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As we left the station, I heard both my parents thanking Charlie for being so lenient on me. I wanted to scream, but didn't.

We crossed the parking lot to my mom's car, where I saw Jake sitting in his car watching me. He climbed out and walked towards me. "Hey, what's happening?"

I growled at him. "Back off Jacob; I mean it."

"Whoa, Edward," he said, putting his hands up. "I only asked if you were okay. I mean, it's not every day I see you being put in the back of a Police car. I called your parents; I hope I did the right thing."

My mom stepped forward. "It's true, Jake told us what happened; we came straight here."

"Did I ask you to? You should've left me there. I mean outta sight, outta mind." I turned to face Jake as I spat the last part with as much venom as I could muster. "Isn't that right, eh Jake?"

He laughed. "Look Edward, I have no idea what you are going on about."

This time, I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "I saw you Jake...with her. Some friend you turned out to be."

I turned on my heel, getting into the back of the car, slamming the door closed and locking it. I saw the look of confusion and the recognition as it swept across his face. He moved toward the car only to be stopped by my father. I couldn't make out what was being said, but Jake nodded his head before he made his way to his car, his head bowed. We drove home in silence; my head was resting against the window. The vibration of the car as it travelled on the road, started to send me to sleep, only to be awoken once the car finally pulled up at home.

Once inside in the lounge, no one spoke. I could feel all eyes on me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

I didn't get any further with my sentence before my mom interrupted me. "You're sorry? You didn't mean to? Edward, if I had a dollar for every time those words have come from you recently, I would be rich. I know that you've been through an ordeal. I get that, but you're not the only one who's hurt here. You don't understand...you hurt, I hurt."

My father tried to stop her, but she was having none of it. "Don't touch me, Carlisle, and don't try and stop me. He needs to hear this and I need to say it." She turned to look at me. "Edward, I love you. You're my flesh and blood and I would kill to protect you, to keep you safe, but I can't reach you, and it's killing me. Please, tell me what's going on inside that head of yours?"

I stood there shell shocked. I had never seen my mom this upset before. She was nearly hysterical and my father didn't know how to handle her.

"What do you need me to do? Tell me and I will do it, but you need to tell me, please?"

My father refused to be brushed aside and took her in his arms and held her. He muttered something under his breath that I couldn't hear.

Despite the late hour, the doorbell sounded, my parents looked at one another and I could tell that they thought what now?

My mom went to answer and I listened intently. Jake was here and I heard my mom tell him to go through to the lounge. I stood staring out of the window; I really wasn't in the mood for this tonight.

My father left us alone which wasn't a wise move.

"Edward."

I didn't turn around. "Jacob, what do you want?"

He laughed. "An explanation would be nice? I mean all that shit down at the station, what was that about?"

I turned to face him, anger coursing through me. "You know what, Jake, you with her?"

"Where? What are you talking about? Yeah, I saw you get pulled over by Chief Swan, so I called your..."

"Jake, don't lie to me. I know that you were with her tonight. Enjoy your alone time did you? One on one with Bella? Did she put out for you? I mean she's broken in now, so I can't imagine that you'd have any problems with her putting out." I spat, venom dripped from every word that I spoke. I felt betrayed by both of them.

Jake shot me a shocked look before he answered. "What? You think... Fuck, Edward! Seriously? You think that I would do that to you?"

I didn't give him chance to answer. "I don't know, Jacob. I go down to talk to Bella and what do I see? Any guesses?"

He stood looking at me confused. "I'll just go ahead and tell you." I glared at him as I spoke my next words. "I saw you leaving her house. You two were alone and I saw you kiss her. Don't..."

Jake was in front of me, pushing me. "You saw what? Me comforting a friend? Talk about over-reaction!"

"Don't fucking lie to me!" I screamed and pushed him back, only to be pulled away by my father who had obviously heard the raised voices.

"Whoa! What on earth is going on here? Edward? Jacob?"

Neither of us spoke. My father looked between us expecting an answer, but was getting nothing. He sighed deeply. "Jake, I think it's best if you left for now. Edward, I'll deal with you in the morning; it's late."

He released his hold on me and I stormed past him, brushing past Jake on my way out of the door. I went up to my room, slamming the door closed behind me. I threw myself on my bed and closed my eyes as my anger ebbed away from me. Why was this happening to me? I must've really pissed karma off to end up with all this happening to me.

My phone beeped to say that I had a message. It was from Jake.

Believe what you want. If you want the truth, you know where I am.

I deleted the message, not caring at this stage. I knew what I had seen and having been lied to before; I wasn't going to get sucked in a second time.

Placing my phone back on my nightstand, I drifted off to sleep.

My sleep, although welcomed, was far from restful. I spent hours tossing and turning. My dreams, when they came, were filled with visions of Jake and Bella together. In one scene, it was them together at the dance. She was dancing with him and they didn't have to hide from anyone. I mean, why would they? She was Miss popular and he was, well, he was Jacob Black.

That caused to me to wake with a start, finding myself sitting upright in bed, my heart pounding heavily in my chest. I realized, it was only a nightmare. Whatever, I thought, but in the back of my mind, I wondered if it would become reality with what I had seen tonight.

When my eyes finally opened the next day, I was shocked to see it was one in the afternoon. No one had woken me, which was strange. Then again, after last night, I was glad. I knew I would only be getting a lecture today. Mom and dad were both angry last night, so today, once they had a chance to sleep on it, I was sure I'd be ripped a new asshole.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, and I listened to the sounds of the house below me. Mom was bustling about in the kitchen; I could hear pots and pans being rattled. I knew I would have to face the music, but I was definitely not looking forward to it, so I delayed the inevitable. I decided to shower and get dressed before I ventured downstairs.

I walked into the kitchen and my presence wasn't acknowledged. Mom was cleaning out the cupboards. The entire contents were spread out across the counter and she had on her rubber gloves scrubbing away. I made coffee and toast for myself. During the entire time, she didn't deviate from her relentless cleaning. I knew I was in trouble. When mom cleaned like this, she was usually angry, and this was a way for her to get her frustration out of her system. We usually kept out of her way, but today, I wouldn't be that lucky.

As I sat and ate my breakfast in silence, I knew that, once again, I had disappointed my parents and that hurt me, just as I had hurt them.

I washed my plate and cup before I left the kitchen and made my way to my room. I laid on the bed and waited for the inevitable, which would be my father coming home from work. The last words he said to me last night rang in my ears about dealing with me in the morning.

I heard the front door open and close, footsteps making their way through to the kitchen, followed by voices. I was sure there was another voice amongst the ones that I could make out of my parents, but I couldn't be sure.

Then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs toward my room, and my father appeared at my bedroom door. "Edward, come downstairs please. I will be waiting in the lounge."

He didn't wait for my reply, he just turned and left.

I got up and followed him, feeling almost like I was going to face a firing squad following my actions last night.

As I walked into the lounge, my father was standing at the fireplace, his hands clasped behind his back. My mom was sitting in the chair that my father normally sat in; she didn't acknowledge me as I entered. I took a seat on the couch and waited.

My dad turned and faced me, and I couldn't remember a time when I had seen him look so calm. But I knew that this was the well-practiced mask that he would wear at work, and now he was applying it to me...his son.

Taking a deep breath, he began to speak. "Edward, I can't tell you how disappointed I am in you. Last night you showed a blatant disregard for me and your mom. You took my car without my permission, and then you got stopped by the Police." He took a deep breath and when he spoke he seemed to have trouble keeping his voice calm. "Do you have any idea what position that puts me in? How that makes me look? Do you?"

My head dropped, my eyes searching the floor for something, anything to focus on. I couldn't bear to see the disappointment in his eyes. I had disobeyed my father last night, and taking his car was stupid. He had every right to be angry at me.

His voice rose as he continued. "Then I find you fighting with your best friend, Jacob. I mean, really, Edward. I have no idea what's going on with you these days. It's like you're not my son anymore. I don't know who you are, but you are not the son I raised."

The sorrow dripped from his words. Tears filled my eyes, spilling out and down my cheeks. I couldn't run from this; I needed to hear the words that he was saying. If this was what it took to make me realize what I was doing, then so be it.

What I didn't know was, my parents both left the room, and when I looked up, I saw Dr. Crabb standing where my father had been. I looked confused at her, and stammered. "How… how long have you been here?"

She looked at me with kind eyes. "Long enough, Edward. Now, are you going to tell me what's been going on around here?"

I stared at her, unsure of what she would want to know, to hear from me. I needed to talk to someone about this mess; about how I ended up at rock bottom and just when I thought that I could sink no lower, last night happened.

I slowly nodded at her, in a small voice I spoke. "Okay, I'll tell you everything, then you can make up your own mind about how fucked up I am."

Dr. Crabb let out a deep breath. "Edward, you are not fucked up. Now, shall we do this here? Or would you rather we head out somewhere? Your choice."

I sighed heavily. "Can we go out? I want to go to the beach."

She nodded, so I grabbed my coat and together we left the house. I knew that when I came back, I would have told her everything. She would be the only person that knew the whole truth about what happened; I could not lie to her. This was going to be hard.

Authors Note:

Hope that you are all still with me, and apologies for the delay in the update. As you know my usual beta Cosmom is taking a tiny break (miss you hun) and Dreamofrob10 has stepped into the breach. What you might not know is that about three weeks ago she had a horrible car accident, head on collision. She is okay but broke her wrist in two places and has been out of action since. However, she has managed this one handed. I cannot thank her enough.

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