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And so I just found ANOTHER trailer of New Moon. It's in french though and it had new scenes!!! Omg, I freaked out when I saw it, so head on over to youtube!! You will flip in your seat. Literally. But I couldnt understand, because obviously its in French and I dont speak it, but still you get to see the video!! Go see! You won't be sorry.
When I got home, I took a shower and removed the remnants of all the dirt and mud off myself. I brushed off the caked on mud off my jeans and threw them in the washer. I highly doubted I was going to get that stain out.
Looking in the bathroom mirror, I noticed the cut on my lip was very red and the side of my face that had the cut was now swelling. My eyes were red and puffy, my hair wet and sleek. I looked like shit to say the least.
I pulled on some sofie shorts and a tank top and went into the kitchen. I grabbed a box of Cheez-its and went back in my room. I got in my bed and pulled the covers up and picked up the remote. I turned on the TV and snuggled under the warm cover, wallowing in misery.
I couldn't believe what had happened.
He gave her my key. And I just couldn't help myself. I felt as if he was ending our relationship. I felt as if that was the end of things and that he was moving on. I wouldn't let him do that. He needed me, I needed him.
We were two parts of a whole.
I needed him.
But, he just refused to believe that I loved him and still wanted him. I mean, I fucking beat Rosalie's ass in the rain to get his key! If that ain't love, then I didn't know what love was.
I had even stayed away from Jacob. I hadn't seen or talked to him since that fateful day. I would gladly give up Jacob for Edward. I liked Jacob, but I loved Edward. It was just a moment of weakness, that's all.
A mistake. That's it.
Then my mind was filled with that day, the day it happened, the day Edward had seen me and Jacob. It had been an accident. It wasn't supposed to happen, it just did.
Jacob has been my friend since I was 5. My step-dad was an alcholic who hit my mom, so I moved in with my real dad, Charlie, and met Jacob. He was nice to me and we became friends and stayed that way.
All throughout high school, I liked Jacob as more than a friend. He helped me get through a new school and he always took care of me.
Until I graduated high school and moved away from Forks, where Jacob stayed. I went back to Phoenix and took care of my mother. My step-dad had decided to leave my mom. He was drunk.
And I was glad he was leaving her. I didn't want him to hit my mom anymore and I hated leaving her there with him. But she told me that she wanted what was best for me.
Then, mom started coughing up blood and I took her to the doctor. That's when we found out she had lung cancer. Apparently, it was caused by her smoking, which I never knew she did.
That's how I met Edward.
He was my mom's doctor and told me that she had had the cancer for awhile now and it was spreading rapidly. 6 months later she died.
We had been dating up until that time and when my mom died, he was there with me when I got the news. He held me and took care of me, letting me stay with him and even taking off a couple of days from work to be with me.
I didn't know what I would have done without him.
I was devastated. But I had Edward. We were together and he was what I needed. He helped me get through it and I told him about my step-dad and how he hit my mom. My mom had been my life. I loved her with everything I had.
Then I had Edward.
Jacob was long forgotten.
Three years later he showed up at my doorstep. I was suprised to say the least, but happy to see him. He told me he had heard about my mom, but he had to stay and help his dad. So, I understood.
Me and Jacob talked and talked all afternoon. I told him I missed him and he said that he has missed me too. And that's when it happened. He kissed me. I was stunned, I didn't know what to do.
So, I didn't do anything. Jacob grabbed my arms and set me in his lap and then started kissing my neck.
And somewhere in my mind called out to me, telling me this is what I had been wanting. That all through high school, this was all I wanted was for Jacob to love me and kiss me. I had needed him as more than just a friend then.
But then I reasoned with myself. I had Edward and I didn't need Jacob anymore. Jacob was a thing of the past. He had his chance and he never took it. But, Edward did.
My body suddenly came to life and I tried to get Jacob off of me, but I guess he took my passiveness as agreement. I kepr grabbing his arms, trying to protest and push him off of me, but he wouldn't listen, taking my anger for passion.
At that exact moment, I heard the door being unlocked and Jacob did too, and looked up at the door at the same time Edward walked in.
I froze, my eyes widened.
Edward's eyes went from confusion, to shock, and then finally setting on anger. His face turned red and he dropped a bag that he was carrying and whatever was in it, hit the floor and shattered on the ground.
I flinched and Jacob let go of me. And that's when I realized that I was still in Jacob's lap and his hands were holding onto my hips.
I flew out of his lap and ran to Edward, grabbing onto his upper arms. He scowled at me and snatched his arms out of my hands.
"Don't touch me, slut." He sneered and walked off into the bedroom.
I just stood there and looked back at Jacob.
"Get the hell out of my house and don't come back, Jacob," I told him.
He grimaced and got up off the couch. "Is that your boyfriend?" He asked.
I nodded and he left.
I decided to go check on Edward and my bedroom door was shut. I turned the knob and pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Clothes were scattered everywhere, drawers open, and clothes hanging out of them. Two suitcases were on the bed, both open, with some more clothes haphazardly thrown in there.
Edward them came out of the bathroom and chunked a toothbrush and toothpaste in the bags.
And that's when it hit me.
Edward was leaving.
He always kept clothes over here, becase he mostly stayed over here with me most days.
No, he couldn't leave. Not now. I had to make him understand. He would, I told myself.
It was simple misunderstanding. I would get him to reason. Edward just stood beside the bags, his eyes and face red, and he was complusively running his hands through his hair, making it even more messy.
He stared at me and I tears gathered in my eyes and I tried to blink them back.
"E-Edward, can we--" I started.
"No," Edward interrupted, his voice harsh and cold. "There is nothing to talk about and nothing you can explain. I don't want to hear any of your bullshit, Bella. I've tried to be patient with you and God knows I've given you time. I know it broke you when your mom died, but it's been years. And I fucking loved you, Bella. I would have given you anything you asked, but you are a selfish whore. Always taking and never giving. So this time I'm taking my ass and leaving. If you want him, then you can have him. Tell him we are over. And don't try to contact me, because I won't listen."
And with that he zipped his bags up, grabbed them, and left my apartment, never saying another word.
So there you go!
That's why Edward is so mad at Bella.
I just want to hit Bella over the head with a 4x4 and knock some sense into her. hahaha.
And I know it's short, but I wanted this to be by itself.
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