Four Years Earlier
I remember the last time that I saw Edward Cullen.
It was the end of Edward's trial and I was stood in the witness box in a court room, whilst he was stood across the room from me in the prisoner's dock.
The entire trial process had been long and emotional for me. It had lasted for over a month and during those weeks I endured numerous court appearances with detailed questioning from the judge and lawyers about all of the crimes my family had committed.
Of course, my father's lawyer was one of the best in the state, but all of my answers to his questions were true and it was incredibly hard to question them, so he had little to defend on.
I knew details about all of the hidden warehouses where my father would store drugs, I knew details about all of the dealers my father sold to, so of course they ended up being arrested also. I also knew details about the numerous bank accounts my father held to try and cover his tracks, I knew where he got the drugs from and how they got into Forks. Consequently, this had then led on to the arrests of my Father's business associates which in turn opened up new enquires.
So by turning my father into the police, I had opened up a nationwide investigation into the drug trade and drug rings.
I suppose that overhearing many of my father's and brother's conversations ended up being their downfall.
However, none of the trials were easy for me.
During Jaspers trial, I gave as much evidence as I could regarding my brothers job as a drug dealer. But because Jasper was still at high school he didn't have much responsibility within our fathers business; however, when he was arrested the police found him in possession of Class A drugs so they were able to charge him with that.
Jasper remained calm and collected throughout the durations of his trial. Not once did he give a hint of emotion away; his face remained seemingly still and not once did he look in my direction. The only time he even moved during the trial was when the judge sentenced him and he gave a nod as though he was accepting his fate.
Emmett on the other hand was a completely different story. Throughout his trial he kept swearing as the judge read out the charges against him and shouted bullshit a few times as I gave evidence in the witness box. When the judge handed Emmett his sentence, he began shouting and swearing so much that the two police officers in the prisoner's dock had to drag Emmett outside the court room.
It would have been almost comical to watch if it hadn't been my older brother whom I had just sent to jail.
Rosalie attacked me outside the courtroom once Emmett's trail was over. I had just exited the courthouse with Jacob when someone grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back.
"How could you? How could you do that to your own family?" Rosalie screeched as she dragged me backwards before letting me go and pushing me to the ground.
"Rose, please, I didn't mean to hurt you but it was the right thing to do!"
"The right thing to do?! You wouldn't know what the right thing to do is even if it hit you in the fucking face! You have sent down your own family. Who does that?"
It wasn't long before I snapped. "Did you even go and visit Seth in hospital? I did it for him! He could have died and think of all those other teenagers who have died because of drug overdoses! It had to stop!"
She laughed. "You know they'll never forgive you for this and neither will I."
"I don't need your forgiveness. You were dead to me the day that you told Emmett about Edward and I's relationship," I replied coldly.
"You're going to regret this one day Bella. I hope you're happy," she said before walking away.
I stared after her for a few moments until Jacob tugged my arm towards his car, before driving me back to his father's house.
My father's trial was the hardest one out of all of my families. As the judge read out the charges against him, my insides turned cold. I hadn't realised how much illegal business my father had been involved it and I almost wanted to shout out to the judge to stop and that I retract my statements.
The man standing across the room from me was the man who had raised me since my mother had died. This was the man who had taken me out on day trips to the park and to the zoo. This was the man who had made sure I had gotten everything I had ever wanted and made sure that all of my birthdays were special. This was the man who showered me with love and affection until I pushed him away when I was in my early teens.
This was my father and I was sending him to prison.
For the rest of the trial I avoided all eye contact with my father even though I was sure he had been staring at me for most of the time.
When the jury had finally reached its verdict, I shot a quick glance at my father and caught his eye for a split second. He gave me a small sad smile before I turned away and focused on the judge whilst he read out my fathers sentence.
For the first time during the trial I felt my eyes welling up with tears and I locked my jaw to stop the sobs building up in my throat in a feeble attempt to stop those tears rolling down my cheeks. As the policemen led my father out of the courtroom, I could hold it off any longer and I began to cry and my tears didn't stop until I was in bed later that day.
However, whilst I though my fathers trial was hard, it had nothing on Edward Cullen's trial.
With the little evidence that I had been able to give the police on the Cullen family, the police managed to succeed with the arrests of Carlisle Cullen, Edward Cullen and a few other member of their family whom I didn't know. Despite only being able to give evidence on Edward's drug dealing, it wasn't long before some other informers who were drug dealers for the Cullens gave evidence on the Cullens in return for reduced sentences. And before I knew, numerous arrests had been made and the police had managed to crack the Cullen drug ring.
The only trial I had to give evidence on was Edward's trial as I knew nothing about the rest of his family's business, which was a slight relief.
But as Edward stood in that prisoner's box across the room from me, my heart faltered as I dared to look at him.
From my quick glance, I could immediately tell that prison life was not suiting Edward well at all. Even from across the room I could see the dark circles underneath his eyes, his hair was even messier than usual and his face looked hallow and gaunt.
I had done this to him, I had broken him.
Tears rolled down my face as I stood in the witness box and gave my evidence, trying to avoid Edward's glare from across the room. But his glare was unavoidable and once the trial was over, I turned to leave the courtroom but I managed to catch Edward's eye in the process.
I could feel my heart thumping against my chest and my heart and body willed for me to run across the room and run into his arms. I wanted to tell him that I was sorry, and that everything will be okay.
But most of all I wanted to tell him that I loved him despite everything that had happened.
Of course, I still hated him, but it is hard to fall out of love with someone that you were so deeply in love with, in a matter of weeks and I knew that it was going to take a long time to get over him.
But as we stared at each other, I had never seen such a look of pure hatred coming from Edward. His eyes were glaring at me and his posture was tight and rigid, but slightly shaking and in that moment I knew he would never forgive me.
But I turned away from him and left the court house, vowing to never return to Forks.
I had done what was right, despite my feelings and now I was able to start fresh and have a brand new life.
But I would never forget the last time I saw Edward Cullen and that image would haunt my nightmares for the next few years.
My first instinct was to punch him.
As the adrenaline pumped through my body, my fist bunched up and before I knew it, my arm was swinging towards his face. But before my fist could make impact with his face, his other arm grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm painfully, so that he now held both of my wrists.
"Get off of me, you bastard!" I said before bringing my knee up and kneeing him in the crotch.
He let go of my hands and fell to the floor grabbing his crotch and I used the opportunity to grab the phone off of the floor. But as I began to run down the hall into my bedroom to phone the police, a hand wrapped around my ankle, pulling me back and pulling me onto the floor, the phone falling out of my hand once again.
Before I could get up, Edward flipped me onto my back, grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head whilst he straddled me, ensuring that I couldn't move.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he growled.
"What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you? You've broken into my apartment!" I screeched. "Get off me you asshole!" I tried to squirm underneath him to free myself but I could barely move.
Edward tightened his grip on my wrists. "You owe me answers."
"I don't owe you shit! You dealt drugs so I made sure that you were arrested for it. End of story. Now get out of my fucking apartment or I'm going to call the police!"
"With what phone?" He smirked and removing one hand from my wrists, he grabbed the phone and smashed it against the wall.
Edward climbed off me and stood up, pulling me up with him and dragging me over to the sofa before pushing me down onto it.
"Why are you here?"
"I told you, you owe me answers."
"I just gave them to you."
Edward walked around the living room, picking up photos and placing them back down. "I'm disappointed that you don't have a photo of us in here. Did I mean so little to you?"
"Fuck you," I replied.
"I mean, as far as I can remember, you were in love with me. And yet, even though I was such an important person in your life, you don't even have the decency to frame a photo of me?" He picked up a photo of Seth and I. "I hear that Seth left you to go back to your father, that must have been a bit of a slap in the face, huh, Bell?"
"Where did you hear that?" I asked, my voice beginning to shake as his words started to get to me.
"I know everything," he placed the photo back down. "Now tell me, why did you do it?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"No, not to me it isn't," he sighed. "What went wrong?"
I scoffed. "You honestly don't know? You must be more stupid that I thought."
His tone became deeper and serious. "I thought we were happy together and then one morning I woke up to find the police banging down the front door."
I laughed. "Do you honestly not remember what happened that one night?" He shook his head and I laughed again. "Maybe, just maybe it had something to do with the fact that you sold Seth drugs, or maybe due to the fact that you cheated on me or maybe it was due to the fact you told me I was nothing to do with you?"
"You ruined my fucking life because of that?! I had to say all of that stuff to you, I was even going to apologise the next day, but you decided to turn me into the police instead?!"
I stood up off of the sofa. "You brought it upon yourself! So don't try and blame me, you deserved it! If you weren't being such a dick that night perhaps I never would have done it!"
He stormed over to me and pushed me back down. "I don't think you realise how much you've ruined my life. You knew that I wanted to be a doctor, now I can't even apply to colleges because they won't even look at my application now that I've been in prison. Heck, I won't even be able to get a half decent job because no one will employ a criminal. You blew everything completely out of proportion, you've ruined people's lives."
"Don't you dare put the blame on me!" I shouted, standing up again. "You all deserved it! Drugs eh? What kind of sad pathetic people get involved in that world? I thought that we were on the same fucking page, but evidently I was wrong!"
"Don't you dare call me sad and pathetic. You don't know a fucking thing about me!" he roared back. "You are just a pathetic bitch Bella. All you ever think about is yourself! No one is ever going to love you! You're family hates you, I fucking hate you, you're ex best friend hates you and even Seth has left you because he hates you for putting his family in jail. No one wants you! So don't call me the sad and pathetic one because if it is anyone, it's you!"
Before I registered what I was doing, I brought my hand up and slapped Edward across the face. "Get the fuck out of my apartment!"
He laughed, "No."
With anger coursing through my body, I picked up an empty wine bottle on the small table next to the sofa and chucked it at Edward. He ducked at the last moment, so unfortunately the bottle hit the wall behind him, but it was close.
"You're actually a psycho, has anyone ever told you that?!"
"Leave!" I screeched, getting ready to chuck the nearest thing to me.
He smirked. "You know what, originally I only came here for answers and then I was going to leave you alone. But as it turns out that I actually have a temporary job here in Seattle for a while." He began to walk towards the door and I got my hopes up that he was finally going to leave me alone for good. But he turned around before leaving and said, "So I'm going to be around a lot more now Bella. So when you think your life is going well and you're happy, I'm going to be there every step of the way to make sure that your life is miserable. Now that you've ruined my life I'm going to ruin yours."
And with those parting words he left my apartment, leaving me staring at the door in shock.
I had just survived my first encounter with Edward Cullen and according to him there are going to be many more to come.