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I couldn't believe that she was standing there in front of me, wanting to talk. Did she not realize that I would either remember or would have been told the reason that I was here?

"Do you think that there is anything that I want to hear from you now? Why do you think that I have anything to say to you? I know Bella. I know everything."

She looked at me, her mouth open and panic crossing her face.

"So, did you come here play the role of devoted girlfriend, hoping that I wouldn't be able to remember? Or, just in case I had remembered, were you going to beg for forgiveness? Because trust me, right now you have nothing to say that I want to hear. Now,leave."

I heard her sigh deeply before she spoke, her voice barely a whisper.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. If I could go back and change things I would, in a heartbeat. I just never expected us to be discovered like that. I was shocked at the depths Jessica went to...how... why." She paused,sighing deeply. "I thought that she was my friend. It just goes to show that you really can't trust anyone around here. All I can do is apologize to you. I love you Edward, I really do."

I heard her voice crack,followed by a deep sob.

I took my chance before she could say anything else to try and sway me. I felt my heart lurch at seeing her so upset and I fought the instinct to take her in my arms and comfort her, to wipe away the tears that she was sure to cry over how she handled the situation. Knowing that if I gave in now I would be her puppet, and I could not allow that.

"You threw us away, Bella. You pretended that I meant nothing to you. Do you have any idea how much that hurt to hear? I loved you. I would have moved mountains, walked over hot coals, given you anything that you asked for before that night at the school dance. That was your chance to tell the world that you loved me, to show them that we were strong, real and together. But, no. Your social standing is more important to you than anything. Now get out of here and leave me the fuck alone. I'm asking you to leave me alone. You have done more than enough damage as it is. Now,get out."

Turning away from her,I heard her sobbing as she managed to utter. "I'm so sorry, I hope you can one day forgive me."

I turned my head away from her as my anger turned to sorrow. The tears making a none too welcome reappearance as my jaw began to quiver. The door opened and closed as she left. I wiped away the tears that spilled down my cheeks,hoping that I would be able to hide this outburst from my mom; she would only worry and I think that I had given her enough cause for concern in the last few days. I managed to compose myself as my mom re-entered the room, speaking in a bright and breezy tone that I could tell was forced.

"We have the all clear from Dr Gerandy, and once we get you up and out of that bed, you can come home."

I turned to smile at her, knowing that she would have seen something had upset me, and true to form she frowned at me, stroking her hand through my hair with a questioning look her face,before she finally spoke.

"I know this is tough for you. Don't worry, though. You are not to rush back to school. I have already spoken to the principal. We are just happy to have you home, where you belong."

She pulled away from me and busied herself,handing me some clothes so I could get dressed to leave. I pulled myself out of bed, making my way to the bathroom where I closed the door behind me and put on the clothes. I looked at the reflection, and yet again failed to recognize the person looking back at me. I had been through so much recently and I wasn't sure if I would even like the person that would emerge from the mess that had been created.

After I was officially discharged, we began our trip home. My mom sat in the back of the car with me and held my hand. As we drove through the town I felt like everyone was looking at me, and I sank lower into the seat, pulling my baseball cap down over my face. My mom sensed my distress and squeezed my hand tighter.

"Darling, it's okay. We'll be home soon."

I then caught the looks being exchanged between her and my dad in the rear view mirror. The silent exchange resulted in the car lurching forward as he picked up more speed to get us home.

As the car pulled up outside the house, I was relieved to see that there was no one waiting to welcome me home; no banners and balloons heralding my return. Slowly,I got out of the car and before I knew it my dad was at my side, his hand on my arm guiding me gently forward towards the house, I turned to face him and he smiled weakly at me before he spoke in a gentle voice.

"C'mon son. Let's get you home where you belong."

I allowed him to usher me into the house. Mom walked ahead and by the time we made it through the door she has plumped the cushions on the couch, blanket in hand. She motioned for me to sit, and I did watching as she busied herself, fetching me a drink and asking if I wanted something to eat. I just stared blankly at her before shaking my head. My dad looked at her and I saw another silent exchange pass between them.

Tiredness washed over me and I stood, moving towards the stairs to go to my bedroom as I just wanted to be alone. Both mom and dad were standing nearby watching me as I made my way slowly away from them. Neither of them spoke which was a relief and I was left to slowly make my way, to my bedroom.

Once I opened the door it felt like I had never been away. My bed is made, room is tidy and my cell still on the desk. I stared at it as it would suddenly come to life and attack me. Subconsciously, I feel myself move towards it. Reaching toward it, I quickly recoil as if I'd been burned. I know it is too soon for me to even think about looking at whatever messages will be waiting for me. Making my way to my bed, I climb under the duvet and pulling myself into the fetal position. With my eyes closed, I began to try and work out what I should do next.

According to Jake, Bella was the reason that I was in hospital as I had taken a combination of pills and liquor following our relationship being revealed and her rejecting me. I was confused. If she had rejected me, why had she spent time at the hospital. Had I imagined that in my subconscious? After all I had so many different thoughts and dreams running about it was hard to work out what was real. I knew that the one person who would be honest with me was my mom. I would ask her later. I was exhausted mentally and physically and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

I was awoken from my slumber by the sounds of raised voices drifting up the stairs. For a moment I forgot where I was and I felt a panic begin to rise within me. I felt better when I finally remembered I was at home. The voices were still loud but I couldn't make out everything that was being said but I recognized them as belonging to my family.

I got out of bed and made my way to the staircase so I would be able to hear without them knowing. I could hear Rose and my mom arguing. Sitting on the top step, I listened intently as they continued.

"Unreasonable? You think it was unreasonable to throw that little bitch out of his hospital room? She was the whole reason that he was there in the first place, or did you not listen to what Emmett told you?"

"Rose! How many times do I have to tell you, I will not have you talking about Bella in that way. If it were not for her and Jake I may now be planning my son's funeral."

I heard mom's voice crack briefly before she regained her control.

"I will not have this behavior in my house. You need to realize that Edward is recovering and he needs us around him, supporting him. Going after Bella like that will not help anyone, especially him. Okay?"

"Yes mom, I'm sorry. I just know that there is more to-"

I jumped at the next voice as it was my dad. His voice cracked through the air, he was angry. I could hear this in his voice.

"Stop this now! Do you not understand what your brother has been through the last few days? How close we came to losing him? He needs us to be strong and supportive for him. Edward needs time and his family to be united in this. Do I make myself clear, Rosalie? Do I?" His voice softened. "What you don't know is that they wanted to keep Edward in hospital for another couple of days to watch over him, with the whole. Well incident. It was only because I promised to watch him personally, and report any issues back that they allowed him home. I just need to be able to get over here to see him with having him over-react. The last thing he needs is anything to cause a relapse. They will definitely need to re-admit him and there is nothing that I would be able to do to stop them. We need you to work with us Rosalie; you and Emmett, to be our eyes and ears. He may just open up to you more than us. I just don't understand any of it.

There wasn't a sound coming from anyone, and I then heard footsteps coming closer to the stairs. Quickly, I went back to my bedroom and lay down on the bed closing my eyes feigning sleep as I heard footsteps getting closer. I heard the door open and then the bed dipped as someone sat on the edge. A gentle hand ran through my hair as I lay there not alerting them to my consciousness, there was an unusual softness to the voice that I was not used to hearing from my sister.

"Oh Edward, I'm so sorry it came to this. I will keep you safe. No one will be able to hurt you like this again. I promise."

Then she left as quietly as she entered. This was a side that I rarely saw of my sister. I knew she cared for me, but this soft and gentle Rose was a new person and one that I was looking forward to knowing. I tried to make some sense of what I had heard downstairs the pain in my mom's voice was clear, and that was my fault. I had caused her this pain and worry and it pained me to think of her hurting because of me. How could I have been so stupid? Thinking about the fact that there was a Doctor I didn't know coming to see me, who was this, and what did my dad mean, he managed to get me discharged sooner and that he would have to monitor me. The thought of going back into hospital scared me. I was glad to finally be home with my family. From what Jake had told me, this was just a giant cluster fuck, and there was only one person who could answer my questions and that was Bella. I didn't feel ready to face her just yet. I drifted off to sleep as these thoughts ran through my mind.

This time when I woke the house was peaceful. I stretched and got out of bed. As I made my way downstairs, I could smell my mom's lasagna and I made my way into the kitchen. When she saw me her face lit up and came towards me and gave me a warm hug, which I gladly returned.

"I'm making your favorite tonight. Sort of a welcome home treat for you. I know we agreed no fuss, but this really doesn't count. Hope you don't mind but Emmett will be here, too."

"Mom please, I just want things to be normal again, I just hope you made enough for him." I chuckled and she smiled at me.

"Of course I did, I know how much he can eat. Now, get out from under my feet. Go, go!"

She shooed me out of the kitchen and things felt like they were getting back to normal and I was relieved.

The dinner went smoothly. The conversation was kept light and casual. We talked about everything and nothing at the same time. No-one mentioned my hospital stay or any the reasons behind it. I kept expecting my dad to mention the forthcoming mystery Doctor Rose's visit but he didn't, but I knew it would come. Emmett was his usual self; loud and playful and managed to eat much more than anyone else. Rose - she was different. I kept catching her looking at me and when I turned to her she would look away. I didn't want to bring up the argument that I heard earlier or that I had been awake when Rose came to me, There was a peace surrounding us now and I did not want to break it.

After dinner I offered to help clear the dishes away but was told that tonight I would get a night off tonight. As I walked into the lounge with my dad I knew that he was wanting to talk to me, both Rose and Emmett were helping with the dishes and conspicuous by their absences as Emmett hated doing dishes. We sat and I aimlessly flicked through the channels on the tv not settling on anything in particular. My dad took a deep breath and spoke in a low calm voice.

"Edward, I need to talk to you." I placed the remote control on the coffee table before turning to face him. "I know you have been through alot in the last week son, and I am not really sure what caused it, but you know that we are here for you. We have all been so worried about you. It seemed that Bella was at the hospital practically non-stop."

At the mention of her name I felt bile rise in my throat and I was up on my feet pacing the room before I knew it. When I stopped pacing I turned to face him, he looked so worried, his brows knitted together and he looked like he was struggling for what to say to me. I had never seen my dad look so unsure of himself. He sighed again before he spoke, almost as if that would help.

"Please, calm down son, I don't know what is going on with you and Bella, that is not my concern now. You are, as both a patient and also more importantly my son. I love you with all my heart so does your mom. We were devastated when we got that call to say, well, let's not get into the details, but I never, ever want to get a call like that again. We are both here for you, anytime. Now there is something that I need to discuss with you." He paused again before continuing. "They only discharged you into my care on the condition that I monitor you and that you see a Psychiatrist. I have consulted and found someone who will not only listen but is very good. Dr Crabb will be here tomorrow to see you. Please don't worry she is not going to tell me what you say, anything you say will remain confidential unless you choose to tell me. Dr Crabb needs to talk things through with you, see how you are feeling now and prepare a report."

I whisper out. "It's okay, I understand. I'm sorry, too. Sorry that I caused you all such pain, I never meant to. I don't know what-"

"Edward, please." He was now standing in front of me, holding my shoulders firmly as he looked into my eyes. My head fell forwards and I uttered,

"I need some air. I'm going outside, if that's okay?"

He simply nodded. I grabbed my jacket before stepping outside. I was enjoying the crisp air and stared at the stars on this clear moonlit night, it was good to be here, alive. I walked down onto the lawn and across to the summerhouse. A wry smile played across my lips as I thought of all the times that I had spent in there before my world was turned upside down. Hesitantly, I reached out and opened the door which was, of course, unlocked. Nothing appeared to have been touched in months. Then again, who uses a summerhouse in the middle of winter? It was freezing inside but I wanted to be here, this was familiar and safe to me. Sitting down in the chair I relaxed and let my thoughts wander to my conversation with my dad and the visit from this Doctor tomorrow. I knew that they would want to poke around inside my head, and I really didn't know what to tell them. I had nearly torn my family apart through my actions and there was no way that I could make this up to them. No matter how many times I said sorry, it would not change the fact that I had tried to kill myself. Spurred on by what I knew now to be the betrayal at the hands of the girl that I loved with my heart and soul. Never again would give someone this kind of power over me. Yes I'm young, but I gave her everything I had to give, and she, well she sold me out and I could never, ever forgive her for that.

I was angry. Someone orchestrated the events at the school dance and from what I had been told this was a complex set up. Then again, was I being overly paranoid? Bella had told me that she was not part of that, but could I believe her? After all, she told me that she loved me and then said I was a joke in front of the whole school. I kept seeing glimpses of memories from that night. I remember feeling so jealous when she was with Mike Newton, happy that she was mine we made out in the boys locker room down to despair as I fled from the gym after my world crashed down around my ears. Tears pricked at my eyes again. I was sick of crying, shedding tears and expressing emotions over something that I could not control. This was not my fault . It was Bella's and who ever set up the floor show at the dance.

I would find out who did this and have my revenge, no matter how long it took. And that, was a promise.

Authors Note:

Thanks go out as always to Cosmom who beta's for me and a massive welcome on board to the Karma Killer train to Kitties1 who pre-read and did some betaing for me too. She is someone I am lucky to have in my life and call my friend. Please DO check out her story, Isabella Swan, Submissive. This is not for everyone and the humour is very very British, I love it cannot recommend this enough.

Thanks to everyone who reads and reviews for me, I really do appreciate knowing that you are with me on this ride.