Chapter Eighteen

Breaking

Margarete's POV

I sat in the middle of the hotel's uncomfortable bed. Eyes closed, concentrating on lives of the people I have met over the past few weeks, both mortal and immortal. The plan that Edward and I had completed, was still circling through everyone's minds. Especially Edward's. I sighed, slowly opening my eyes.

I realize now, the plan had many flaws that I over looked. One flaw, was how sensitive Edward is. The act we did, meant a lot to him. A virgin losing his purity and giving up his morals to a stranger, all so he could see his wife run away from him and in to the arms of a dog.

Bella didn't give up without a fight, though. She went back to the house, after Edward came back from dropping me off. I listened to the argument. Soon, all the Cullens knew. Emmett attacked Edward, as Alice tried to comfort Bella. Rosalie sat in silence and she was know president of my haters fan club. Jasper had to hold back Emmett, which really wasn't an easy task.

The next day, Bella was at La Push. She was welcomed with open arms but all the werewolves still had their guards up. As for Jacob, his mind and heart were still on me. The imprint was strong, but he was now slowly drifting away from me and back to her.

Now, I was left all alone. Emmett still hasn't realized he belongs with Rosalie and every night he shows up at my door, begging for me to let him in. I refuse, of course. And I know he won't break down the door, he's come close though. I haven't spoken to Edward. I have tried though. He's put off by me. He thinks what we did means nothing at all to me. Which isn't true. I've been with many men. All meant nothing to me. With Edward, though, I can't explain it. His aggression and passion were overwhelming. I've never been touched like that or felt the way I did when I was with him.

I slid off the bed and walked to the window. I pushed the curtain to the side and looked out at the city. From the looks of things, it was just a quiet sleepy town. I could hear the fights between parents and feel the fear of their children hiding under their blankets. I glanced down at the parking lot and was shocked at what I saw. Rosalie was leaning against her very flashy car, looking up at me. I gave her a small nod and she pushed herself off of the car and headed for the entrance of the hotel. I opened the door and she stepped in.

She cleared her throat, brushing her hair out of her face, "I'm assuming you know why I'm here?"

"Actually, I don't. I've been preoccupied with making sure things are going back to how they should be."

"And how are things going?"

I nodded slowly, "So far so good. Listen, Rosalie, I want to apologize."

She raised an eyebrow, "I think what you did is beyond apologies, Margarete."

"It is, I know. I still would like to apologize. I never meant to get between you and Emmett. I wish I could take it back, but I can't."

"Well, thank you. I appreciate the apology. That's not exactly why I'm here though. It's about Edward."

My ears perked up, "Is he ok?" Of course he was. I would know if he wasn't.

"He's fine. Though, I don't think he's going to be fine for long. I think you should go speak with him. You both have a lot in common with your gifts. He needs someone around who understands."

"I honestly don't think he's going to want to speak with me, but I'll try."

I swear I saw her smile, "Thank you. And as for Emmett, next time he comes by here, tell me if he really doesn't want to be with me, then he should tell me. Instead of beating around the bush and not coming home for days."

"I will. I'm sure he'll be coming by after you leave. It's clock work. Tonight, he'll be in for a surprise when I actually let him in."

She walked to the door, "It was nice talking to you, Margarete."

"Like wise," I said softly and then she was gone.

A few minutes later there was a knock at my door and it was Emmett. I sighed and unlocked it, puling it open, "Emmett. Come in."

He grinned like a little boy and walked in, "You're not avoiding me?"

"We need to talk."

"I agree."

"This," I gestured between us, "can't happen. What you're feeling is lust. It isn't love. It's just lust. Nothing more. And you need to talk with Rosalie. Figure out what you're going to do."

The boy sure did have a thing with growling. I sighed, "Emmett, please. She is your life. She is the reason you're alive, is she not? You two belong together. Bronze and beauty."

His shoulders lowered, defeated, "She'll never forgive me."

I nodded, "She will. She needs you. You need her. Over time, she'll forget about your infidelity."

"I won't. I never will. You're in me, Margarete."

I sighed, "I'm sorry my presence as effected you so." I turned my back on him, silently showing him he really did need to leave. I didn't hear him move, only the door screaming at it's hinges when he slammed it behind him.