Prologue

I ran out my door and flew down the stairs, narrowly avoiding death as I nearly fell down the flight of them. I stumbled to the open front door and I saw Edward get in his car.

I gasped - it was true.

My heart rose to my throat and created a lump so big I couldn't breathe.
The look on his face unmistakable. His striking features were contorted and strained, his illustrious green eyes were glassy, jaw tight. All his expression displayed was agony. He was injured, and I was watching the affliction on his heart play out on his face. The grief and betrayal was mixed with a twinge of shock - he wasn't expecting this. This was not anticipated.

Nothing had happened, and I knew that, but Edward didn't and I knew what he was making of the scene he witnessed. I could practically hear the conclusions he was jumping to in his brain.
It was all my carelessness. I should have had my phone with me, I shouldn't have lost track of time, I shouldn't of been so distracted. Yes, I was at fault for that, but if Edward really knew what was going on, he could have seen that he was overreacting.

But he didn't know. He didn't know a lot - and it was enough.
Enough for me to know what Edward's next move was going to be.
He was going to assume and then assume some more, and then he was going to headfuck himself.
And then we were both going to pay.

I had to stop him, now.

He was in his car and as soon as he saw me, he started it.
I made a sprint for him, hoping I wouldn't trip.

"Edward! Edward! Wait!" Oh pleaseplease just wait. Just give me thirty seconds.

I was yelling. Neighbors were going to hear me.

Edward didn't hesitate. Bat out of hell doesn't begin to describe it. He couldn't leave fast enough.