Important! While this is based on my life and the events that have taken place involving me, this is a Fanfictionand there will be fiction in the story.

I am only sixteen and I don't feel completely comfortable to write a lemon, but this chapter does contain fluff. This chapter is fiction. Enjoy!

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"If you do, I'll give you my car." Mike looks smug and Rosalie whistles one long note, almost as if the car was too much for simply taking someone's virginity.

"Ah, man. You know I love your car," Edward whines and I smile a little. Seeing this fun side of Edward with his friends makes me feel like he doesn't pretend with me. Maybe I do know the real Edward.

Edwards looks around at everyone, almost as if he was at war with himself. Surely he can't be considering it? The car must mean something to Edward if he was willing to do this dare. Surely he wouldn't agree to it. Why would he want to take someone virginity?

"Who's?" he asks. Everyone has stopped talking and is now listening to the conversation taking place.

"Fatty Swan's." Mike smirks. Edward looks disgusted. My stomach churns. He wouldn't do that. Right? He didn't agree to it. Right? He would say no and tell Mike to shut up. I know Edward. He wouldn't do that.

"Okay, I'll do it."

Chapter thrity-three.

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My eyes go wide and I let out a small sob as the camera shuts off.

Sob after sob leaves my heaving chest as I stare at the black screen. Is this why Edward has been my friend for the past few months? This was all a game to him? How could I have been so stupid? Of course it was a game. I'm Isabella Swan, dubbed 'fatty' to every know person in Forks. He's Edward Cullen, Forks High king.

I get up off my bed and run to the bathroom. I just make it, and empty my stomach into the porcelain bowl. Hysterical sobs leave me along with my stomach content. My hot, salty tears mix together and land in the bowl.

I'm so stupid.

I spend the next half an hour crying on the bathroom floor. I can't find the strength to get up or even flush the toilet. Eventually, I do. I wash my face and brush my teeth before getting into the shower. I wash everything, letting the tears fall. The warm water feels good on my skin, but I don't want to feel good. Turning the water to hot, I watch as it scalds me, turning my pale skin a fierce red.

By eight o'clock, I'm sitting on my bed, looking out the window into the dark night. I freeze when I hear Edward's motor bike as it comes down the road and cuts off. I hear him climb the tree by my window and I can hear him slide the window open and climb in.

He sees me waiting for him and smiles. I give him a small smile back, my heart hurting more than it has in a long time. He frowns and pauses, looking me over. This pain is worse than anything I have ever had before. I would rather get beaten up again, than feel like this. I hope he really likes his new car.

"Hey, what's up?" he asks, coming over to me after shutting the window. He opens his arms for me and I fall into them, letting a few tears fall. I snuggle into his chest, letting the familiar warmth take over for what might be the last time ever. I breathe in his manly scent, trying to embed it into my memory. I guess I'm a masochist.

"Nothing, I mutter into his neck, my hands in his beautiful hair. I clutch it and pull him to me. His arms go around my waist and he holds me. If we weren't so comfortable with each other, I may feel self-conscious. He can feel every curve like this. He can feel all of my fat and he's not trying to pull away. I will miss this.

"Please tell me." His words are a whisper into my hair before his kisses the spot he just spoke to. I swallow the lump in my throat and pull back enough to see his face. I look over every inch - his strong jaw line and his angular nose, his plump red lips and finally, his emerald eyes. I look between both eyes, feeling more tears burning the back of mine.

I smile faintly as I trace the small scar on his bottom lip with my finger tip. He smiles too, obviously remembering how it came to be there. If I could go back, I would have kissed him back. I wouldn't have acted so scared and stupidly.

"Please," he urges, catching my eyes with his. I shut my eyes tight before looking into his again and placing my lips to his. He kisses me back, moaning into the kiss when I tighten my grip in his hair. I let myself enjoy the kiss, for it could be our last. He lets me deepen the kiss and soon he is lying on top of me, our kisses getting out of control.

When he goes to pull back, I stop him. His eyes open and he look confused, finally getting out of my grip. His breath is coming out in pants, like mine, but he has never looked more beautiful to me.

"What are you doing?" he pants. I try to look seductive, but I probably just look desperate. I'm sure he will love telling this story to all his friends.

"I want you," I whisper huskily. He shakes his head no and tries to get off me, but I wrap my legs around his waist and grind up on him. Pleasure shoots through me and I moan. If I could just keep us in this moment forever, I would.

"You're killing me," he groans. I smirk slightly. Ah, Edward, you're killing me, too; a slow, painful death.

"But, what a way to go." I smile into his neck. He moans again before he starts rocking on top of me. Moan after moan leaves my lips before they mingle with Edward's. He kisses me with a passion he has never shown before and my body is on fire.

Our kisses get hotter and Edward's shirt hits the floor. I trail my hands over his chest and abs, feeling muscles bunch under my touch. I smile when Edward bites on my neck, marking me as his. I let him continue with his bites, the pain adding to the pleasure.

I do, however, freeze when Edward's hands try and lift my top. As if he can sense my nerves, he stops.

"If you don't want to do this, we don't have to," he breathes, kissing my cheek.

"I want to, I just…" I take a deep breath. "I'm disgusting, Edward. I'm fat and I will probably never be skinny." I can't stop myself before I say it. Well, I might as well give him a chance to get out of this. After all, he will have me on his body if we continue. He glares at me and kisses me hard.

"You're beautiful to me, baby. You're everything I will ever want, but I won't do this if you're not ready." Tears fall down my cheeks and I kiss Edward. This time, our kiss is slower, more sensual. He tries to take my top off and this time, I let him. He looks over my body and I try to cover up, but he stops me, taking my hands in one of his and pinning them above my head. He looks over my body once before meeting my eyes again and placing a kiss to my lips.

"Beautiful."

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I open my eyes slowly, seeing the dark room and feeling Edward's arms wrapped around my naked body. I smile, looking at the wall. Everything about last night was perfect. Every touch and every caress felt amazing. I felt alive, I felt loved. The funny thing is, I almost believed it.

Peeling Edward's arms off of me, I stand, wincing, and head towards the bathroom. I grab a change of clothes before turning on the shower and locking the bathroom door. I shower quickly and get dressed, putting my hair up in a bun on the top of my head. My neck is exposed and I bet the bites are visible, but I can't find it in me to care. I choose not to look at them yet, choosing to dress first.

There is a dull throb in the bottom of my stomach, but I try to ignore it. It doesn't hurt; it's just a little uncomfortable. After dressing, I look into the mirror. Sure enough, red and purple bruises litter my neck and collar bones, showing everyone exactly what Edward and I did last night.

My lips are still swollen, making me look like I had bad plastic surgery. My eyes are bright, but also sad. I can see the hurt and betrayal in them, also the disgust. I am disgusted with myself; I'm disgusted with him.

I just lost my virginity to someone because of their bet. It wasn't because it was my wedding night, like I promised myself I would wait for. Oh, who am I kidding? It's not likely I will ever get married. Who would want to marry a fat beast? Who would be interested in someone like me? An ugly, fat, unlovable person.

Tears come to my eyes as I run my fingers over the bites on my neck. Love bites? I mentally scoff. More like proof that he did it. He did me. I wonder if Emmett knows all about his little bet. I'm sure he does. He probably made sure Renee and Charlie went out so that Edward could get it over and done with. He probably told Edward to not take no for an answer.

I jump when a knock sounds on the bathroom door. I compose myself and wipe away the tears before answering the door.

Edward stands there, a lazy smile on his stupid, beautiful face. He leans in and brushes his lips against mine lightly.

"Good morning," he whispers against my lips. I give him a small kiss back before walking past him and pulling the sheets off the bed.

He watches me with an amused look from the doorway, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. As soon as the bed is stripped I throw him his clothes and go downstairs into the kitchen, taking my bed sheets with me. I can hear him following me and I want to scream at him. Instead I bite my lip, letting the tears fall. Why hide them? He's just going to leave anyway.

"Baby, what is the matter with you?" he asks, grasping my right wrist and turning me to face him. I notice he hasn't gotten dressed yet and I look him in the eyes, glaring right through him. "I knew it was too soon for this," he mutters, shaking his head. I glare harder. "Don't blame me, I tried to stop you," he huffs, dropping my hand.

I take it back then push it forward, slapping his face with as much force as I could manage. He stumbles backwards and puts his hand to his face. I want to smile and beg for forgiveness at the same time. I want to apologize, and then do it again.

"Baby?" I mimic, shaking my head. Tears of hurt and frustration fall down my face at a faster pace. "I am not your baby." I stalk out the kitchen and into the living room, pacing in front of the couch. He follows and watches from a safe distance.

My mind is full of anger, but my heart is hurting. I want him to hold me; it hurts so much. It feels like I am being stabbed in the chest with every beat of my heart. I have never meant anything to him. I always had my suspicions, but I didn't want to believe it.

Now, it's in my face. I have the proof of it in my DVD player. The only reason he has spoken to me in the past few months is because of a dare. If it wasn't for that, he would still be calling me names, he would still be laughing along with everyone else and taunting me when I walk past him.

"You don't have to stay here. I understand. I'll even tell Mike you did it and you can get your precious car. I'll even show him the marks on my neck for proof." Realization dawns on him and he stumbles backwards, as if he has just been shot. I storm towards him, ready to give him a piece of my mind.

"Don't worry, I'll only tell Mike about this whole thing. That way you get the car you wanted and you get to keep your rep. Everyone else at the party was so smashed they probably won't remember your dare anyway. It'll be our little secret." I keep my voice calm and I try and stop the tears.

Edward looks heartbroken. His eyes are bloodshot and filling with tears. His whole posture has crumbled and he looks like a broken man. Not the strong, confident Edward I thought I knew. Why is he so hurt, so upset? Maybe he just realized what he has done? Maybe he is so disgusted with himself? Believe me, I would be too if I was him.

"Bella…" I cut him off, putting my hands up at him to stop him from coming towards me. He still advances towards me and I take a step back, but it's no use.

"Do not call me that!" I spit, my voice getting louder.

"Bella, hear me out," he tries again and I hit him again, right where I hit him before.

"I said don't call me that, damn it!" I scream at him. We both freeze and look towards the door when the lock turns and opens. Emmett and Rosalie walk in, but stop when they see the scene in front of them.

Emmett's face turns red as he takes in my tear stained face and Edward's lack of clothes. His eyes take in everything before they land on my neck. Rosalie smirks at the scene and she smiles at Edward before she looks at me. Her smile disappears and she looks shocked.

"What the hell is that on your neck?" Emmett roars coming forward to expect my neck. I push him away from me and sit on the couch, putting my face into my hands and letting more tears fall.

My whole life is a mess right now. Everything I thought was right and good about the world is being ripped away from me. Any feelings I thought Edward had for me were lies. I'll give him credit, he's a good actor. He had me fooled, he even had Alice fooled. That is not easy to do, but he managed it. I should applaud him, really. Maybe he should go to acting school instead of medical school.

Footsteps walk towards me and I know it's him. His scent surrounds me, making me feel even worse. I want everything to go away; the pain is too much to cope with. I hate it,. I hate him.

"Baby, you have to listen to me," he begs and I lift my head and give him a fake, watery smile. He smiles back. Well, until I punch him again, that is. Emmett and Rosalie watch from a distance. They're probably getting the evidence that I did it for Mike.

"I am not your fucking baby, Edward. I gave you what you wanted. I fucked you! Why don't you just leave? I'm sure Mike is waiting with your new car!" I scream and push him away, running upstairs. I fall onto my bed, my body shaking with the force of my sobs.

My heart is sinking and I feel sick. Why me? Why today? Everything has been amazing these last few weeks and I thought everything was going to be okay. Then something bad has to happen. I should have expected it; nice things don't happen to me.

Shouting comes from downstairs and I just know that Emmett and Edward are arguing. The thought makes my head hurt. I don't need Emmett to fight my battles for me. He hasn't for the last seven years, so why start now? I just want my mom to sit with me and comfort me. I need her to tell me everything is going to be okay.

A knock on my door makes me wipe at my tears and glare through the wood. Who could that be? Emmett and Edward are still yelling at each other, so it can't be one of them. Pure confusion is the only thing that makes me get off the bed and walk to the door, opening it slowly.

Rosalie is standing on the other side of the door and as soon as I see her, I close the door in her face. What does she want now? She can see I'm already upset; I don't need her making everything worse. What is she even doing here anyway? She's been living in Port A for the last few weeks, why would she come back? Maybe to see Emmett? I really don't know and I really don't care, either.

"Isabella, please let me in. I just want to talk," she calls through the door. I can just barely hear her over the shouting and my own cries. I shake my head, but then realize she won't be able to see it.

Do I let her in? Anything she has to say would take away this pain and replace it with her own spiteful words. Maybe she wants to repeat what happened last time. My ribs have just healed, so if she wanted to break them again, it would take the pain away from my heart, if only for a little while.

With a sigh, I open the door again and let her come into my room. Why, I don't know. She smiles a small, sad smile at me and sits on the chair in front of my dresser. I go to the bed, lying on it and crying softly. Why now? Everything was going so good, and now, I have nothing left. Edward was my everything. I love him so much.

She doesn't say anything, just looking around the room, her eyes occasionally landing on me.

"What do you want, Rosalie?" I whimper, sounding so pathetic. She sighs softly and walks over to the bed, sitting just by my feet. I flinch away from her and bury my face into my pillow.

"I wanted to apologize for everything I have done to you. You didn't deserve any of it." I lift my head and look up at her. I know I look a mess with my red cheeks and my hair down and in knots around my shoulders.

"Why now? Why apologize to me now?" I ask, sniffling through my tears.

"I'm a very jealous person, Isabella." I snort unattractively. What does she have to be jealous of? She's perfect. She doesn't say anything for a while and when she starts to talk again, I know she's uncomfortable.

"When I first met Emmett, all he would talk about was his Isabella. Without even knowing her, I hated her. When I met you, I instantly hated you. I wanted Emmett's attention but every time you called him, he would go running.

"I was selfish, I still am. I asked him to stop going to you all the time and he was upset at first. I told him lies about you. I told him that you would say awful things to me and his hate for you began to build up. I felt bad, but after a while, it was okay. I wanted his attention and with you gone, I got it. I'm so very sorry, Isabella."

"Go away," I whisper, turning over so my back is facing her and curling into a tight ball. She leaves and the door closes with a soft click.

Nobody bothers me for hours. I hear the front door open and close several times, but no-one comes near my room. I am thankful that I am not bothered; I'm in too much pain to talk to anyone right now. Every breath I take feels like my ribs are broken again and every wet thump of my heart is like a stab to the chest. I want it all to stop. My body is aching from last night and my head hurts from the force of my cries. Everything seems to be closing in on me, but running away at the same time. I'm so confused.

What is right and what is wrong? I thought Edward loved me. He told me he did. Was everything a game to him? Did he plan the attack with Rosalie? Did he help her come up with the idea to beat me up then claim I was run over by a car? Is that why he got high that day, to hide the guilt of his plans? Will he go and tell everyone what he did, then have sex with Tanya in the back seat of his new car? After he disinfects himself, of course.

The idea makes my stomach turn and I run to the bathroom, falling to my knees in front of the toilet. My sobs stop momentarily while my body heaves out everything in my stomach. My head spins as I sink to the floor, laying my flushed face against the cool tiles. I meant nothing to him. Nothing!

I don't know when and I don't know how, but I slowly cry myself into exhaustion.

Please, just stick with me for a while.

I know you all probably hate me, again, but trust me. Okay?

Maybe review?

Thanks, RuthPerk.

Thank you all for reading.

Twi-girl09

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