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A/N: It seems that if I have posts written I have to post them instead of spacing them out like a normal person would. A rather short-no super short- chappie and sort of depressing. I most certainly did not enjoy writing this. Anger is not a fun thing to write about and thinking up dialogue said in anger is not easy as I'm a non confrontational person and rarely find myself in such situations. Thanks, again, everyone for reading. Your comments always help so much. –hugs-

Chapter Eleven Anger is an Ugly Emotion

I'd been so sure that he knew the truth. That he'd just been playing along to rid himself of Demetri's presence. And it was clear that this was not the case. Most of my anger towards him had been based on that wrong assumption.

"You did it?" He croaked.

Jasper put a comforting arm around me. My chest was tightening with unshed tears. While a vampire cannot cry, the urge to do so doesn't vanish. It was so much more humiliating admitting this to Edward than to Jasper, or anyone else, for that matter. I swallowed hard, trying to finds the words to answer him, but none came so I just nodded, my eyes sliding to the floor.

But after a considerable pause and he didn't speak I glanced at him. He still hadn't moved, just continued staring at me like he'd never seen me before. It hurt to see him looking at me like that. Like I was a monster. This was going exactly the way I'd predicted. I could deal with almost anything, but I could not bear the look in Edward's eyes, the feeling that he was disgusted by the thing I'd become.

"Why did Demetri not mention this?" He asked between clenched teeth once he got over his shock.

"He was trying to protect me," I admitted in a small voice. I hated sounding so pathetic, but I was scared to death that he was going to leave me over this mess. So many things he'd been able to forgive, but apparently even he had a limit and I guess I'd finally reached that limit.

Jasper interrupted. "It doesn't matter, Edward," he said calmly as his power wafted through the hallway. "She's feeling bad enough right now. No reason to make it worse." He took my elbow and began leading me back toward the stairs. "Let's go talk to Alice. You two need some time apart, I think."

Edward had shaken off the effects of Jasper's power and sprinted forward, ripping me from his grasp. "I was not done talking to her," he spat out angrily at Jasper. He pushed me, none to gently, back into our room and- for what seemed the millionth time- slammed the bedroom door closed before turning his livid gaze on me. I'd expected some anger, but mostly I figured he'd be disappointed. This level of fury was alarming, to say the least. I cowered away from him, moving as far across the room as I could get. "So this is what you were in such a hurry to discuss with Demetri. Trying to get your stories straight?" He sneered.

"No…"

"How gentlemanly of him to take the blame for you. You do seem to have quite the effect on men. Even Jasper was trying to protect you out there." He walked around his room and grabbed the shelf nearest and tore it from the wall and threw it across the room causing it and everything on it to splinter into many pieces. "Then of course there's Jacob, Aro, oh, and lets not forget Marcus. I guess we can lump Mike and poor dead Tyler in that group as well. They were always falling all over you to do your bidding. Perhaps," he motioned between us sharply before continuing, "What we have is not what it seems."

"Don't…I love you, Edward. You must know that," I said shakily. He didn't love me anymore. He was going to leave me. My heart was burning with such loss I could barely breathe past the painful sensation.

He was suddenly right in front of me glowering. "I do not know anything anymore," he hissed. I held the journal closer to me which forced his attention to it. He tore the portfolio out of my hands and wrenched it opened pulling the picture of me out as the book dropped carelessly to the carpet. He snarled as he shredded it into many pieces.

My back was pressed against the wall as I watched him tear the page apart, pain searing through me at his words. "Don't say that," I gasped. "You can't mean that." My eyes followed the snippets of my picture as they fell like snow to the carpet.

"Oh, but I do. You know, I don't think you're all that different from Alyria. She's just a hell of a lot more honest than you are about it. I like that in a woman," he mocked.

"Edward!" Rosalie shouted in the doorway. "That's enough."

Emmett and Carlisle moved past her and stepped between us. Carlisle placed a restraining hand against his shoulder while Emmett ushered me out of the room, my body trembling from the argument.

A/N: I know that was short, but I didn't want to switch pov's during this post. Wanted it to be all about Edward. I know I haven't worked Leah in yet, but I'm planning on it. Thanks guys!

Sabrina