"Edward you need to go." I whispered, untangling myself from his body. He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting his eyes to the brightness of the morning. He sat up and stretched his arms above his head, popping various parts of his body resulting to cracking sounds echoing through my room. He groaned and rubbed his hands over his face, trying to shake himself out of his hangover. "What time did I get here?" He asked and I shrugged. I knew he wouldn't remember a thing so I spent the entire night preparing for this moment.

I needed him to feel what I felt.

I wanted him to hurt like how I have been hurting.

But I couldn't hurt him, I wasn't capable of doing it. So instead I kept quiet.

"I should probably go out through the window again huh? Don't want to run into the Chief early in the morning. I hear his not a morning person." he laughed quietly, trying to break the ice but it was pointless.

My faith in him had been tarnished. I nodded mutely and shuffled over to the window, opening it as silently as I could. He walked over and wrapped his toned arms around my shoulders. He kissed the crow of my head and said: "I'll call you tonight. Esme and Carlisle like to have a quiet Sunday." And finally I found my voice. It was soft and groggy but it was the first step in being independent.

"No."

Edward pulled back to look at me bewildered. "Bella…" I shook my head, "No. I'm not going to be a pawn in Edward Cullen's game. I'm not going to forgive him every time he fucks up and I'm not going to let him walk all over me, deciding when I'm good enough for him." I paused, taking a breath before continuing. "We've never ever been anywhere other than this crummy house and if it wasn't for Jacob you wouldn't have given two shits about me. Admit it Edward all this 'relationship' ever was is your pity on me. But you know what?" I looked down, suddenly nervous to saying the ending to this monologue. "You just as much as Jacob does, but at least his bruises disappear. You need to figure out what you want from me, because I'm done playing in a game that I know I'm going to lose." I sniff and look at everywhere but at him. "If that's how you feel." He finally said. He prepare to jump out but he hesitated. I still didn't look but I could feel his presence. "Bella, you have never been a pawn in my game. You were always my queen." He said, quietly slipping out.

And that's when the true tears started.

I had never been a fan of Taylor Swift. I always found her too emotional about a short term relationship, but even I won't deny that her songs speak the truth.

We had a beautiful, magic love affair.
What a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair.

It was odd to hear that what this typical country singer has experienced in her life was what I was experiencing now. I knew Edward Cullen was my first love, but I hated that he was. Love isn't suppose to make you wish that you were better for that person, he or she should be happy with who you are. Edward wasn't supposed to be ashamed of me.

But I guess I really can't blame him. I asked to be a part of this, I shouldn't bicker about the repercussions.

"Belly let's play a game." Jacob said entering the living room. All I want is to be left alone for one day, can't the universe accept that?

"Go away Jacob." I sigh. I was tired of fighting. He clicked his tongue, "That is no way to speak to a friend Bella." I felt his extremely warm hand on my shoulder. "You're not even an acquaintance." I tried to shrug off his hand but his grip stayed firm. "That's not very nice Belly. I've know you since forever."

"And you have made my life a living hell." I snapped. A burning sensation flamed within me. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" I pushed his hand off and turned to face him. "I have put up with your shit for a long time and I'm sick of it. If you ever touch me again I swear I will-"

"Tell your daddy? Newsflash Bella: who is going to believe you? I'm Jacob Black, golden boy of La Push. You're a pathetic nobody." He shoved me so that I was lying on the couch. I tried to crawl away, but he placed his body weight on me. He used one of his large hands to pin my arms above my head and the other to unbutton my jeans. "You shouldn't mess with me Bella, I can, have and always will make it a time of everlasting pain, mentally and physically." Before he could go any further I kneed him in the crotch. He howled in pain and let go of me. I quickly got up and turned to leave but not before I kicked him, again and again. "That's for thinking I'm pathetic. You Jacob Black are pathetic, using a young innocent girl for your sinful pleasures." I ran to the front of the door and ran.

My heart was beating erratically, the famous Forks rain turned into hail and was pelting painfully on my skin but I refused to stop. Not until I reached my destination.

A short while after that my legs caved in. I fell to the ground of a meadow, covered in little shards of ice. I was wearing nothing my a tank top, a hoodie and my jeans. I looked at my hands and saw that they were blue and shaking from the cold. Hail particles were found in my hair as it continued to hail. My shoes were soaked and the shoelaces were cutting the circulation in my feet but I refuse to take them off and lose what little heat I have. I curled myself into a ball and continued to shake. My eyes started dropping.

Maybe this was it, maybe this was my way out of agony.

My eyes were now shut completely and I could feel this darkness taking over me, an angel calling my name.

I smiled and tried to let the darkness consume me, but the voice became louder, more panicked and broken.

"Bella! Please wake up. I need to stay awake. Fuck I just need you… I love you." I opened my eyes slightly to see the person behind this pained voice.

"Daddy."

Song: Sad, beautiful tragic by Taylor Swift.