decision making," he fumed.

The air left my lungs in an almighty whoosh as if he physically punched me in the gut. That was the crux of my guilt. For Tristan's sake, I should have at least given his father the choice to be a part his life, but I let my own fears and selfish needs take precedence over Tristan's needs, figuring he didn't need a father. Because I didn't need Edward, I selfishly decided that my son wouldn't need him as well.

"I'm sorry." I felt my chin wobble as a sob started building in my throat, but I swallowed repeatedly. I wouldn't break down. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. I might have been wrong about my decision to keep him away from Tristan but I wasn't wrong in my choice to walk out of that fancy hotel room.

His face was ashen, and I saw that I was not the only one trembling. However; I knew the cause of our tremors differed greatly. Edward's were clearly fuelled by anger while mine was motivated by an enormous amount of guilt.

"Don't you dare say you're fucking sorry!" he yelled. "Sorry won't cut it." He tugged on his hair again.

"This isn't getting us anywhere," I sighed as exhaustion filled my entire body. I had no strength to keep arguing in circles. We were clearly controlled by our anger and it was more than clear we wouldn't sort anything out tonight.

"I wouldn't have found out about my son had I not run into you last night." It sounded more like a statement than a question, so I kept my mouth shut. He was probably right. He stared at me and his eyes widened at the realization of what he just stated.

"Answer that question," he ordered.

"Oh, I didn't realize that it was a question," I sighed, "We'll never know, will we?" I answered truthfully. I had no idea what the future held. Tristan thought his father was dead, so I didn't know if I would have told Edward the truth, if I hadn't ran into him last night.

"Does he even know about me?" he asked so sadly my heart almost cracked open. Almost!

"We've talked about you," I simply answered without any emotion.

We were so close to each other and I wondered how the fuck we kept ending up chest to chest. It was as if he had some magnetic pull pulling me to him.

"Fuck." He raked his fingers through his hair again. He gripped and tugged everywhere, and left his hair standing in all kinds of directions.

I looked up toward his hair that was pulled in all kinds of directions, and a flood of memories appear in front of me, reminding me of the times we made love and I used to grip his hair tightly, and left it completely messy.

What the fuck was that? Those memories evoked a traitorous zing of arousal to course through me. I shook my head again, before I clasped my hands together and refused to meet his eyes.

I chewed the inside of my cheek and narrowed my eyes. I hate my body's reaction to him. After all these years, my body still wanted him. Thank goodness my body, my heart, and my mind had different ideas on what they wanted and needed. My heart sure as hell didn't want him or need him, neither did my mind. And fuck my body if it thought it was going to overpower my heart and mind. It was two against one….

"I'm his father and you've talked about me?" he sounded exasperated. "Should I fucking thank you?" he sneered in sarcasm.

"Would you have preferred I never mention you?" I threw back.

"I would have preferred you being honest with me from the start." His anger had slightly dissipated but I could tell he had a really hard time keeping himself calm. In his eyes, I could see beyond the anger and see the pain from my silence.

Stack the mistakes you've made on top

of the lies to hide them

Your excuses just don't add up

"Look, Tristan is the main priority here, and you going on and on about how I lied and what the fuck ever, isn't bringing us anywhere," I stated the obvious.

"And that's why I came here," he agreed, "For Tristan. I want to see my son, Bella. I want to meet him."

"When?" I asked and his eyes widened. "I won't keep you away from him any longer, Edward," I added before he could side-track our conversation again.

"Why should I trust you, Bella? How do I know you won't disappear overnight?"

"Like I said before, if you want to see Tristan, you don't have a choice but to trust me." I wanted to smile at the fact I was holding all the cards, and he couldn't just snap his fingers and expect me to jump.

"Why does that sound like a threat?" he smirked. I had a feeling Edward would fight to the death to be in Tristan's life.

If only he felt like that about me ten years ago….

"I'm not threatening you, Edward. You have to trust me if you want to see Tristan," I said again.

"Bella," he said slowly, "you don't get to keep him away from me anymore. Do you understand what I'm saying? I won't let you keep me out of his life…I will fucking do anything in my power-"

"Don't threaten me, Edward Cullen."

"I'm simply saying that you've kept him away for nine years…no more, do you hear me, no more!"

The intensity in his eyes made me uncomfortable. I swallowed hard and finally moved away from him…far away. I leaned on the wall on the other side of the room, where I felt much more comfortable. Edward's scent wasn't around me and I could almost think clearly.

"You have to calm down. You can't just show up, act like a fucking maniac, and then demand to see him. Tristan comes first and regardless the situation between you and me, you have to remember that he is a little boy and you don't want to scar him for life by acting like a beast, ready to kill his prey."

He pondered on what I said for a moment before he met my gaze across the room. Seemingly calmer he spoke again.

"I wasn't thinking when I drove here. I should have calmed down before I came but I was so - so -" he jabbed his fingers into his hair and squeezed his eyes shut, and inhaled deeply.

"I get that you're angry-" he opened one of his eyes and I held my hands up. "Okay, I get that you're furious, but you had no right to barge in here the way you did."

"I have to go," he said with blazing eyes staring back at me. I gaped at him….

"It's clear that this won't be resolved tonight. I'm all over the place. I'm too…fucking furious," he gritted through his teeth. It seemed to me he had a difficult time using the word 'furious'. "But I'll be back, Bella," he added quickly and I narrowed my eyes.

"Why the fuck does that sound like a threat?"

"Because it is," he smiled and it irked me. "I will find you wherever you go."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I'll come back tomorrow-"

"I'm going to Charlie's tomorrow," I interrupted him.

"Monday morning then."

"I hope you've calmed down before then because I won't go through another three hour confrontation just to get fucking nowhere."

"I'll see you Monday," he ignored my sentence completely. He started making his way to my door, and I followed in silence.

"I'm warning you now, Bella. If you do anything to try to stop me from seeing him, I will fight you." He paused, before he added, "Through the courts if I have to."

With that he opened the door and slammed it shut behind him. I pressed my back to the door and slid to the floor sobbing. My tears were not only fuelled by bitterness and rage but by the awful knowledge that despite everything he had done to me, there was still a part of me that wanted him.

If you woke up from your sleep blood on your hands
Would you wash the pain away no one understands
There must be someone out there who can help you breathe again
And would it ever be enough

(Where does love go when it dies – Def Leppard)

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