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Thanks to my girls Tiffany, Cristina, Sherry & Paige. X x

Chapter 3

When I woke up the next day I showered and dressed before heading downstairs. I had put on yoga pants and a baggy t-shirt as a big fuck you to my mother. I hadn't even bothered to brush my wet hair. I knew she would have a fit if she saw me. She would say that I should be trying to impress Edward, but I couldn't care less if he was impressed or not. I hadn't asked for this wedding.

I found Edward and Marcus sitting at a breakfast bar in one of the kitchens. In the light of day, Marcus almost looked like a different person. He had a hard face, a full beard and a scar on his right eyebrow. If I was honest, he looked intimidating as hell. I certainly knew he wasn't someone I wanted to get on the wrong side of.

"You're awake," Edward said. "I've made you breakfast. It's in the warmer if you want to help yourself."

"I'm not hungry," I muttered. That was a lie. I was starving, but I didn't want to eat anything he had made. I was being petty, but I didn't care. I saw the coffee cup sitting in front of him and looked around the kitchen until I spotted the coffee maker. I would definitely need some liquid gold to get through a day with him. I walked over to the coffee maker, picked up the pot and poured myself a cup

"Did you sleep well?"

"Just peachy," I said, glaring at him. How the hell did he think I slept? He had practically kidnapped me and taken everything from my previous life away from me. I lifted my cup and turned to walk away. I really wasn't interested in making small talk with him, or any kind of talk for that matter.

"Wait," he called after me, "I have something for you." He came after me and handed me a cell phone and credit cards. The cell phone was exactly the same as the one he had thrown away yesterday. It even had the same cover. He smiled at me as if I was supposed to be impressed. I wasn't. I slide my finger across the screen and looked around it before checking out the contacts. There was only about five of them on it and I only recognized two of them, him and Marcus.

"Where are my parent's numbers?" I asked, looking up at him. "And Kate's?"

"You won't be needing them."

I scoffed at him. "What the fuck do you mean I won't be needing them? They're my fucking family. Of course I'll need them."

"I'm your family now."

He made my blood boil. "You are not my family, nor will you ever be!" I yelled, throwing the cell phone at his fucking head. He barely managed to dodge out of the way. "You can keep the fucking cell. I don't want it, and as for these," I said, looking down at the credit cards to see the name, Isabella Marie Cullen. "This isn't even my real name." I flicked them at his face and turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm.

He looked pissed, but he was trying hard not to let it show. "It will be your name in two weeks."

"Don't remind me," I muttered, trying to pull my arm away, but he refused to let me go.

"My mother and sister have invited you out for lunch today. They want to go over the wedding plans with you."

"Of course they do."

"Marcus will take you to meet them."

"I can find my own way."

"Marcus will take you," he said, sternly, "and he will be with you anytime you leave the house. You are not to go anywhere without him. Do you understand?"

"My father never forced me to have a guard," I sassed, still trying to free my arm. He only gripped it tighter.

"Yeah, well, I am not you're father, and while you live under my roof you will obey my rules."

"It sounds like your trying to be my father, but I'm afraid I'm not into daddy kink."

Edward took a deep, frustrated breath. "You're seventeen, living in a strange, dangerous city. You will have a guard on you at all times and that is final."

"I hate you," I hissed, finally pulling my arm free. He let me go and I hurried from the room. I went to one of the more private sitting rooms, where I spent most of the morning flicking through the channels, trying to distract myself from the emotions that were bubbling away inside me.

"Hey," Edward said softly, when he walked into the room, sometime later. "I thought I'd let you know that your lunch date is in about an hour. If you want to go and get changed or whatever."

I glared at him. Was he trying to imply that I needed to change? Was he trying to say that I would embarrass him going out like this?

Edward sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I'm not saying that you have to, just if you wanted to."

I sighed, knowing I was being unfair. I would never have dreamt of going out like this in New York. My mother had drilled it into me that how I looked and acted in the eyes of the public was a representation of my family. I would go and change, put something nice on and do my hair because that was what was expected of me.

He sat the cell and the credit cards down on the couch next to me. "I'd appreciate it if you kept the cell on you at all times, in case I need to reach you, or if you need to reach me. I also thought you may want to treat yourself, buy something nice when you're out with the girls."

"My happiness isn't for sale," I muttered, picking up the cards and cell and walking from the room.

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~TTTB~

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Marcus was an ignorant asshole. Since we had left the house he had done nothing but give me the silent treatment. He wouldn't talk to me. He wouldn't answer me. He didn't even look at me to acknowledge when I was speaking. If we were going to be stuck together the least he could do was make an effort, right? Well, that's what I thought, but he obviously didn't feel the same way.

When we arrived at the restaurant I didn't even know who to look for. I would have asked Marcus, but what was the point when he wasn't going to answer. Thankfully, when we walked in two blondes jumped up from their seats and came rushing to my side.

"You must be Isabella," the older one gushed. I presumed it was Edward's mother. She pulled me into a hug and I awkwardly hugged her back. She pulled away and smiled at me. "I'm Esme, Edward's mother and this is Rosalie, my daughter and Edward's sister. Come," she said, taking my hand and pulling me towards the table. "Sit."

I followed her orders, but only because I was extremely out of my comfort zone.

"It's great to finally meet you," Rosalie said, taking the seat next to me. "We've heard so much about you."

"You have?" I asked, confused.

"Tell me," Esme said, squeezing my hand. "How is my son treating you?"

I don't know why, but my eyes suddenly filled with tears and the more I tried to force them away, the harder they came.

"Oh my dear," Esme said, getting out of her seat and pulling me into her arms. "Is it that bad?"

I shook my head, because in all honestly I didn't want to pour my heart out to a woman that I didn't know, and after-all, she was Edward's mother. She was clearly on his side and probably knew a lot more about what was going on than I did.

I finally managed to pull myself together and Esme took her seat. "I can see you have been through a lot in the past day," she said, reaching over for my hand on the table. "But don't worry. Edward is a good man. He will treat you right."

I wanted to tell her that she was wrong about her son and how poorly he had treated me since I had met him, but I had no idea what her reaction would be. Sure, it would have been nice to have someone reprimand Edward, but there was no telling if that would all eventually backfire on me anyway. I was the one that had to live with him.

During lunch we made small talk and I pushed my food around my plate. It wasn't until we were all finished that Esme started the wedding talk.

"So did you have anything in mind for your wedding dress?"

I shook my head. It was the last thing on my mind. I didn't care what I wore. It wasn't like I was looking forward to the event, but I didn't want her to take me shopping either. So I quickly followed up with a comment. "I was hoping to wait until my mother comes into town before picking one."

"Your mother?" Esme said, shocked.

I nodded.

"Didn't anyone tell you? Your parents aren't coming to the wedding."

I stared at her speechless. What did she mean my parents weren't coming to my wedding? What was going on? Why had they cast me out of their lives?