Yes, cliffhangers are quite a thing. Personally, I hate reading them, especially when nothing is after it, like, there's no next chapter. Huh, kind of like what I did to your guys.

There was a reason for that. This next part of the story is going to take a little bit, so I had to move it to this chapter, or the other chapter was going to be like ten thousand words, and if you didn't know, that would be hell of a long chapter.

Okay, when we last left off, Bella screamed after Edward dropped her off. I was going to torture you and put it in Edward's point of view, but I really didn't want hate mail. :)

Have fun reading, and don't forget to review. Ten reviews equal the next chapter, lovelies.

So here you go the next chapter :)

BPOV

"I will call you Edward," I said to him. He laughed as he let my hand go.

"Goodnight Bella," he said flashing that smile I was sure to have wet dreams about. I flashed a knowing smile at him, and the turned the doorknob to the front door.

I stepped into the house, after watching Edward walk down to the driveway, and I screamed at what I saw.

My mother. She was sitting on the sofa, reading a book. When she saw me, she stood up. She was always so formal, so elegant. But she was also ice cold. She never touched me, hugged me, and kissed me to show affection. Never. Because her love was so empty I could have placed the entire universe to fill the void.

I wasn't scared of her. I was apathetic about her existence. We could coexist, and then there were times we could live without each other forever really.

But everything that I had just thought about her was a lie. Because in fact, I was scared of her, and somehow, I couldn't live without her.

But what the hell was she doing in Forks? I was doing fine. For Christ sakes, I hadn't had an effing line in days. However many of those I had been passed out at Edward's house after the episode.

But I was doing just fine. I was. She didn't have to be here. And because I was seeing her smiling face, it made me want to claw her eyes out.

"Oh, my sweet Bella," she said. "Some things never change."

There was a knock at the door. I opened the door.

It was Edward. He had a worried look on his face.

I grabbed his arm. "Get in here."

"Who's the young man, Bella?" Renee asked. I just stared at her.

"My boyfriend, Edward. Edward, this is my mother," I said softly.

He flashed her dazzling smile. I could tell he wanted to go home.

"It's very nice to meet you Edward," Renee said. She smiled back.

Where the hell was Charlie? He had been the one who called me.

"Bella sweetie, why don't you escort this young man back to his car and call it a night. Your father will be joining us, and we have serious matters to speak to you about."

I looked up at Edward. He was staring at Renee. I wanted so badly to know what was running through his head.

I did as my mother asked, taking Edward by the hand and walking him outside.

"Park somewhere and go up to my bedroom. I have a feeling I'm going to be sneaking out, and I can't use my car," I told him.

"Okay." He kissed me softly before he left. But all I could feel on my body now was the ghost of his.

My mother was a very intimidating person. Edward probably thought she couldn't do much harm, but I could only remember all the things that she said when I tried to tell her that James had raped me. Believing someone else's son rather than her own daughter. Her fucking flesh and blood. And that had traumatized me a little. I found no love in her; just empty words that seemed to be filled with little actions, like buying whatever I wanted. I was truly scared of my mother.

I wasn't ever scared of anybody. Not James and all he did. That just made me angry. Not Charlie, who was too soft and apathetic to care about anything I did, and not Edward, who seemed to worship at my feet. No one. I wasn't scared of anyone.

But it was the silent anger of my mother. I had scars upon scars from childhood beatings from that woman. And it would make sense to be afraid of your punisher.

I went back inside. My father was there now, just sitting on the sofa. I looked at him, but Renee began to speak.

"Isabella," Renee said. "I sent you here hoping that you would get over your friend Victoria's death. And it seems that you have, even starting a new relationship. But it's time to go. You need to come back to Arizona sweetie," she said to me.

Tears pricked my eyes. "Why? I'm doing just fine right here."

"I don't care Bella. It's time to leave. We miss you at home," she said softly. "You're my daughter Bella, and I want what's best for you. We're sending you to a private school in Phoenix. So pack your things, because we're leaving tomorrow night."

I stared at her in shock. "Tomorrow?"

"Yes Bella. So go upstairs," she said. "Get some rest, because tomorrow is going to be a long day."

"Daddy," I said. "I don't want to leave, tell her I can stay," I demanded of him. The tears fell over.

"Bella, you were almost clean before you got here. Practically clean of any drugs or anything. Then you started hanging out with that Cullen kid, and he wasn't a very good influence on you, sweetie. I love you Bella, I really do, but I can't have you here when you're doped up on drugs to care about anything."

I wasn't always on drugs. And where the hell was he when James attacked me. I hadn't been on drugs then either. And the 'bad influence' was the one that saved me.

"Daddy, please don't make me leave. I'll do anything."

"Will you get clean Bella? No drugs, no drinking. You're going to have a curfew and no more spending the night anywhere you please," Charlie said. I nodded violently. The tears poured. He sighed. "Bella, I want what's best for you. And you're going to have to go to Arizona."

I just stood and looked at him. "But Daddy," I said. "I love him."

"Baby, you don't know what love is," he said.

That pissed me off. "I do, Daddy. I know what love is, and for the past seventeen years, I wasn't getting any of the love I deserved. Any of it. But I came here, Daddy, and that changed. Please don't send me away," I pleaded.

"Bella," my mother intervened. "It's all the more reason to."

And I was dismissed.

I said nothing, just climbed the stairs. Edward was lying on my bed, shoes off, legs dangling off the side of the bed. He had an arm slung over his eyes, but then moved it to look at me. I slammed the door behind me, locking it.

I walked over to Edward, dropping the towel, my body naked before him. His eyes raked over my form, taking me in. I could see the hunger in his eyes. Why not satiate it before dropping the bomb?

I pulled off his jeans and boxers, climbing on top of his already hard cock, letting him fill me immediately. I didn't bother with the kissing, and neither did he. I could tell by his body language he knew something was completely wrong. But this was angry sex, because that was exactly what I felt.

I rode him hard, moving harshly and hard. Edward just watched me. He felt it, the sex, and was completely into it, but he watched me. Watched how I sped up, or slowed down to prolong the feeling. Because I loved sex with Edward the most. It was like a freaking silent conversation between me and him.

He grabbed my hips and began to slam me down on to him, I leaned back, my hands on his knees, watching where we connected. It made me so much more wet watching how his cock just glided in and out of me. And it felt like heaven. Edward rubbed my clit, pushing me past oblivion into an orgasm so powerful, I couldn't help but cry out. I just hoped my parents downstairs thought it was me being over dramatic. Edward came too, and that was the only time I saw him shut his eyes. But when it was over, he looked at me intently, as he had been the entire time we had sex.

I lay on Edward, not bothering to move. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I just cried. I cried when I looked at him, I cried when I thought about him, I cried when I kissed him. It was hard to think about leaving something so good. I could care less about the drugs. I wasn't hooked, it was just for partying. And I had been serious about everything I'd told Charlie.

But I was going to be eighteen in a few months, so why bother? Why bother with the fact that I was going to become a legal adult?

"Edward," I sobbed, "my mom is taking me to Phoenix to continue school there, because apparently, I can't handle my addictions," I said with a bit. Edward just pulled me closer.

"It's okay, Bella. We would have been separated because my mom is sending me to a boarding school somewhere far away, because she doesn't like my attitude and I flunked junior year."

I smiled at him. "So did I," I said.

"So we'll graduate together, or at the same time at least, and then go to the same college, and live together. Make up for lost time," he said with a sexy wink. I couldn't help but smile.

"You're thinking long term?" I said to him.

"What did you think I was going to tell you I loved you and then fuck then next chick that came along? I don't think so. I'm yours, Bella. All yours."

I smiled at him. "Ah, so player Edward got tamed," I teased. "You are so whipped," I told him.

"Hey, I don't care, because the chick holding the leash is to die for," he said. He kissed me. "I'm a lucky guy. What can I say?" he said.

"It's more like what you could do." I nudged his erection with my hip. He smiled.

"I can do a lot of things," he said.

"Then show me, baby."

And he did. We had sex in virtually every position we could within the confines of my bedroom. And it was always amazing. I didn't have an orgasm each time, but I had enough to start losing count.

But it was the sex that did it for me.

It was how Edward made love to me, over and over again. It was slow and intense, silent and not filled with dirty talking or touching to solely get off. This was connecting intimately and all that bullshit. But it wasn't bull shit anymore, because love existed now.

EPOV

So telling Bella I was leaving had become so easy, we talked about it calmly. We only had two years of high school to finish, and then we'd get off to college. Easy enough right.

I spent the night at Bella's house, parking at Ben's house. Ben was cool. Innocent for a dude, but he was alright. His family was in the Caribbean, so I didn't have trouble parking.

In the morning, I helped Bella pack her stuff. She had a lot of clothes, and some of them I remember going with her to buy them. It was that damn Paramore shirt the first time I met her, and then the lips gloss she lost that tasted like Bella more than Bella tasted like it. And then there was the charm bracelet she wore. It already had several charms on it, but I couldn't help but get another one for her. It was a little apple, with a tiny solitary diamond set in the center. Sure, it cost a bit, but it was definitely worth it.

And then before we knew it, everything was packed. It made everything definitely final. Like the bags and suitcases were screaming at us that there was nothing left for us.

We kissed a little before she had to announce that she was awake.

"I love you Edward Cullen. And don't forget that for one second," she said to me.

"I love you too, Bella. I really do. And I won't forget." I kissed her one more time.

"They all say that, But I'm counting on you to keep that promise, Cullen," she said.

"I will."

She gave me strict directions to leave after she and her family had left the house.

But I couldn't bear to see her go. I mean, she was my girl. I didn't know exactly how I was going to survive without her. She was all I ever knew now. In sex and talking and love.

She was, in every sense of the word, my first love. Mushy? I could give a shit. But just watching her leave the house, blowing me a secret kiss to me as they drove away, made my heart hurt.

I left her house and walked down to where I parked my car. At my house, I cried. I was feeling bad for myself mostly, and I hate to admit it, but the tears came harder when I saw the application for some prestige boarding school in Chicago. I knocked that shit off the dining room table.

It felt wrong to know I couldn't just take her out anymore. Kiss her. Make love to her.

But meeting Bella, I had become mushy. But I didn't care, because I loved the look on her face when I told her she was beautiful. Or when she got excited because we were going to stay at my house and watch a movie. I just loved being with her.

And now I couldn't be.

There was a knock at the front door of the house. I got up from where I was sitting in the living room and answered it.

"You won't believe what my mother did!" Alice screamed at me.

"Alice, what the fuck?" I said to her, clearly pissed off. She came in, passing me. I slammed the door shut. I wasn't in the mood for her problems.

"Are you crying?" She asked. She looked disgusted and confused.

"Bella left back to Phoenix."

She ran up to me and hugged me. It was a tight hug. It only reminded me of Bella.

"I'm sorry Edward," she said. "But there are other girls out there," she said.

"No, Alice." I said flatly. "There aren't. I love her."

Alice had that disgusted looking face. "Then why the hell did she leave?" she asked.

"Her mom made her go. Alice, I was kind of having a sympathy party for one, so if you don't mind, could you get to the point, please?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well, my mother is sending me to live with my aunt in freaking Australia. Australia! Edward, she's sending me away because I flunked junior year. Isn't that just stupid?"

"My Mom is sending me to Chicago," I told her.

"Rose is going to Italy, Jasper is going to Texas," she said. "And Emmett is leaving to New York."

"Well, I guess that's the end of that," I said to her.

"So wait," she said. "That's it? What are you doing? Cutting yourself off from us?" she asked me.

"No. I'm just saying. Maybe it's a good thing that we all get separated. I mean look at us. We're a bunch of troublemaking teenagers. We don't do anything right, and we're all spending a second year in eleventh grade. What does that say about us? We can't live off of our parents money forever." I stared hard at her.

"Yes we can Edward. We're rich, spoiled brats. That what we fucking do. That's just what we're supposed to do. What everyone expects." Alice huffed and slammed her hands on her hips. "I don't know what your smoking, but you need to lay off. Whatever you're fussing about, don't be a big baby. It shrinks your dick," she sneered. And then she turned around and left the house with a slam of the door.

I rolled my eyes and went back up to my bedroom. So I broke up with my friends. Whatever. I'd make new ones in Chicago. I guess whatever.

But I was serious about what I had said to Bella. I wasn't going to fuck around on her. I had no reason to. And she wouldn't to me, so that was that.

We'd just have to wait and see what happens next.

Alright. So that was the much awaited Chapter. I hope you guys weren't expecting something terribly horrible, because this was it. That's all. But hey, if you did, maybe one day the chapter will live up to your expectations.

Okay. There's a good reason for fanning out the six teens across the world. I did it, because this is where Bella starts to get worse. It all starts with a new job . . .

But you'll get what I mean in the next chapter. Review, my pretties. It makes me post fast if you haven't noticed. :)

Gosh I love you all,

Jessie.