A/N Hey it's me again. I know you guys all probably hate me for not updating since what? Beginning of September? I know you probably don't want to hear my whinges about how suckish my life is, but I really want to apologise to all of my readers for my inability to post.

Recipe for not posting:

Attend one of the best sixth forms in the country (more work than I've ever experienced in my life), family death, being a carer (to 4 immediate family members) around the clock, struggling with continuing depression, losing almost all of your friends, fighting (and sometimes losing) an ongoing battle with self-harm, the death of a pet, Olympic related activities taking up a lot of free time, becoming one of 9 young advisors for a project run by the Prime Minister, living in a homophobic family whilst being bi, confusing stuff with a girl I like, etc etc (you get the idea). Mix all of that together. Leave to stew for months.

Result = Inability to think straight let alone compile anything worthy for my readers

You're probably all wondering why I managed to start writing again. Truth is, I hadn't planned on. But I'm fed up of struggling with self-harm so I went to see a therapist the other week. She told me to find something else to do rather than cut or whatever. And writing always relaxes me. Makes me feel better, takes my mind off stuff.

I know none of this makes up for not posting for this long, but I've got another chapter to post tomorrow to hopefully make it up to you guys and then I'm going to try and write more often to stop myself getting all emo-y.

Hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight =/

"Edward, I think we need to talk" and I watched as a variety of emotions crossed his face, ones that I expected like confusion and shock and one that I didn't; a brief glimpse of anger. Feeling slightly daunted, I shuffled further back on my bed until my back was against the wall and hugged the pillow tighter to me as though it would protect me from what was to come.

"Maybe you should sit down Edward" I started, hoping to draw out the inevitable for slightly longer. The anger that I had seen in his face mere moments ago had worried me, so I decided to try and procrastinate to give someone (Alice) the chance of saving me if he loses his temper.

"I don't think that is necessary Isabella" snapped Edward. I winced at his tone, but tried to clear my face of emotion to avoid giving myself away. He couldn't know already, could he? Oh God, if he caught Angela and harmed her I don't know what I'll do. And Alice, what if he has hurt her already?

I could feel myself start to hyperventilate, and watched as Edward flicked his gaze up to me, his darkened eyes smouldering into mine as the corner of his mouth lifted into an intimidating smirk. "Am I scaring the human?" he drawled out, edging closer. I inhaled as he started to lean over my bed so that his face was hovering inches from mine.

"I wouldn't want that now, would I?" he almost growled out, baring his teeth at me. I barely suppressed a whimper of fear, before forcing out "Is something wrong Edward?"

A cruel laugh rang out round my room, giving me goose bumps as he bent over and brushed his nose against my pulse-point. Stiffening, I waited until he pulled away and jumped in surprise when he moved only to run his long fingers along my still-exposed collar bone.

"No Isabella, of course nothing is wrong. I just found my girlfriend, who supposedly loves me, in her bedroom that reeks of arousal, a smell that peaks when she feels my arms round her but diminishes to almost nothing when she sees that it is me holding her. And then I notice that her neck and collar bone are absolutely covered in red marks which look suspiciously like love bites. Bites that I know I didn't give her. So of course everything is fine. Just peachy!"

Throughout this monologue he had stepped away from me and started pacing up and down my room, running his hands through his perpetually messy hair. How I ever found that attractive I don't know, because right now it was just annoying the hell out of me. I was surprised by his comment about love bites until I remembered back to earlier this afternoon – she reached my pulse point and she nipped at it lightly before running her tongue over the mark, soothing it and sending shots of pleasure through me-

Suddenly he paused his actions and turned to face me. Before I could register what was happening, he was straddling me on my bed with his impossibly strong hands wrapped around my neck.

"Who is it?" He snarled out, venom visibly dripping from his now exposed fangs. I could feel myself start to tremble and the pressure on my neck was beginning to become uncomfortable. I was unable to answer him however, because his face quickly cleared and he lowered his head to my collar bone, sniffing. "ALICE"

I gasped as the hand around my neck tightened impossibly and was unable to hold in my scream of pain when he picked me up and threw me cross my bedroom, landing with a sickening thump against the wall. Within an instant he was in front of me again, hand back around my throat and holding me a foot above the ground, pinned against the wall. I was terrified. I had never seen Edward looking like this and I was incredibly fearful for my life. His shoulder were slightly hunched and his was snarling at me through his teeth, anger emanating off him in waves. His pitch black eyes were burning into mine and he leaned forward slightly to growl out "My own sister? How could you?"

"I'm s-s-sorry Edward. I didn't mean it to happen. I swear. S-s-seriously. I-it just did" I managed to stutter out, a massive feat considering the ever increasing pressure on my windpipe.

"BULLSHIT" he bellowed out. I flinched as he spat venom across my face. "You planned this you little bitch. You thought you could worm your way into our family through my heart and then leave me behind and go off with that slut. This is what you wanted to talk about isn't it? Isn't it! You were planning on leaving me for her, weren't you!"

I gritted my teeth at that and almost back at him myself. Not the wisest idea, but he couldn't insult Alice. "She is NOT a slut! And yes, I'm breaking up with you Edward, we haven't worked for a while now and I'm fed up of pretending that-" I was cut off when he applied even more pressure on my windpipe.

By this point it had gotten dark and the moonlight had started to pour in through my now closed window, which I realised he must've closed when he came in. The moonlight cast eerie shadows around my room, falling on him to make him seem like a nightmarish gargoyle. Unreal, that's what this whole situation was. Breaking me out of my reverie, the gargoyle growled viciously at me and put his mouth against my ear.

I shivered at the proximity and my heart turned to ice when I heard him mutter "That will never happen dear Isabella. I will kill you before I let you commit such an earthly sin with my own sister. You will not disobey me and cheat on me and leave me for another woman! I will not allow it!"

Without a further thought he lifted me up and threw me across the room. I closed my eyes expecting to hit another wall, but instead felt a cool sensation before the sound of crashing glass reached my ears. I felt shards of glass pouring down on me as I continued my flight through the air, noticing how the temperature had got noticeable colder. I found myself thinking that I was taking a long time to hit something, before I felt something very hard, cold and wet smack onto the left side of my body. The impact had me reeling and I felt unimaginable pain shoot up my arm, leg and back. My head had hit the hard thing too and I forced down some nausea before forcing my eyes open.

After waiting for everything to come into focus, I gasped as I realised that Edward had actually thrown me out of my bedroom window and onto the ground outside my house. No wonder the impact hurt so much.

Edward.

I couldn't see him.

Yeah, I know it's a bit darker than my normal stuff but I guess I'm in a darker place. I'll try to make it lighten up in the next few chapters.