Disclaimer- I am not Stephenie Meyer. Never was, never will be.

A/N- After writing about Bella having traumatic events happen to her in an All Human A/U, I wanted to try writing a traumatized Edward in All Human A/U. It's interesting, Edward without his supernatural vampire powers dealing with depression and sadness. I started writing, and I realized I liked trying writing from everybody's POV, and this story kept on getting longer and longer and longer because I had so many stories to tell from each couple. As always, I can never stand to make Charlie, Jacob or Mike Newton a bad guy, although Mike is not appearing this story, so far. James is appearing, though, early on. I haven't finished it, but I've gotten pretty far in it. As always, it takes about 15 chapters for them to meet and a greet before anybody gets any booh-tay, but trust me, lemons are coming. The story has all canon couples, except Jacob/Angela. I'm on a Jake/Angie crusade, man!

Warnings- violence, domestic abuse, flashbacks, lemons, cursing, and cheatin'! Hope you're excited about this story! I am!

Song- Hearts Burst Into Fire by Bullets for My Valentine

I'm coming home
I been gone for far too long
Do you remember me at all?

I'm leaving
Have I fucked things up again?
I'm dreaming
too much time without you spent

it hurts!
Wound's so sore!
now I'm torn
now I'm torn
I've been far away

when I see your face
my hearts burst into fire
hearts burst into fire

you're not alone
I know I'm far from home
do you remember me at all?
I'm bleeding
do you wait for me again?
I'm screaming
No more days we'd have to spend

it hurts!
Wound's so sore!
now I'm torn
now I'm torn
I've been far away

when I see your face
my hearts burst into fire
hearts burst into fire

My bed's so cold, so lonely
no arms to seize, to hold me
has this world stopped turning?
are we forever to be apart?
...Forever to be apart...

it hurts!
Wound's so sore!
now I'm torn
now I'm torn
I've been far away

when I see your face
my hearts burst into fire
hearts burst into fire

I'm coming home
I've been gone for far to long
do you remember me at all?
do you remember me at all?

I'm leaving
I'm screaming
I'm dreaming

When hearts burst into flames

EPOV

I saw the look of shock on her face and the fear in her eyes. Her hand came away from her stomach. Blood coated it. So much of it.

“No!” I cried.

“Edward, call an ambulance,” she said, her eyes wide. “Please, fast!”

As always, I woke with a cold start. I could never live past that nightmare. It couldn’t sleep after this, anyways.

I washed my face in the sink and gazed at myself in the mirror. Sometimes, I didn’t even recognize myself. I was growing old. I didn’t want my parents knowing about what I was going through, especially on a weekend with them.

I went down to the basement and stretched. I turned on the treadmill and warmed up. I might as well start my day.

“Edward, were you up this morning?” Mom asked as she started breakfast.

“Sure,” I said.

“Like, around four?” she asked.

“Well, I couldn’t sleep,” I said.

“I worry about how you don’t sleep,” she said. “But, your father assures me that it’s normal for interns.”

“It is,” I assured her, although that wasn’t the case, setting down my card and gift on the tray for Father’s Day.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Mom said.

“Yeah, I did,” I said.

“You’re too good of a kid,” she said, standing on her toes to kiss me.

BPOV

“Bells, is this my Father’s Day present?” Charlie was standing in the doorway of my bedroom with his new fishing rod. “Wow! This is great!”

“Yeah, Dad, this is from me,” I said, smiling, despite being woken up so early. It was almost 5 in the morning. “Enjoy it with Billy.”

“I will, I will!” Charlie cried, looking like a little kid on Christmas Day, miming casting a fly. “Thanks, Bella!”

“Have fun,” I said.

He walked out of the room, his eyes glued at the rod.

I rolled over to go back to sleep, smiling to myself. Good job, Bella, I thought, mentally patting myself of the back. My card to Phil should have arrived in the mail on Saturday. I was a good daughter.

I woke up around 8:30 and took a shower. I came downstairs, dressed in my khakis and a silk top to have brunch with the Cullens. I hoped in my crappy little Carolla to get into their house. Charlie was taken care of, at least until 10.

Esme welcomed me into the house. “Hi, Bella!” she cried. “Good to see you!” She hugged me.

“Hi,” I said. “Good to see you, too.”

“Come on in, we’re about to eat. Do you want some mimosa?” she asked.

“Sure, I can get it,” I said. I knew where their kitchen was. Alice and Jasper were in the kitchen together, making scrambled eggs together. “Hey guys!”

“Hi, Bella!” Alice cried, dropping her spatula. “How did Charlie like the fishing rod?”

“He loved it,” I said.

“Way to go, wasn’t I right?” Carlisle asked, coming down the stairs.

“Yeah,” I said. Alice emptied the eggs into a bowl.

“Happy Father’s Day,” I said, hugging Carlisle. I held my card until we sat down to brunch.

“Thank you,” Carlisle said. “How’s James?”

“He’s being James,” I said. His own father was a dead beat, he hadn’t seen him since he was 13, he lived in Detroit, yet he wanted me to stay in Seattle for the weekend. I couldn’t pass up a weekend with Charlie and Carlisle. “I don’t want to talk about him. Let’s sit down! I’m hungry!”