"What the hell happened to your face!"

"Um, nothing?" I plastered a fake, cheery grin on my face.

"Like hell. Did you get into a fight?" Charlie asked, rushing over to inspect my face.

I swatted his hand away. "No."

"You're lying."

"I'm not," I grabbed a bottle of water and an apple from the fridge. Just about the only thing I'd been able to hold down for the past couple of days.

"I'm a cop, Bella. I can tell when somebody is lying and I can very well tell when somebody has gotten into a fist fight."

"Okay, fine," I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"With who?"

"Does it matter?" I retorted, leaning against the counter and taking a bite of my apple.

"Stop beating around the bush, Bella. Tell me."

"Rose," I whispered, looking down at my feet.

"Hale?" He raised a brow and crossed his arms.

"Who else?" I asked sarcastically.

"Why?"

"Because we got into a fight," I sighed loudly, and shrugged, wanting the man to drop the subject. But the father and the cop in him would never allow that.

"Does this have something to do with Edward not coming around lately?"

I swallowed hard, thinking of the day before.

A couple moments after the incident, the bell signalling lunch was over had rang and the students all scattered to their classes. I had class with Edward after lunch, but he didn't show. I couldn't help the jealousy that I felt. My stomach was nauseous thinking about Rose and him together.

Luckily, the rest of the day was drama-free and when I got home, I quickly hibernated in my room and only left to get something to eat when Charlie was fast asleep, snoring in the bedroom beside mine.

"Does it?"

I looked down at the tiled floor and sighed loudly. "Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about, Dad? We broke up. He hates me. From the looks of it, he's already moved on."

"I'm sorry, Bells," Charlie offered after a couple moments of silence, rubbing my shoulder awkwardly.

"It's fine," I said, even though it wasn't.

"Maybe it's for the best."

I rolled my eyes, so sick of parents using that excuse when anything shitty happens.

"Yeah," I sighed loudly.

"Well, maybe a summer away will change things."

"I hope."

—

I groaned quietly to myself, grabbing the remote off the coffee table and turning the volume up on the television.

"Bella, what are you doing up so late? It's 3 o'clock in the morning."

"Couldn't sleep," I mumbled, not taking my eyes off the television.

"Is little Joey keeping you up?" She asked, flicking the light on.

I blinked back the light and turned to her in the kitchen, where she had her head in the fridge, while my baby brother was crawling on the floor. "No, I just couldn't sleep."

"Something on your mind? You've been moping around here for weeks."

"Nothing I'm willing to talk about." I sighed, picking up Joey who had crawled over to me. "Hi, baby," I cooed, kissing his forehead.

He giggled and pulled on my hair.

My mother sighed in the kitchen, while she opened and closed the microwave door. "You know you can talk to me."

"I know."

"Then what's the problem?" She asked, standing in the entry way for the living room.

"I don't know. Just stuff back home."

"You've never had a problem talking to me before. You use to never keep secrets," She said, opening the microwave and bringing a bottle into the living room.

She sat on the chair across from the couch.

I sighed before speaking. "You know Edward?"

She laughed, picking up Joey. He grabbed the bottle in her hand immediately. "How could I forget the infamous Edward?" I groaned and palmed my forehead. "Something happen with him?" She guessed.

I nodded. "We sort of broke up."

Renee's eyes got wide. "Why? What happened?"

I sighed once again and pulled a loose string on the blanket wrapped around me. "I cheated on him," I said, barely in a whisper.

"Elaborate, please."

Joey swayed in our mother's arms, holding the bottle in one hand while the other occupied a strand of our mother's hair. His eyes were heavy, but the milk in his bottle kept disappearing.

"I don't know. My friends wanted to throw me a going away party, which was cool. We got Rosalie's cousin to buy us liquor," I grimaced, and my mother clucked her tongue and rolled her eyes. "Edward and I ended up getting into a fight. It was stupid, and we've had much bigger fights before. I was upset that he left, and it was going to be our last weekend together for a while. And he wanted to spend it mad at me over something so dumb-"

"What did he get mad at you for?" My mother interrupted.

"Some guy was hugging me goodbye," I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Anyway, I called Edward but he didn't call me back. And Emmett and my other friends wanted to make me feel better. They didn't want me to get all sad and emo over Edward so we took shots and I got really drunk. I don't even remember drinking that much!" I grimaced again, but kept going. "Emmett and Rosalie got into a fight, too, I guess, so she left, which is just like her. Always having to be so damn dramatic."

"You cheated on Edward with Emmett."

I blinked and nodded. "Yes."

"Did you use protection?"

"Yes," I lied. The truth was, I didn't remember. The condom package on his nightstand was opened, and the actual condom was missing but that didn't mean anything.

"Good. Now about Edward. You and him have been together for months. He knows you aren't that kind of person. Maybe in the future he'll realize how bad you hurt for your mistake and will forgive you. And if he doesn't, he isn't worth your time." I sighed loudly and blew a raspberry. "But maybe time away will make things better. You know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder."

I laughed lightly at the coincidence. "I know, Dad told me that, too."

"Your father's pretty wise, you know."

"I know."

"If Edward loves you as much as he said he does, and this is as real as you say it is, then in time he should forgive you."

"I hope," I sighed.

Silence fell upon us then, just the faint sound of the television and Joey's slurping.

"On a brighter note. Guess who I ran into at the grocery store the other day?"

"Who?" I asked, still a little sombre from our conversation.

"Jacob."

I gaped, completely taken aback.

"Really? Wow. I haven't seen him in so long. How's Billy?"

"Jacob said he was doing good now. But I think Jacob's having a hard time with it all. Losing his mother a couple years ago, and now he has to take care of his dad." My mother sighed, and was quiet for a long moment- perhaps thinking about Jacob's mother; my mother's best friend. "Anyway. I told him you were coming up for the summer."

"I miss Jake," I responded, thinking about all the times we hung out when I was younger.

"He misses you too. You should go see him."

"I think I will."

A/N: So, I was gonna post this chapter yesterday, but two things happened. First, the boyfriend and I broke up. And second: I had my very first bar experience and I gotta say, it was a pretty good night.

I think this chapters cute. I'll post the next one tomorrow.

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