Not perfect but I needed this chapter. Apologies if it is lacking.

All The Lonely People, Where Do They All Belong?

BPOV

"Toast?" I asked as I pushed it across his peripheral and under his nose.

He waved me off with the back of his hand as he continued to read though his notes. He sipped on his coffee though.

He was in a rush. Taking in all the words and caffeine that he could as he sat at the table.

I let the subject of breakfast fall and left him to it as I headed for my morning shower. Rinsing my hair I began to think of memories. What I had done this time two years ago?

It was my mothers birthday and I remembered making her a huge breakfast and taking her birthday present to her. Living in Florida it was a glorious morning despite it being the winter and we made it out to the front of the house after breakfast and the three of us just sat taking in the waves.

Later that night I made dinner after arriving back from school and Phil brought wine back with him from work. We all had a glass. It was simple and it was exactly what my mum wanted. All she wanted was her family around her.

Charlie even called to say a quick Happy Birthday that day. I always found that to be strange and nice all at the same time.

Edward calling on me from the other side of the bathroom door pulled me out of my memory and snapped me back to reality. "I'm off to work, Bella."

Panicking, I had yet to tell him that he had to pick up some wine. That was his job this year. "Edward," I called out to him from the spray of the water, sure that he hadn't heard me. "Edward," I was quickly out the shower with a trail of water behind me. Swiping for my towel I rushed to the bathroom door only to hear the front door slam behind Edward. He was gone.

I hoped that he would at least remember that he had to go to Charlie's tonight. I'd text him later to remind him. I didn't want him to be late.

Getting back in to the shower I shaved my legs and washed my body ready for the day ahead. It was a day to celebrate life, even for the people who had passed. I wasn't going to be sad today. I didn't want to be sad.

Drying myself off, I dressed, picking out a nice little top that my mum had bought me not long before her birthday that year. I had worn it as we had sat down to the birthday diner I had cooked for her. Charlie never knew where it had came from, the top. Edward either. I could wear it without them thinking anything of me... that it might seem strange to them.

Shaking off the feeling, I pulled it on over my head – amazed that I was able to get in to it still. I hadn't grew much over the past two years. Blow drying my hair and putting on a little make up, I was ready for my day. I had work in the morning but had the afternoon off by request so that I was able to be organized.

Pulling up out side the store, I took a deep breath preparing me for my day. Mike knew what today was, that was why I was able to get half of it off. Once I got inside I knew that he would keep an eye to me and ask me if I was all right every fifteen minutes.

Mike was a sweet guy, really. Too sweet at times. His crush on me had never ceased and because of it, he was willing to help me out with anything whenever he could. It was amazing how harshly honest I could be with Mike. I didn't delve too far into any issues with him or let him know any worries that I had with Edward, but I knew if I did go to him, he would listen, and unlike his mother, would keep it to himself.

"Bella," He greeted me with a big grin as soon as I opened the door of the store. "How are you doing today?" His eyes held something in them. Concern?

"Morning Mike," I smiled back as I began to pull of my jacket and make my way across the floor of the store. "I'm doing good, thanks. How are you?"

I listen to him mumble something about the stock take that I was going to have to stay late for next week as I put my jacket into the back room then making my way to the till next to Mike.

It was early and we were still yet to open. I punched in my identification into the till, filling it with the daily float that Mike had set aside for me like he did every day.

"That's fine," I mumbled as I placed change in the till. "You can call for take away or something, to make it up to me." teasingly winked at Mike but he only nodded, agreeing.

"Have you decided what you are cooking up tonight?" he asked, interested. Mike loved to hear about all the food I liked to cook up. He said he spent his life eating take away constantly as his parents were always to busy to cook when he was growing up and that things had never really changed.

"I think some butterflied shrimp with veritable stir fry," I shrugged. "It's pretty easy and it was a favourite of my mom's." I nodded knowing how much we both loved it. It was also what I had made her on her last birthday together. Again, I didn't need to disclose this to anyone else. I'm sure that they would only think I was mad.

"Oh, Bella. You can't do that to me." Mike pouted "Is it late enough to go for lunch?" He asked jokingly.

"I think it's a little to early still. I finished my oatmeal only twenty minutes ago." I laughed at his expression that was plastered across his face.

"I also need to get out of town to buy wine. No one will take my fake ID in this town." I mumbled to myself.

"Wine? I thought... I thought you didn't drink any more." I could see the worry written all over his face.

"Relax. It's for diner. And I don't drink... but I've had the odd glass of wine." I waved him off "Besides, it's for Edward. My dad will have beer in the fridge."

"Why can't Edward get his own wine?" Mike asked curiously. He was staring right at me now.

"I forgot to tell him... it's fine Mike. It's only a bottle of wine." What was he expecting, me to go and get hammered? Nope. Not today, thank you very much.

I suppose it was still hard for people to see that I had changed. I hated that feeling. It made me feel as weak and pathetic as I had been, before I met Edward.

Mike let it drop.

In Port Angeles, I picked up some wine. It looked like the same bottle that Phil had picked out that day too. There was some ghostly pang in my gut telling me something. I knew it was strange that I was creating the same day but with different people but I felt that it was right. Tonight was going to be good. Nobody was going to take this away from me.

I picked up two bottles just to make sure that we had enough. It would be typical of Charlie to decided to try something new and for us not to have much of it.

Making my way to the cash point, I placed down the bottles of wine on the conveyor belt.

"Bella?" My head snapped up instantly at the woman in front of me. I never noticed her, but she had noticed me and she had noticed the wine on the counter.

"Mrs Heeney," I tried to smile. She was a nosey old boot that loved to tell people exactly what she thought. She was going to ruin this for me. I knew it.

"Wine?" She asked as she quirked an eye brow up at me.

I nodded. "Yes," I replied. ""Special occasion." I shrugged. If I was nice enough maybe she would stay out of my business. She was partial to the gossip of Forks and I had heard my name spill from her tongue on a few occasions.

"No one else to get it?" she bit at me, suspicious.

"No. I forgot to tell Edward to get it this morning. You know, my boyfriend, who I live with. Dr Cullen's son." I smiled trying to show that I had nothing to hide.

"I believe they call that living in sin." She snapped at me.

What? She never said what I thought she did. Did she?

"We love each other, Mrs Heeney. Surely love isn't a sin." I tried to take her insult and show her that I wasn't too offend, even though I was. Sin? She had room to talk. She didn't speak to her son because he was gay. Witch.

I kept calm and knew that I had to only just survive this and I could get back to my day. I was going straight back home to start preparing dinner at Charlie's.

"I believe you are too young to buy that," She motioned to the wine. My eyes narrowed on her.

"I have my ID to prove I'm twenty-one." I lied and hoped that the cashier was oblivious to our exchange.

"So why didn't you get it at Forks? A long way to come for some wine that you could get back home.

"I was in town." I lied again. "I thought I'd pick it up on my way home."

"I saw you at work all of an hour ago." She pushed. What the hell was this?

"What are you? My stalker? I am in town , I picked up some wine. What's the crime?" I practically shouted.

"No crime, sweetheart. Least not yet. If this lovely girl serves you," She motioned to the cashier. "that would be the crime. Fake identification is forgery. Selling Alcohol to a minor is against the law. But I'm sure you know that already, with your father being Chief of Police." Cow. I was ready for smacking her.

She was pulling my day apart.

"Besides, alcohol is work of the devil. We all know the devilish things you have done. Perhaps you should avoid today's binge and go home and be a good daughter to that father of yours. Lord knows he has been put through enough.

I looked down at her completely stunned. She had no idea of anything. Who was she to go around preaching to me?

I looked toward the cashier and she shook her head, silently refusing me. My eyes narrowed on Mrs Heeney and I quickly turned away from her, racing out of the shop feeling embarrassed.

Panic and nerves built simultaneously as I stood at the door.

What was I doing here?

This was wrong. So so wrong.

I tried to put the idea out of my head. All I would do is get a little of what I needed and then I could relax a little. I knew that if Charlie and Edward found out they would be disappointed, but I needed it. My casual manor from this morning was gone and in its place was self doubt that I still wasn't strong enough to get though this.

And right now, with the way things had been, I didn't feel like I had a soul to speak too.

If I did this, this one little thing it would be enough to relax me and get me through the day.

It was only a little bit of pot, right?

The door opened and on the other side James stood. His smile was wide, if a little surprised. "Well, well, well. Look who is gracing my door today," He sighed. "It's been a while, sugar. Hows you?" He nodded, silently letting me into his apartment.

I was only going to get what I needed and then I was gone. I was going to be five minutes.

I walked in knowing that James would never simply just give me what I needed at the front door. That was not the way he did business.

With a beer in his hand he motioned to the lounge and I walked into the room ahead of him. I froze when I saw it. A kilo of cocaine.

It was just sitting there on the coffee table.

"It's pretty, aint it?" He joked as he swerved past me and straight to the drugs that lay on the table. It was for the most part unwrapped. He was sectioning it, breaking it onto smaller portions to sell of easier.

I was still stunned to see it. I wasn't sure if I had ever saw as much in one go before. I had never been near the stuff after Alice had ended up in hospital and I knew that I was never going to go near it again.

"Do you want some?" James asked as he lined up some with a razor blade. I only shook my head and swallowed hard. James was all to aware of my fear of it after what had happened to Alice. He knew that I had only ever stuck to marijuana after the whole incident. "I know you're worried, but I'll make sure you're safe this time. It's me who's preparing it." he smiled and he really did seem almost caring.

My legs betrayed me and walked to him, taking a seat on the floor with him. I was more curious to the substance and how he was getting it ready to sell it. I didn't want any.

He rolled up a note and passed it to me, offering me a line. I shook my head. "I have money." I told him clearly. I never gave James money because when I was a wreck, I paid James back with favours. Sexual favours.

I hated myself for doing what I had, moreso when Edward had found out, but at the same time, I tried not to berate myself to much as it was all in the past.

This was all in the past.

What was I doing back here?

James took the offered line and snorted it, taking traces of the powder and rubbing it into his gums. The difference in him was instantaneous and I was glad that I had knocked it back.

This wasn't me.

I felt hot, worried. What was I doing here?

Edward was going to be so disappointed in me. I had let him and Charlie down.

"Pot?" James smiled. I nodded knowing it was easier to go thought with the deal and throw the stuff away than to just up and leave. James didn't like people backing out, especially if they were in his apartment.

"Just a little," I croaked out, trying to hide my fear. I held out ten dollars to him, sure it would be enough.

"A joint?" He asked simply. I nodded to him again.

I wanted out of here.

He stood up and walked to a little box that was across the room. Opening it, he pulled out a pre-rolled joint and turned to me as I stood. "You know I don't take cash from you, Swan. It would be a conflict of interest for your daddy." he laughed.

My heart rate picked up, worried of what he wanted from me. He wasn't getting me. I had a boyfriend. "I-I have a boyfriend," my words stumbled out as if I thought that it would put him off. It wasn't going to out him off.

"Yeah. I heard. You and the young Cullen doc." he nodded. "And there was all those people gossiping that it was you and Alice that were at it." He laughed. "But come on, Swan, you know how this one works. I won't tell anybody if you don't." He smirked holding his hands up in the air, as if to surrender.

Shit.

I wasn't doing this. Not to Edward.

He stood right in front of me, grabbing at my hip, pulling me into him, making me kiss him.

For some reason the panic had filed though me enough to go along with it, if only to get out of this unharmed. I knew the stories of James. He got what he wanted.

I was scared and I had no one to blame but myself and my own stupidity.

He pulled me down onto the couch with him, his hand around the back of my neck, never letting me escape him. I was over his lap and with the restraint of his hand, I was stuck.

His other hand gripped at my side, pulling me down onto him as his tongue pushed into my mouth, choking me.

I wanted to cry.

Edward.

Edward.

Edward.

It was all I could think about to let my mind escape from the situation. I hadn't thought about this at all. Instead of taking a moment to think about what I was going to do, I jumped right in and landed my self in danger.

His grip was sore, manipulative. To get what he wanted from me.

His hand began to tug on my top, the top that my mother had gave to me. I couldn't take it off. No.

I loved Edward.

He had saved me from this and now I had just screwed it all up.

How was I going to explain this to him?

Was James right? Could it be a secret?

That thought didn't settle too well.

Pulling on my top, he brought it high up against me, looking for me to take it off. His death grip on my neck was released and I took the moment to try and get out of this. "I can't," I blurted out. "I have a boyfriend."

His gaze turned to a frown and his hand captured my wrist as tried to pull my top back down. His hold on my wrist was a warning. I thought it was going to snap with how tight he held onto me.

"Bella, this is the way we do business. It doesn't change." he practically roared. He let go of my hand and pulled my top off of me, tearing it a little in the process.

It fell to the floor and my body filled with panic at this monster. He was high and drunk. The concoction mixed in his body and made him seem almost like superman. Fast and strong and completely ready to use it against me.

Edward.

Edward.

Edward.

BANG

We both jumped, startled with the sound.

BANG

We looked at one another unsure of what exactly was happening. All I knew was that someone was kicking down that front door and I was about to get my chance to flee.

BANG

And before I knew it the sound of the front door being broken down echoed thought the apartment. I was tossed from James' knee and sent crashing to the floor, through the glass coffee table and the kilo of cocaine.

Once this was over, James was going to kill me.

"POLICE." The loud booming voice came from the hall and within milliseconds there was a wave of guns pointed in our direction. Looking up from one of the barrels I looked up into the deeply disappointed eyes of my dad.

"Please," I begged him. He shook his head as he tightened the cuffs around my wrist. I wanted my top back. Instead, my dad thought it was best to humiliate me, for me to walk out to the car and to the station in my bra.

"This one needs the hospital." He motioned to me as if I was someone he didn't even know. Wait? Hospital?

"No," I argued. "I don't need the hospital." I tried. I knew I needed the hospital. Taking a head first dive in to a glass coffee table had left a gash across my forehead where blood was trickling out from. It didn't seem to want to stop either. On top of that I was covered in about half of the cocaine, half of the police evidence from the raid. Apparently they knew that James had just received a delivery and were quick off the mark to try and clean it up before it had a chance to hit the streets.

My dad pushed me to the ground, seating me next to James who was also cuffed. James looked at me with a death glare, no doubt convinced that I had led them here.

I hadn't.

Other officers looked down at me with disgust in there eyes.

I was trash to them and I was always going to be that way. To them, to everybody.

"So why exactly are you here, Bella?" My dads stern cop voice scared the living hell out of me.

"I-I..." I tried.

"She dropped off the kilo," James shrugged nonchalantly. My head snapped in his direction at his obvious lie. The thing was it was obviously a lie to me, but who would my dad believe?

"I never." I shouted back in protest to James. Turning to Charlie I looked up to him from my spot on the floor. "I never. I promise on my mom's grave. He's lying." Charlie's eyes lit with fury at swearing on my mom's grave. I think the real issue was that she never had a grave. Or it could be the fact that it was her birthday. It was a sensitive day all round.

"Enough," He shouted as he grabbed hold of my forearm, pulling me to my feet. "I'm taking her to emergency. Gonna get her head checked out then I'll bring her back to the station for a formal statement. Clear out this place and place him in the cell and leave him until I get back." He motioned to James.

"Will I come with you Chief?" One of the other officers asked, clearly trying to keep to protocol.

He thought for a moment and finally nodded, accepting the offer and keeping his conscience clear. Such a good cop, I thought bitterly. It was going to be my only time to try and talk him out of taking me to the hospital. If Edward was to see me, he was going to freak out. I could lose him.

I shook the thought out of my head. I wasn't going to lose him. He loved me, he would let me explain this and we would get through it.

So why did doubt swirl through my veins at the thought?

I was man handled by my own father as he began to push me out the door. "Wait," I begged. "My top. Least let me take it with me. Mom bought me it." At my words I saw a flicker of weakness in his eyes. He nodded, picked up the top, holding onto it as he continued to push me out into the street. I was lucky, only a few faces that I didn't actually recognise was all that littered the street. They still stared right at me, in only my underwear. I dropped my head, trying to hide my face and my shame as I was put into the back of the cruiser.

Pulling away from the scene, we headed for the hospital.

Now I cried. Now.

I hated the fear I felt in my body. Edward was going to find out everything. He was going to be so mad at me.

"Why were you there, Bella?" My dad asked me once more. This time there was no one around to interrupt me.

I wiped at my tears with the back of my right hand having my left had cuffed to the bed. Apparently it was standard procedure. And I was still only in my bra and jeans. "I had..." I sighed and started again. "I forgot to ask Edward to get wine for tonight so I decided to drive out of town and use my fake ID." Why did I do it? Why did I feel that I needed it to be exactly as it had been last time? "I met that old bat, Mrs Heeney. She just started having a go at me." I tried not to cry. "I had the wine in my hand. Two bottles and she just... she just went for me." I let the tears roll from my eyes. "She said I was going to binge and she said I was living in sin. The wine was for diner." I shrugged. Did he care? Did he believe me?

"How did you end up at James's? Out of all the places you could have went, out of all the people..." He sighed, disappointment lacing his words.

"I needed to relax. I just needed something to take the edge off of the run in I had. I-I just felt so lost and I couldn't go to Edward-"

"Why not?" He snapped at me. "Why couldn't you just come here and see him. If you were upset-"

I interrupted him. He had no idea that Edward and I were falling apart. "He's stressed, dad. He doesn't need me bothering him. I can't even remember the last time we had a real conversation." I sobbed into my hand.

"Me then, Bella." He shouted. "You should have came to me." I nodded knowing he was right.

I just acted without thinking of anybody. "I just never thought. I'm sorry. I thought I'd have a smoke and that it would calm me. That it could just make me feel..." I sighed off never finishing my words. I didn't know what or how to feel right now.

The curtain pulled back revealing Edward. His eyes shadowed with worry and he was looking ghostly white. "My god, you're all right." He gasped as he reached for me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

I tightened my right arm, gripping him, trying to keep him with me for a moment longer before he realized any of the situation.

He let out a little laugh as he pulled back from me. "You look like you have fell through a flour mill." The small smile and the relief on his face only lasted a few minutes as his eyes began inspecting me.

His eyes went to my head, his fingers following and his thumb stroked below the opening of the wound. I loved that careful touch he had. Looking down he saw me in my bra and my hand cuffed to the bed.

Charlie was setting this up as an example. I was being made a fool of because of my mistake.

"Bella?" He asked as the confusion set in. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even look at him.

"Bella?" He asked again, this time more firm. Demanding. From the corner of my eye I could see him turn to Charlie looking for an answer.

Of course, Charlie was going to tell him Everything. I felt sick.

"It's cocaine. We found her at James' when we went to raid his house." The tone in Charlie's voice was sorry, but I was sure it was only sorry to Edward.

"Bella?" Edward called on me again. He was giving me time to explain myself. What the hell was I to say to this? Would he believe me? That I didn't want it. That I changed my mind because I didn't want to let him down. I doubted it.

My jaw was tugged on sharply and I was made to face him. "What the hell is this?" He spat. "You went to James?" He asked completely hurt. His eyes gazed down to only my bra and I knew his mind was racing to all the wrong conclusions.

"Wait. Let me explain." I tried. "I-I-"

"You are a liar, Bella. I know all of your shit and I have put up with it. I am not listening to what ever excuse you have now."

"Edward," My dad tried. Now he tries? What was the point? If he had given me time... a moment to even fix my appearance this could have all turned out differently. Edward though that I had cheated on him.

"No, Charlie. I don't care. Not any more. I'm through with all of this." He sneered at me one last time before turning his back to me and walking away.

"Give him time." My dad told me as if it was actually going to mean something.

I looked at him, angry and disgusted. He shook off my look and turned away from me. "He needed to know the truth, Bella."

"The truth? You think he saw the truth? He thinks I cheated on him." I roared and sobbed all at the same time.

"Didn't you?" He asked, confusion flitted across his face and he thought I had cheated too.

"No." I shouted again. "I did not cheat. I-I... What's the point. You won't believe me. I couldn't get away. He-he was..." I couldn't say he was forcing me. I didn't even know how to explain it. " He was high. He wanted things... I didn't. I didn't even want the stupid joint after I saw it. I knew Edward would be..." I sob wrecked my body knowing that it was all over. He would never take me back. "He would have been disappointed in me."

Charlie looked at me, shock written all over his face. He didn't know what to believe and I knew now he was doubting himself over bringing me here in the first place.

I was just so tired. I couldn't stop the tears from coming.

Sitting in the apartment, I waited for Edward to get back home from work. I hadn't saw him for the rest of the day. After I had my cut fixed up and a couple of paper stitches put over it, I was back at the station.

I never had any formal questioning though. Instead, Charlie sat me down and made me go through it all. What exactly happened when I was with James. He grew mad at my stupidity but mostly he grew mad with James. I wasn't trying to pass the buck of my own downfall, I was simply only trying to tell him exactly what had happened and how I had felt. Trapped.

Sitting on the couch my nerves knotted in my stomach thinking all about the looks I was going to get from Edward. He didn't know I was here. Would he assume I would come here? Would he come back here? He was already late.

Before I knew it I heard the front door opening. I kept quiet. I didn't want him to run straight right back out the door.

I waited for him to come to the lounge but he never. Instead, I heard him make his way to our bedroom.

I had to go to him. I had to explain it all.

Quietly, I crept after him. "Edward," he jumped at my voice and turned around to meet me. His eyes looked shattered. Had he been crying?

"Get out of my apartment." he shouted instantly, jumping towards me. "Out of my bedroom and out of my apartment. I don't want to see your face again."

"No," I fought hard to stay standing. He was trying to edge me to the door. "I need to explain. I need to tell you what happened. I need you to believe me because I'm telling you the truth, okay?" I begged.

"Leave, Bella. I-I don't want to hear any of it." He shouted pushing my back up against the front door. He pulled me into him for a brief second as he opened the door and tried to push me out of it.

"No," I fought. "Please, Edward," I braced my hands against he frame of the door and the edge of it. Trying to stop him. "If you love me, you will let me explain everything." I tried.

He pulled me back and slammed the door closed, letting me catch my breath. "Puck up you're shit and get out of here. You were topless..." his tone caught me off guard. He was always so strong, I had saw him gradually fall and now he was on the floor after what I had done. But I still hadn't done anything wrong. Not really. Not what he was thinking at least.

"He took it off of me," I argued back.

"And you just let him?" he asked disbelievingly.

"No... yes. I did. I was scared all right. He was high and drunk and-and I couldn't stop him. I thought he was going to break my arm."

Edward instantly pulled on both of may arms, inspecting for any tell tale marks to prove my story. There wasn't any marks though.

"I had a run in with someone in a shop and I felt shit. I just wanted to get stoned and forget all about it. Once I was there though I knew I was wrong. I tired to pay for it and leave... but this was James.

"Did he force himself on you?" And for the briefest moment I could see concern for me in his eyes. But James hadn't forced me. Not really at least. It had stopped before it got to that point. I shook my head.

"No, not like that he didn't" And the concern from his eyes was gone.

"You did it willingly?" He asked, his voice breaking.

"Nothing happened. My dad..." I sighed. "I don't know what would have happened. I didn't want any of it. You have to believe me. All I thought about was you."

He let himself slide down the wall, taking in my words. He looked utterly devastated and I hated myself for even getting out of bed this morning.

"You're covered in cocaine... I thought you hated that stuff. Why?" He asked.

"I didn't want it. I wasn't there for that. It was just laying out and when my dad busted in I was sent thought the coffee table. It was on top of it." I shrugged.

"You didn't do any?" I was gob smacked with that question.

"Of course not. I've never done it before. Not after what happened to Alice. Do I look high to you?" I asked grabbing his jaw and making him look deep into my eyes. I wasn't high, I was petrified.

He pulled away from my hand looking anywhere else but at me.

"Did you kiss him?" He asked with worry. I was sure he knew that answer.

"He kissed me, yes. I-I really didn't-"

"Shut up. I don't want any excuses, Bella." He snapped at me so I closed my mouth.

He sighed and looked down at the floor. "I want you to pack up what you can and I want you to leave. I want you gone and I don't want to ever have to think about you again, let alone speak to you." My heart broke. It couldn't all just end like this. Not after everything we had been through.

I begged. "No, no, please." I grabbed hold of his shirt. "It can't be like this. It was all a mistake. I didn't want to kiss him. He made me," What exactly was I saying here. It was as if I had fought him off. The only reason I never had though was because I was scared. "I love you Edward-"

"And I thought you loved me enough to come to me instead of going after all that shit. Why did you do it?" he growled.

"You-you... I haven't saw you in so long, Edward. You're here, but you're not really with me. You don't talk to me. I just didn't know what to do. I snapped for a moment and then I came to my senses but it was too late by then." I crawled up on to his knee and for some reason he let me.

I reached for his lips, kissing him gently. I wanted him to kiss me back. To take away the taste of James and his Budweiser. "I love you so much, Edward. I know I made a mistake, but just kiss me and try to put it behind us. We can get over this. I'm too scared to move from here Edward. Kiss me. He made me kiss him. I want you to kiss me. I want you to erase it all." I pushed forward and he pushed me away. He stood up and I slid into a ball on the hall at his feet.

"If you wanted me to kiss you, you really shouldn't have mentioned him." He walked into the bedroom and I quickly rushed to my feet, following after him.

"I'm sorry. I was only trying to be honest. I want you." I cried. Floods of tears consumed me as I watched him race around the room packing up my things. "Please don't do this. Please."

He ignored me. He never said a word and he never looked at me.

"Edward," I begged collapsing onto the bed. I just needed him to look at me. Let me explain it all. Let me explain it all to him like I had explained it all to Charlie. But he chose to ignore me.

Once he filled up a bag of my things he reached for my arm and lifted me up from the bed and pushed me through the apartment to the front door. I argued, begged, pleaded. He never answered me and he never looked at me. Pushing me through the door ,he slammed it in my face.

And just like that, I was all on my own again.

This time though, I had no one but myself to blame and I knew that no one was going to come and rescue me either.

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