A/N: Thanks to Sherry

Have a great vacation Tiffany x x

Chapter 34

BPOV

I woke up to the sound of raised voices.

I looked around the room, but I didn't recognize where I was. I knew it certainly wasn't James house. His house had been a shit hole; this room was the complete opposite. It was decorated with the finest quality, right from the high thread count sheets, to the designer curtains and plush carpet. Whoever owned this place had money.

The voices caught my attention and I instantly recognized Carlisle's voice, followed by Edward's.

"Do you have any idea the sort of position you put me in. I could have lost my practice. What if she had gotten her hands on drugs from my office? What if she had seriously hurt herself? Could you live with that? I know I couldn't."

"I would never have asked you to give her a job if I thought she was going to touch anything," Edward sighed. "The job was to give her a sense of purpose, to keep her off the streets, to prevent this sort of thing from happening."

"I can't have her at the practice anymore."

"I know."

"She needs help Edward."

"I know."

I wiped the tears away from the corner of my eyes and turned around on the bed. I was frightened they would walk into the room and find me awake. I wasn't ready to face them just yet. So I did my best to pretend I was asleep.

As I lay there, I tried to figure out how I had ended up here and the only explanation I could come up with was that Edward must have come looking for me, but why? The last time I had seen him, he had been getting friendly with another woman. Who was she?

I must have drifted to sleep because when I opened my eyes again, daylight was streaming through the window and Edward was sitting on the bed at my side.

"Hey," he said, forcing a smile, but it didn't fool me. His eyes were full of sadness. "How are you feeling?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but it was too dry. Edward reached for a glass of water off the nightstand and held the straw to my lips. I took a drink, surprised by his tenderness. "Where am I?"

"At my father's house."

"How did-"

"Did you honestly think I wouldn't come looking for you when you didn't show?"

"I…I saw you with another woman."

Edward sighed. "Irina is my cousin, Bella. My cousin. Just like Jasper is yours."

"I…" I didn't know what to say. I looked back at the images of him and the woman from the restaurant. Was it possible that they were related?

Edward sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I wish you had asked me. I wish you had confronted me instead of running, instead of putting yourself in danger, instead of going to him."

I wiped tears from my eyes as I shook my head. "I didn't go to him."

"Yeah, then how did you end up there, drugged out of your mind?"

"Vicky found me wandering the streets. She told me to come with her and I did. You have to understand… when I saw you with that woman it hurt. It brought back memories I didn't want to relive. Vicky offered me a solution, an escape. So I went with her willingly."

Edward looked disgusted with me. He could barely bring himself to even look at me. "Have I ever hurt you, Bella!?" he shouted. "Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?"

"No."

"Then why the hell couldn't you answer your phone? I must have called you over a million times. Okay, so you couldn't confront me. At the very least you could have answered your phone. Do you have any idea how worried I was? How worried Jasper and Alice have been? You know she's not supposed to get stressed. Do you ever stop to think about anyone other than yourself?"

I shook my head, using the palm of my hand to dry my face. "That's not fair."

"No! What's not fair is having someone I love try to kill themselves!"

His words choked in the back of my throat. Someone he loved? "I…I wasn't trying to kill myself."

"No? Then why the hell did you mix Valium and alcohol?"

"I don't expect you to understand."

"Try me," he growled.

I shook my head, making for the edge of the bed. "I don't want to talk about it."

Edward blocked my path. "No. We're done running Bella. You don't get to run anymore." I tried to push past him, but he gripped my arms. "No more running."

I broke into sobs and he pulled me to his chest, holding me tight as he stroked my hair.