Edward's Point Of View

"Get out..."

Her words were simple, yet so filled with anger, her eyes matching that same emotion. I stood before her, defeated. I couldn't deny her the simple request she demanded of me. I walked out.

I had traveled for an entire day to be the one place I was meant to be, at her side. Yet, I found myself turned away. Was it really a surprise? How on earth could I have expected her to welcome me back with open arms?

The drive back to my previously abandoned residence took only moments. My hurried driving was a spitting image of the anger I felt inside, directed only at myself. I slammed the car into 'park' and made my way inside, looking forward to the loneliness and silence that awaited me. With the way my day had been going, I shouldn't have been shocked that my entire family stood before me, worried and happy expressions painted across their familiar faces.

Esme was the first and only to throw her arms around me and embrace me in only a way that a mother can. I assumed I had worried her enough over the past few months, Alice's visions must have really sent her over the edge. Carlisle greeted me by squeezing my shoulder, as he always had while the others stood in front of us, paired off. I offered them a smile before leaving the room, instantly making my way upstairs and into the comfort of my untouched bedroom.

My hard body hit the black, leather sofa that entertained my bedroom, taking in what all had happened. My return home had started by stumbling across my bleeding Bella, and moved on to a horrifying eight hour surgery that left me praying to whatever god would listen to a monster such as myself. My prayers went answered, for only a short three days after, my Bella awoke. I had found myself during her three unconscious days, just... talking to her. Carrying on entire conversations while she slept, although she couldn't hear or respond in anyway. I had caught myself thinking on more than one occasion, how could such a small and breakable being have such a forceful pull and hold on me? That question would always go unanswered.

A sigh escaped my lips as I replayed the words she spoke to me in such anger. An anger like I had never seen her portray. I knew at some points in our relationship I had made her upset, aggravated even but none of those times multiplied, compared to this... I felt dead, for the first time since meeting her.

The next few days I spent alone in my bedroom much as I had in my hotel room over the past few months, though I no longer ignored the voices outside my door. My family continued their lives on, unpacking their belongings after Alice gave them the 'go ahead'. The only difference between this hell, and the one in the hotel was that there was a knock on my door during this stay.

The door opened slowly without a response from myself to allow it. Rosalie entered alone, offering me a sympathetic smile. It enraged me to receive pity from any of my family members. They knew nothing of losing the one they loved, they were all still together. She was the first to speak, since I had nothing to say.

"Esme is worried about you, I'm sure you know." My sister seated herself at the end of the leather sofa my feet occupied. I made no effort to reposition myself to make space for her, she often stole everyone's space as it was... "Perhaps you should make an appearance today, for her sake."

"Rosalie thinking of someone other than herself, I must have woken up in a different world." My eyes pierced her like ice, my words equally as cold, though I cared not. I didn't care about anything, not anymore. "Perhaps you should make an appearance downstairs and leave me the hell alone." Rosalie was used to my sarcastic and unnecessary comments, she and I got along the least in the family, though today she chose to take even less offense to my words as usual. Purposely, as if trying to provoke me further. I refused to give in.

Pulling myself up from the stiff and continuous position I had myself I for the past days, I left my room and left her annoying ways behind only to find the rest of the house empty. Rosalie's scent no longer lingered in my bedroom, but instead pushed itself out my window, leaving me behind. A trick.