"...I fucked up."

The petite girl waited anxiously for me to elaborate, while she ran her fingers over the pattern on the flowered quilt in front of her on the bed. "What happened?"

"I..." I started, but had no idea how to finish. I got off the bed, and paced back and forth around the small room. "I really fucked up."

"You know I'm not going to judge you. You can tell me."

I shook my head. "I know that, but you will judge me. There's no way you can't."

"I won't," Alice assured me.

I sighed and swallowed hard before speaking. "I slept with Emmett."

Alice's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. "Uh..."

"See?" I sighed, pulling on the hair tie wrapped around my wrist. "I really fucked up."

"...How?"

"I don't even know. I don't really remember. We were drunk. Edward was mad at me. Rosalie and Emmett got into a fight. I don't know. Does it matter? It happened, and I'm fucked."

"Wow..."

"I don't know what to do." I groaned, flopping onto the bed and covering my eyes with my arm.

"I don't...I don't know what to say." She said, stumbling over her words. "I'm in shock. Does Edward know yet?"

I shook my head, "No. But Rosalie does. She probably won't waste any time telling him either."

"Why didn't you tell him?"

I sighed again. "I don't know. I'm scared; I don't want to hurt him."

"It's better if he hears it from you."

"I know. I'm still scared. He probably knows already though."

"This is fucked up Bella."

I offered a sympathetic smile. "I know."

Back at Emmett's, Edward had called a couple more times before I couldn't take it anymore and turned my phone off. He would know I was avoiding him, which would make him ten times more suspicious but I couldn't bear the thought of telling him, at least for now.

I ended up walking to Alice's place, which lucky for me was only a couple minutes away. Since I had no idea where my clothes were, I couldn't even fathom where I left my sandals, so instead of looking for them I decided walking barefoot would be best. Except it was mid-day; the sun was at it's brightest and the pavement was scorching under my feet.

I could only imagine how haggard I looked walking down the street in the middle of the day with stringy, greasy hair and caked-on make-up.

"Can you drive me home? I think I need to talk to Edward." I asked.

Alice nodded, and grabbed her keys.

I felt the vomit in the back of my throat, as Alice pulled into my driveway. Edward was sitting on my step, his head in the palms of his hands. The lump in my throat seemed to grow larger, making it harder to swallow. He looked up once the car pulled to a stop.

After saying a quick goodbye to Alice, I slowly excited the car. Immediately, I started sweating profusely.

I never took my eyes off Edward, and vice-versa.

"Hi." I said timidly.

Edward face looked drained and pale with dark bags under his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and glossy and his clothes were unchanged. His hair was in every direction as if he was pulling on it all night.

"It's true, isn't it?"

I swallowed hard and nodded.

"Why?"

"I..."

I had nothing. Nothing was going to make this situation better.

"I..." I tried again, but nothing. He didn't deserve the "I was drunk" excuse.

My sight blurred, as the silent tears streamed from my face. I sat down beside him on the dirty step and grabbed his hand and held it motionless on my cheek.

"I'm sorry." I cried, but he roughly pulled his hand from mine.

His body language seemed to change then. Instead of being upset, with his shoulders hunched over onto himself, he seemed angry now. He stood quickly and narrowed his eyes down at me.

"You know what Bella. Fuck you. Everybody told me not to trust a whore. But I gave you a chance anyway. Don't bother feeling sorry. It was clearly my fault."

Then he was gone. Quickly getting into his car and driving away.

I spent the majority of the afternoon and evening in my bedroom bawling my eyes out. I attempted to eat but ended up gagging and almost puking on the kitchen floor, so I gave up the idea of eating immediately.

I turned my phone on around four o'clock but I didn't have any calls or text messages that I hadn't already checked before.

Lying in bed, I tried to picture what I would be doing right now if I hadn't of fucked up so bad.

I would probably be sitting on Emmett's couch, tucked under Edward's arm while Rosalie cooked us breakfast. Eventually we would all be cuddled on the couch together, watching movies for the rest of the evening. Edward would drive me home when the last movie finished, but not before kissing me long and passionately.

I sighed loudly, and pulled roughly on a lock of my hair.

"Mornin' kiddo."

"Yeah, morning," I said a, little less enthused.

"What's wrong?" My father asked, raising an eyebrow up from the newspaper hanging loosely in his hand.

"Nothing," I said quickly, not wanting to talk about yesterday. "How was fishing?"

"It was good. Leah was there."

"Yeah?" I asked, sitting in the empty kitchen chair.

"Yep. Kid wouldn't stop asking about you," Charlie laughed.

"Maybe I'll go see her when I come back."

"Speaking of which, what time is your flight?"

"4:45 in the morning." I sighed, playing with the salt shaker on the table.

"I guess you're expecting me to drive you then?"

"How else would I get there?" I said, dumbfounded.

"Is something wrong?" I shook my head, pretending to be interested in the newspaper. "Where's Edward?"

Suddenly the lump in my throat was back, the smell of Charlie's breakfast was making me nauseous. I held onto my churning stomach, and shook my head. "I don't know."

"Are you two fighting again?"

I smiled down at the table, because we were always fighting over something.

"No."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay then," Charlie huffed, while getting up from the table and placing his dishes in the sink. He left the kitchen then and proceeded to get ready for work.

"Hey, Dad?" I hollered into the living room.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not going to school today."

"Why?" He asked, standing in the entry way.

"It's the second last day. There's no point in going. We aren't doing anything important."

"Are you sure, Bells?"

"Positive, Sheriff."

"Okay then, but you're going tomorrow."

I sighed and nodded, dreading tomorrow.

A/N: What do you think? Let me know.