Edward POV

I screwed up. Big time.

"Edward, why did you decide to do this, again?" Susan asked me, running her hands up and down my arm.

I sighed. "I don't know. I have no idea. Why did you kiss me like that.. in front of her?" I asked.

She pursed her lips, in the way Bella would sometimes do, and made my heart ache with sadness and fear.

Did I hurt her..?

"Well, I always wanted to kiss you.. But don't tell Thomas. He might get mad." She smiled softly, thinking of her husband of a week.

I felt horrible, knowing I had followed Emmett's stupid advice on how to make Bella jealous, and ended up hurting her.

Looking at Susan, I knew that if I left, she wouldn't realize it, so I turned and walked to my room, where I sat on the newest addition to my room, a huge bed.

I rested my head in in my hands, and felt the tears sting my eyes.

How could I have been so stupid?

I thought then of Shakespeare, and whisperers "So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar."

"Ah, William Shakespeare, what a brilliant man," came Carlisle's voice. I looked up, and merely dropped my head into my hands again.

"What do you want?" I mumbled, more like whispered, as I wallowed in my sadness.

Carlisle sat beside me, stretched out his legs. "You know, son.. You're wallowing."

I merely grunted.

"What you did to Bella was very cruel, Edward.. Very, very cruel." He scolded me, as if I was five and not a hundred and eight. I mentally groaned.

"I know it was, Carlisle," I softly replied, removing my head from my hands and looking at him for a second time. "I know it was."

"Then why did you do it, Edward?" He asked, looking a bit confused. I sighed, laid back against the bed.

"Bella needs to start to find other people.. I want her too. She's never had a boyfriend, Carlisle, and.. I just think.. She thinks that she's in love with me."

With a expression of deep thought, Carlisle picked up a piece of paper, stared at it, put it back down.

"Edward," he turned and looked at me, his face still in the mask of deep thought, but now there was also deep concern. "What if you were wrong, and she does love you, and.."

He trailed off, as I turned my head to look at him.

"And..?" I asked, sort of rudely. Carlisle just ignored it, and continued.

"What if you hurt her so deeply.. That she cannot be healed? What if.. She goes and throws herself off a cliff, just like Esme?"

My heart stopped beating, the color drained out of my face. I could see it, so clearly, so perfectly.

She'd be crying, her hair down, blowing in the wind, wearing the favorite blue dress I loved.

"I love you, Edward" I could hear her say, as the tears slid slowly down her cheeks.. As she walked to the edge of the cliff, then stepped over it, disappearing from my view.

"No!" I cried, filled with terror. "No, no, no, no!" I got up from the bed, and raced down stairs, out the front door to my car.

Within minutes I was in it, the engine was on, and I was pulling out of the drive way.

"That was a cruel thing to do, Carlisle." Esme smiled at Carlisle, scolding him.

"Hey, he needed a push.. You know of the vision.. I needed to.. Set it on the right track." He replied, putting his arm over his wife's shoulders.

Meanwhile...

I pulled up in front of her house, had barely parked before I threw open the door and ran up to her porch and banged on the door.

No one answered. I knocked again. No one answered. I wonder if she's going to forgive me... a thought came but I pushed it to the back of my mind, and knocked again. Still, no answer.

I began to think the worst, and stepped back, and was going to kick the door down when Bella answered the door, her eyes red and swollen.

Her face crumbled when she saw me and she slammed the door in my face.

Guess that means no.

I was going to ring the doorbell when I heard something. Crying, I realized, and felt a pain in my chest. I made her cry.

"..Bella, open the door, please." I asked, softly through the door. I heard the sobs increase in volume. I was starting to get real worried.

"Bella, please, open the door." She didn't answer, and the sobs drifted away.. I knocked again, no answer. Finally, I got fed up, and kicked the door in.

I ran to her room, and found her laying on the bed, curled into a ball crying... I felt a pain so deep, I put my hand over my chest

I walked slowly over to her, and sat on the bed. "..Bella," I began, reaching out to touch her.

She shrank back, cried harder. "G-g-get o-o-ut yo-u-u b-bastar-d-d." She cried, stuttering. I felt like someone knocked me out with a ton of bricks.

Bella never swore... Ever. Sometimes she'd say "hell" or things like that, but never said the more meaningful words, like shit.. Bastard, being one of them.

I sighed. "Bella, please," she just shook her head.

Finally, I just put my arms around her waist and sat her on my lap. She didn't even notice, just cried harder.

"Shh, Bella, shh.. Calm down, it's oka-" I stopped, and stared at her arm.

Oh, my God.

"Bella, where'd you get this?" I pointed at the cut in her arm.

No answer.

"God dammit, Bella. Where did you get this cut?"

"..She got it from when, running from her car to the house, she fell." a deep voice said.

I spun around to see Chief Swan standing in the doorway... He looked pissed. Oh, great work, Edward.. You just pissed off a police chief. Way to go.

"Chief Swan. I didn't realize you were home." I tried not to see the way his lip curled.

"Yeah, I've been home for awhile.. Enough to see Bella hardly make it out of the car.. then enough to see you kick the damn door down."

I mentally gulped. "Uh.. Well.. I was.. worried about Bella.."

"I'm aware."

"Sir.." I began, preparing to tell him the story.

"..He didn't do it, Dad." Bella looked up at Charlie.

"He didn't make you cry? I say thats a load of bullsh-"

"Dad!"

"What?"

"Edward didn't do anything... I'm crying with happiness, really."

"Oh really?"

"Yes.." Bella seemed to be stalling, so I was going to just blurt out the truth, when she came up with something.

"Edward's taking me away for a week. To the beach."

"I am?" I asked, then caught Bella's glare. "I mean, I am."

Chief Swan just looked at me, and was about to answer when all of a sudden, I heard Emmetts voice.

"Yo, Edward, Bella, we uh, got a bit of a problem. Come on down, and try to hurry. Oh, and Chief Swan, there's a man for you, Chuck."

Chief Swan ran downstairs, and Emmett appeared, looking grave.

"Edward, Bella... Alice is missing."