Just to clear something up, Bella DOES NOT have cancer haha. Come on guys I'm full of angst in my stories, but not that much! I probably should have been clearer when I wrote it, but it was just a metaphor Bella used to describe how angry she is and because she keeps it bottled up, it's ruining her inside "like cancer"….anyway

P.S But um…don't get too mad with this chapter (should I say Eddie). ***Runs for cover**

Thanks to Lizde.

Ch 11/Edward/Smile like You Mean It

I woke up this morning with a hangover, confronted by a Bella that clearly didn't want my help or comfort. Not that I was any good at it, shit I know I'm not, but god damn it she could help! She didn't even say thanks to me for sticking around.

It was late, too late at night, but I decided to visit Bella again. I snuck out of my room and took my bike, which I never use, and went to Bella's house.

I was out of fucking shape. After just a few minutes of pedaling I was out of breath and panting as if I was having sex. I could feel the burn in my muscles. But it wouldn't have been smart of my ass to park my Volvo in front of Bella's house or anywhere near there. It would have been like knocking on her front door and asking Mr. Fucked-Up-In-The-Head to let me mess with his daughter.

After I left Bella's house this morning I spent the whole damn day thinking about what I had seen. Was it real? Was I so drunk and high that I exaggerated everything in my mind? Did Charles really hit Bella? Maybe she did something really bad and he was pissed about it?

Oh yes because that would excuse the shit he did to her? You're a little fucker Cullen!

I mean what could Bella do to make Mr. Fucked-Up do that to her?

That's how I spent my whole fucking day. My mind was clouded with this shit! Questions and arguments about Bella and her dad made me ignore my mother when she was talking to me and forget what I had planned for the day. To make shit worse, Emmett decided to invite his stupid girlfriend over for dinner. As if I needed more shit right now.

Rosalie was a fake-ass bitch. With Esme and Carlisle, she was little Ms. Pretty-'N'-Nice-'N'-Perfect-For-Your-Son. She called Esme "Mom" and Carlisle "Sir" and then she hugged Alice. The bitch always gives Alice a hard time when we're by ourselves. Plus she smiled at me. She fucking smiled at me! That bitch smiles at nobody! I don't believe her fake-ass Colgate smile for a minute.

After dinner, she helped Esme and Alice clean up in the kitchen while Carlisle went to his office and Emmett and I watched some TV.

"So how is it going with Bella?" Emmett asked, smiling and wiggling his eye brows. I sighed. I really didn't feel like talking about Bella when that's all I've been thinking about.

Fucker.

"Um, it's going good," I lied.

"Good, 'cuz I can't wait to see the look on Bella's face when she finds out!"

What was it with these people?

"Why do you care so much that I fuck her? I mean… it's just Bella."

"Just Bella? You mean just Bella, the girl that got us caught? That shit is probably going into our permanent records. 'Oh yes I would like to apply at your college and yes that is a drug related suspension I have in my high school records.' How would that sound?"

"You need to stop hanging out with Rosalie. She's contagious. She has a serious case of bitchinitis."

"Dude, fuck you! Just the get the job done already," Emmett said.

Rosalie walked in with a big smile on her face and a shake in her hips, like she had won something. She had… my parents. She sat by Emmett on the couch and looked at me. That was my queue to get the fuck out. She laughed as I walked away, but I ignored her.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in my room.

They laughed. Everyone laughed. Carlisle, who never hangs with us, laughed with them. I could hear them all the way to my room.

I wish I could laugh.

Everyone always has positive outlooks about everything. They smile and laugh. My family isn't mine. They're their own family, not mine.

I'm sorry if I can't be the perfect little son in their perfect little made-up and constructed family. We aren't even blood related. I know I'm ungrateful, but I can't stand them and their pity fest. Esme always finds a way to let me know that she feels bad for me, and Carlisle always tries to include me in their family-fun-bullshit. I don't have to read minds. I can see it in their eyes. They feel bad for me. They wish I was different.

I wish I was different.

I wish they would just let me be.

I lay on my bed and listened to my iPod, thinking about Bella again. I kept falling in and out of sleep. I wasn't even tired, but my mind needed some rest. Bella fucking Swan. I was fine until I decided to sneak into her room. Now I couldn't get the blurred images of her on the floor, with her father torturing the shit out of her, out of my mind.

Why the fuck do I care?

The shit she's in is deep, and the problem is that I don't even know how deep. Maybe if I talk to her and ask her if that shit happens a lot, or if Charles just lost his cool for once… maybe I could get this shit off my chest. It's fucking heavy on my chest and I can't function anymore. Maybe Charles doesn't do it often. I mean there are a lot of parents that hit their kids… right?

What about the bruises? What about what Bella said? She said she was used to feeling sore and having bruises. That isn't normal everyday stuff.

Fuck you inner voice! You're the one that wants to fuck her over a fucking bet, so don't come around and start worrying about Bella now!

This is really getting annoying. Bella has to answer my damn questions so I can get over this.

I noticed it was almost midnight and wondered if Charles had gone off to work. He had said something about working the night shift. Maybe I could pay Bella another visit. She'll convince me that it's not so bad, right? Then I won't have to worry about it anymore. I won't have to feel this stupid guilt or anxiety. I mean nobody… nobody can have it that bad! Right? I mean she said it herself, it's just another bad Lifetime movie. Besides, she does have a way out. She's fucking 18. She can leave whenever she wants. She's a fucking sadist for all I know. Right?

I took my iPod out of my ears and noticed the laughing had stopped.

Good!

Everyone was probably in bed or getting ready for bed. Emmett might be going to a party, but nobody else would notice me sneaking out.

I sat up and put my shoes on and opened my window. I was becoming an expert at opening windows apparently. I climbed down and took my bike from the garage and headed to Bella's house. I had to know if her father had kicked her ass again. It wouldn't take long.

I never thought that talking to Bella could be so easy. If I opened my mouth and actually started a conversation with her, it just flowed. Of course we lamely just talked about music, which by the way she has fuck awesome taste in, but we at least talked about something.

I asked my burning questions, but she only answered the ones she wanted to answer. The results weren't what I wanted. She said "yes." She was fucking scared of her dad. I mean what kind of shit is that? But she said that he only hits her when he's really pissed and nobody can be that pissed all the time. Right?

I didn't press her for more answers. I was afraid that they wouldn't be what wanted. But I did ask her why she didn't just leave her house. It was legal for her to do so after all. Bella gave me this bullshit story about some birds, which I don't understand; but apparently that's Bella's reason for staying home. If she really had it that bad she would have left, without giving a shit about anything or anyone else. Any normal teen would have! So there. Bella doesn't have it that bad.

I made my way back to my house and snuck back into my room. I fell on my bed and didn't wake up until noon the next day. Nobody was home when I made it downstairs and I didn't question where everybody was.

I spent the afternoon wasting time watching TV and playing the piano a little. I haven't played in a while. I use to love playing the hell out of the piano, but now I hate the damn thing. It's because Elizabeth was the one who showed me how to play. She caused my love and hate for piano.

Elizabeth… my real mother.

I hate her.

I miss her.

I wish she wouldn't have changed. I wish she was still my mom. The mom I had before anything happened. But it's too late now and I'm now in a family I don't belong in.

Esme is my mother. I will say it until the end of time, but I don't carry her blood or relate to her in anything. Carlisle is my father, but he is too bold and wise. He makes me feel like a dumbass when I talk to him. I don't like making conversation with him, because he'll always find a way to blame me for something. I don't miss my real father… that fucker can burn in hell for all I care and I hope he does!

Later that day, Alice and Esme got home from the Port Angeles mall. I could tell where they'd been because of all the damn bags they carried. Emmett and Carlisle arrived together a little while after them. They couldn't stop talking about some old sports car they planned to fix up together, a little father and son bonding activity.

I guess I shouldn't whine. I asked for this. They're leaving me alone, just like I wanted. It wouldn't work out anyway. I'm too different from them. I'm just in the wrong place with the wrong people. I snorted at myself. As if there is someone out there that is right for me! Ha!

Before going to his room Emmett reminded me that tomorrow is the first of February. I can't believe I had forgotten. On the first of every month there's a big event in Port Angeles. It's illegal which only makes it better. I would have to skip tutoring with Bella tomorrow…

It was almost midnight.

I don't know if visiting Bella tonight was a good idea. I do have school tomorrow, but usually I don't fall asleep until two in the morning anyway.

Why are you going?

I don't know.

Well, she'll want to know.

I'll just tell her I want to be her friend or some bullshit like that. She won't talk to me fully because we aren't friends, or at least that's what she said. Well, I'll become her best friend if that gets her to talk. I'll smile at her like I mean it and she'll fall for it. I mean without realizing it, I've found a way to connect with Bella. I know something about her that will cause her to trust me if I tell nobody about it. I'll just smile like I mean it.

It was a cool night, so I needed a sweater. As I was looking through my clothes I found the old Radiohead t-shirt I used to wear in my scrawny stage of life. Hmm, Bella likes Radiohead. What better way to start a friendship than getting her a gift? I smiled at my fucked-up self and snuck out my window again.

"Edward what are you doing here? The last two nights you had a few somewhat reasonable explanations for showing up here, but now what?" Bella was a smart ass, if she only knew that I didn't have an answer. I gave some bullshit explanation about trying to have an excuse to care… because I cared.

Ha, I should be an actor.

Right, like you don't really care.

I don't.

Bella acted like the Radiohead t-shirt was the best damn thing ever. She kept running her finger tips over the stitched designs and over the name of the band. We sat on her bed again, talking about random things. I didn't ask my intrusive questions again, but I wanted to. I just couldn't find a way to ask without her finding a way to block me.

I looked around Bella's room and realized she didn't have any decorations besides her drawings, and her closet was somewhat empty. The closet reminded me of what had happened. I pushed it to the back of my mind and continued with my plan.

"Alice's closet overflows with clothes and then some. Where are all your clothes, Bella? I mean you're a girl, that shit is expected of you," I said. She looked down at her hands again. She started chewing her lower lip and blushed as if she was embarrassed.

"I um… uh, I don't like shopping," she said.

I had a feeling she was lying and that there was more to it than that, but I didn't ask.

"Does Alice… shop a lot?" She asked trying to change the subject.

It worked.

"Yeah, but she isn't your typical girly-girl that just shops and doesn't know shit about anything. Alice is a pretty smart girl. Shit, not as smart as me, but she's up there," I said and she rolled her eyes with smile on her face.

I like smiley Bella. It's rare and valuable. Valuable because I know I'm winning. I like knowing that I'm winning.

"Alice is actually going to graduate with us. She's a year ahead."

"Really?"

"Yep, she's a fashionable nerd." Bella chuckled.

"Do you get along with her?" Bella asked, and I looked at her, confused.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked, a bit insulted by her question. Again I wished I had more control over my voice. Bella jumped and quickly looked away from me.

"Oh, I just know a lot of siblings don't get along and… I'm sorry… for implying…" she mumbled quickly.

"Bella chill," I said. She silenced herself, but didn't look at me.

"Alice may get on my nerves 99 percent of the time, but she and I are very close. Well, actually we haven't been lately… I've sort pissed her off."

"Why? Is it something you can fix?" Bella asked, sounding really interested. She scrunched up her small nose and wrinkled her forehead in worry. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"I don't know."

"You don't know how you pissed her off?" She seemed shocked.

"It's more complicated than that."

"Well I wanna know."

"Well, I've been really pissed off lately… more than usual, and I might have taken it out on her."

"Why are you mad?" Shit, Bella was nosier than me.

"I don't know. I just wanna kick my own ass sometimes. I feel like such a failure and I'm disappointed with myself all the time. I just… don't feel like being home or dealing with bullshit. I wish I knew why I'm so pissed, or why the fuck I feel so sick of myself, so I can fix it. But I just don't know."

"Maybe if you sit and think about all the things that bother you, you'll figure it out and fix it. I mean we all have things that bother us. It's not your fault, but you can still fix whatever is broken. It's not your fault that life sometimes doesn't give us all happiness." I turned and looked at Bella. She was serious. It was sort of intimidating.

"Of course it's my fault. I'm a jackass. Everything bothers me and I hate everything and everyone. I'm a fucking downer and I ruin everything I touch. I do and say bad shit to people. Ask my family, they'll tell you I'm the black sheep of the family!"

"You're not a jackass. Well, not a complete jackass." She smiled and I smirked.

"But if you're really that bad, you wouldn't have come back to supposedly check on me. You wouldn't be here, and you wouldn't worry about being a jackass. You wouldn't torture yourself about it like I see you do. You would just go on and keep doing bad shit to people and be happy about it. I know people like that; they hurt people and enjoy it and never once think about how the other person feels about it. You… punish yourself. You're too cruel to yourself," Bella said.

Her eyes wandered back down to her hands. I had nothing to say to her. I knew who she was talking about and I understood what she said about me, but I refused to believe it of myself. Bella's words pushed me back and slapped the shit out of me. What was I supposed say to that? I stared at her while she fidgeted with her hands. Where did the words of wisdom come from? I just told someone about my stupid feeling of depression and… it feels weird. I almost feel like I'm letting my guard down. I've let someone see my weakness.

It's the first time I've told someone about my weird emo depression. Bella doesn't me blame for it? She should be the first one to judge me and tell me that it is my fault and that I'm an asshole. Instead, she's telling me that I do care and I shouldn't be so hard on myself? If she only knew about what I'm supposed to do to her. If she only knew one of the reasons I was really here.

If she only knew…

Would she blame me then? Of course she would. She would hate me. Somehow I don't want Bella to hate me.

We sat on her bed for a long time in silence. In Bella's room there is no annoying laughter and there is no fake-friendly bullshit. I appreciate it. It's real.

"I wish I had siblings," Bella said, breaking the silence. "I've always wondered what it would be like. You know, to have someone who annoyed me, but that I could talk to. I wouldn't mind the annoying."

"Why didn't your parents have more kids?"

"Um, I was a complicated pregnancy…." Bella paused. "I ruined my mother's uterus." She chuckled darkly.

"I almost died because I was too small and weak. I guess I've never known what it is to be strong. I've been weak since the day I was born," Bella said lowly. There was no sense of humor in her voice this time. She continued messing with her nails as she talked.

"It would have been nice not to be alone all the time with my parents," she finished.

"Well, I used to be alone. My real mother only had me. So I know what you mean, but I don't remember very much since I was put in a foster family when I was only eight. Alice and Emmett and I aren't blood related, and I can't relate to them at all. Well, I can relate to them in that our real parents sucked blue balls, but… I don't know them how I would like."

"Why don't you get to know them how you would like? You said you were close with Alice. But you don't know her?"

"Well, there's more to it than that. You can know someone and be close to them, but they don't know the real you and you don't know the real them, because it's just weird. If what they're showing me is really all there is to them then… I would be disappointed. I don't like them now. All I can see is the negative in people. I wish I didn't. I wish was a little naïve."

"I wish I was naïve too."

"You are, a little… you see a little good in me. I don't know from where, but you see it and that makes you..."

"I don't trust you," Bella cut me off. What? But we're talking. Isn't that good enough?

"I wish I had trust. But I don't."

I couldn't help but feel disappointed. I thought I was getting somewhere again. But with Bella that isn't new.

"What if I make you trust me? I can show you that you can."

"But then you would bring me down."

"Why are you so sure? You think you know me, but you don't. I might be the most trustworthy person in this fucked-up world!"

"I know. You might, but I can't take risks. In my position I can't take them. I hide behind my walls. They are safe. They won't bring me down," she said lowly. I agreed with her, but that wasn't going to help me.

"I won't bring you down," I whispered, but Bella didn't answer back.

She went back to looking at her hands. I didn't understand my own fight to convince her. I didn't understand the real reasons. Maybe I'm still behind the mind-set of trying to convince Bella she can trust me so that I can sleep with her.

I'm a douche. I would only be proving her right. She is right. I'm going to let her down. I know it. I'm going through with this stupid bet. It's the only reason I'm here. Right?

Should I feel guilty? It's too late for that.

Bella sighed and looked at her clock.

"It's late… are we still meeting after school?" She asked, finally looking at me. I sighed too.

"I don't know. It's the first of the month."

"What does that mean? Of course it's February the first."

"Every month, on the first, a group of guys from Forks meet a group of guys from Port Angeles on the outskirts of Port Angeles and um…" I chuckled. "We race cars. I know it sounds immature and reckless, but I like to drive fast and it's a chance for us to show those Port Angeles fuckers who the fucking boss is."

"Yep, immature," Bella said and I chuckled.

"We like to get there early in the afternoon to hang out in the city and get ready. We start racing right at midnight. So… I'll let you know if we'll meet after school," I said. She just gave me a small smile and looked at her clock again.

"Bella if you want me to get the fuck out just the say the magic words!" She roughly shook her head.

"That's not it. It's just that we have school tomorrow and I already can't get up on time as it is, and I if I stay up late…" she said and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever, nerd," I said and jumped off her bed.

"Will I ever see you wearing that shirt?" I said, pointing at the Radiohead t-shirt in her lap. "I won't be able to see it under that green sweater of yours." She looked at me as if asking if I was serious. I knew bruises didn't go away fast, especially if new ones reappear all the time.

"Well, I'll let you know when I do wear it."

"Good enough," I muttered and walked towards her balcony door. I felt her walk towards me. "Come to say goodbye?"

"I came to lock my door. That psycho is still in the loose," she said and I couldn't help but laugh.

School was a drag. I couldn't wait to get the fuck to Port Angeles. This is always the best day of the month and unfortunately it fell on a damn Monday and we had fucking school. Emmett drove us to school in his Mazda MX-5 Miata. The fucker wanted the attention. Carlisle gave it to him when he turned 16. It's a ridiculous car for a teenager, but Emmett whined and bitched until he got it. Carlisle is a fucking pushover. Emmett has spent the last two years fixing it up to racing car standards. Carlisle and Esme are seriously blind as fuck.

Bella didn't go to lunch again, but I was so damn excited talking about tonight with Emmett and Jasper that I didn't bother looking for her. I talked to her once in English when I needed a pencil, but we were forbidden to talk since we were taking an exam. Mrs. Morris asked her to stay after class and I wasn't going to wait for her. I had shit to do.

I rushed to my locker, trying to get the fuck out of school. I was fumbling through the shit in my locker when Mike and Ben walked up to me.

"Dude, tonight is going to be sick!" Mike cheered.

"I know fucker! Why do you think I'm trying to get the fuck out of here?" I said and they both laughed.

"Ben, Eric and I are going to be there. Eric said he might let you borrow his Mustang if you can beat James Whitley."

James Whitley is a motherfucker with a bigger mouth than my fucking cock, and my cock is huge. The shithead can race, no shit, but I could take him down any day.

"You can tell Eric if he lets me borrow his fucking donkey I can still beat James fucker Whitley." I said and Mike laughed again.

"You're the man Cullen," Ben said, punching my shoulder. I smiled.

"Edward?" A small voice called my name.

Bella.

I turned to look at her. She looked scared and nervous. Her eyes wandered to Mike and Ben who were just staring at her in disbelief. She was chewing on her lower lip and nervously playing with the ends of the sleeves of her green sweater.

"I um… uh… um… I uh, was just… just wondering if we were still meeting after school… I mean… um… I uh…" She fumbled her nervous words and looked at me apologetically as if she knew I didn't want her to talk to me.

"I have to know now… I um… my mom…" she was interrupted by Jessica who bumped into her shoulder. Bella jumped and look frightened and paranoid as she recovered from the impact. Jessica walked over to Mike and wrapped an arm around him. Bella was shaking a little and I could see that she was punishing herself for even standing in front of me, but she didn't move.

"What's the Virgin Mary doing here?" Jessica asked. Mike and the rest of the guys laughed. Bella just stared at me as if waiting for me to say something for her. I should. But…

I won't.

"Apparently she's asking Edward out on a date," Mike said and they all laughed again.

"You poor thing," Jessica said, laughing. Bella kept looking at me… waiting.

I took a deep breath.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said to her calmly. "Isabella you should leave."

Her eyes fell to the ground and her face crumbled, but she didn't cry or yell at me. She gulped and her shoulders slumped. She just nodded, as if agreeing with something she was thinking, and slowly walked away while everyone laughed and I did nothing.

I said nothing.

I'm such a dick.

I watched her disappear into the crowd. Her small form, smaller yet with the way she was hunched up, walked away from me.

Mike patted my back.

"So you gonna race James?" He asked, but I didn't even want to answer him.

"Um… I gotta go. I'll see you later. I have some shit to do," I said and walked away. I walked through the school crowds and quickly made my way to the parking lot.

I caught sight of Bella's green sweater. She was walking towards her truck, still with her head down. I ran to her. I had to say something.

"Bella!" I said, but she kept walking. "Bella," I said again as she opened her truck's door. I pushed the door closed and she jumped. "Just listen to me," I begged in a smooth voice, trying to calm her down. She turned to face me.

"I did and I'm paying for it," she said and I held my breath. "'I might be the most trustworthy person in this fucked-up world!' You're so full of it, you don't even believe yourself. But don't worry Edward. This is exactly what I expected from you, remember? You never disappoint. So keep giving yourself shit about it, because you deserve it!" She said, and angrily opened her door. She slammed it shut once she was inside.

I didn't stop her this time. She forced her old truck to race away from school while I just stood there in her empty parking space.

As I rode in with Emmett and Jasper to Port Angeles, all I could think about was pissed Bella. She was mad at me. I don't know why I let it bother me so much. But it did. It seemed like our little moment last night was ruined. It was ruined by me.

We went to the Port Angeles mall and ate some burgers. The whole time I was silent and distracted while Emmet and Jasper talked cars and some other bullshit. Bella was right. I deserve the shit I do to myself.

"Hey Edward, what's wrong dude?" Jasper asked and I shook my head.

"Nothing, just fucking tired."

"You can't be. James is going to be there."

"I know, and I'll still beat that fucker."

It was ten minutes before midnight and everyone was already getting ready for the first race. There was a larger crowd than last time. Everyone was drinking and smoking. The Port Angeles girls were fucking ugly, but usually I still flirted with them. Not this year, though. I ignored them as they tried to flirt and say dirty shit to me. I was still distracted. It wasn't their boobs that had my attention. Fucking Bella...

James still hadn't shown up and I hoped he wouldn't, as I didn't want to lose my cool right now. He raced dirty and was a fucking cheater, but I could still kick his ass. I was sitting on the hood of Emmett's car, watching the first race finish, when a black Mustang drove in. The fucker made it.

"Hey Edward, you ready?" Jasper yelled. I just nodded. Everyone knew I was the best driver out of Forks. I could take James.

James parked by me, and when he got out, he winked at me and I just flipped him off.

"So how about it Eddie boy?" He said and I nodded. He was a fucking douche bag. He had his blonde hair up in a pony tail and was wearing a black leather jacket.

"I've been ready. I'm waiting for your slow ass." He chuckled.

Everyone spent ten minutes betting money and arguing over who would win while I just sat in Eric's red Mustang.

"You gotta beat him. That fucker needs to be proven wrong!" Eric said, and I just nodded. I was still distracted.

James and I finally got ready. I had stayed sober just for this and it was going to pay off. A skanky Port Angeles girl stood in front of us with the flag. James honked his horn and smiled at me. I just flipped him off again. The skanky girl waved the flag and we both took off. The screeching tires left smoke behind us as we sped down the road.

It would be a single, full lap around the highway and back to the crowd of people. The Mustang's engine roared and I made a mental note to ask Carlisle if I could have a Mustang for my birthday. At first, James and I were even until I took the lead. I held it for the longest time as we made our way around. I should have been paying attention, but my cocky self thought I would win this easily. It wasn't until I saw James at my side that I realized what he was going to do.

There was road block ahead of us.

He rammed the side of his car into mine and I flew towards the road block. I managed to maneuver my way around it, but by the time I got back onto the road James had already reached the finish line.

"Motherfucker!" I slammed my hands on the steering wheel.

I sped to the finish line and parked the car by his. He got out of his car with a big smile and a cocky swagger. I wanted to kill him.

"You fucking cheater!" I yelled as I exited the car.

"You're just a pussy and a fucking sore loser Cullen! I'm sure your mother would be proud!" He yelled back.

That's when I lost my cool. Jasper and Emmett tried to stop me, but I was too fast. I ran towards James and tackled him. We both hit the gravel with a grunt and started pulling and tugging at each other.

"Edward what the fuck man? It's just a race!" Jasper yelled, but I ignored him. I mounted James and began punching the shit out of him.

How dare she say I deserved shit? She doesn't know me! Why didn't she defend herself? I'm so frustrated with her. She could have at least let me explain myself!

I was distracted again and I didn't land one of my punches. James took advantage and landed a fist right on my left eye.

"Fuck!" I spat as I fell back. I could feel the crowd around us.

"Kick his ass Cullen!" Someone yelled. Jasper and Emmett tried to stop us, but the crowd held them back. James threw himself on top of me and started punching my gut and my face.

"Motherfucker, get the fuck off me!" I yelled. I could taste the blood in my mouth. I was so focused on the fight that I ignored where it was coming from. James landed another fist into my jaw and I fell back again. My head hit the ground and everything started spinning. I think I lost partial consciousness. My heart was pounding in my chest and my blood was heated. I felt weaker by the minute and my body was growing tired. James was about to hit me again when sirens interrupted us. Everyone screamed and started running away. Cars screeched away and people kept yelling "cops!"

"Fucking cops!" James yelled and I punched him. I didn't give a shit about the cops right now, I wasn't going to let this fucker win.

"Edward, come on!" Emmett yelled. "Let's get the fuck out of here!" I ignored him and the crowd that was scattering around me. The sirens got closer and a few cruisers stopped in front of us. I got off James, and grabbed my side. It hurt like hell, everything hurt, but I had to run. I was about to make a run for it, when I realized we were surrounded by police cruisers.

"Shit!" I muttered. "Fuck!" I was trying to catch my breath, but even breathing was painful.

"Stay where you are!" A cop yelled. I fell on my knees grabbing my sides and spitting out blood. He probably broke something… that motherfucker!

I heard the door of the cruiser open and boots crushing gravel.

Fuck… this isn't looking too good for me. I've been to jail once… and I don't wanna go back. Fuck!

I turned and looked at James. He was knocked out cold. Too bad nobody was here to see it expect the damn cops. The cop approached me and I felt his boot on my back before I could react. He kicked me to the ground face first. That shit hurt. He kicked me again and I yelped in pain. Who the fuck? It wasn't until I rolled over on my back to face him that I read his name tag.

Chief Swan.