AN: Hiya! I'm still kinda rough with 1st person POV, so bear with me! Also, I know this is the shortest chapter so far, but keep in mind that you've gotten two other chapters out of me this week, lol! There will be other EPOVs coming down the line, I promise!

The song inspiration is up on the Blog!

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I groaned and tossed my keys on the table by the front door of our penthouse apartment. It had been the longest day in recent history that I had been at the office. I had been working my ass off trying to get my new company off of the ground. Ignoring everything and everyone in my life in order to get through the day, without thinking about him. My little boy. My God, I missed him and did everything I could to put it out of my mind. I had to stay busy or my mind would fold in upon itself. But it was in these quiet moments, when I was all alone, that the pain would return at full force.

Looking at my watch, I noticed that it's almost nine o'cock in the evening. Victoria should be home by now.

"Vic?" I called out.

No response came, so I decided to look around. For the past six months or so, our relationship had been non-existent. To be honest, it had never really been a healthy relationship to start off with. Victoria had been my first girlfriend, my first everything. It was difficult dealing with her and her mood swings after finding out she was pregnant, but I wanted to make it work. I wanted to bring our child into this world with a loving, complete family. Vicki made it quite clear from the beginning that that wasn't what she wanted, but I held onto my hopes.

Once Jack was born, none of that mattered anymore. Once I looked into his eyes for the first time, I felt my universe shift and I knew without a doubt what my place in this world was. I was this little beings father, and I would protect him, love him and teach him everything I knew. I would help him achieve his dreams and teach him how to play baseball. Since he's been missing, my life has been empty. My wife's coldness only exacerbated the void that I felt in Jackson's absence.

The apartment was completely empty so I ran my hands through my hair and sighed. I didn't know whether or not to be thankful that she wasn't here. Undoing the cuff links on my dress shirt, I tossed them haphazardly onto the night stand.

"Goddammit," I cursed as I watched one of them bounce onto the floor and under the bed. Kneeling down, I reached my hand under the bed and ran my fingers across the carpet to feel for it. I grasped the small object, but as I was pulling my hand out, something crinkled and brushed against my skin. I placed the cuff link on the table gently this time, and unfolded the piece of paper that had been found.

My gut wrenched and my anger sang through my veins as I stared at a masculine writing that was clearly not mine.

Meet me at the hotel early this time. I have plans for you, beautiful.

You're starting to get sloppy again, Vic. Make sure he doesn't find out.

My jaw clenched and my hand crumpled the paper as it turned into a fist. I started to breathe heavily and I knew I was about to explode. Panicking, I looked around and felt the room getting smaller. My chest started to hurt from the effort it was taking me to suck air into my lungs. Wrenching my cell phone out of my pocket, I dialed the only person who could help me right now.

"Yello."

"Em," I gasped to my older brother. "I need you."

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Emmett showed up about fifteen minutes later and pulled the note out of my clenched fists. His eyes flicked over the handful of words over and over, astonishment written across his face.

"What the fuck is this?" he yelled. "Are you kidding me? Where is she, Edward? Where is the little bitch?"

"I don't know," I whispered. My heart was shattered all over again. Our marriage wasn't perfect, but I honestly hadn't thought Victoria capable of cheating on me. For awhile now it seemed by the tone of the words written down. Em strode over to the closet and pulled my gym bag out and tossed it on the bed.

"Pack it. You're coming with me. We'll come back tomorrow and get the rest of your shit."

I numbly stood up and walked over to my dresser and blindly tossed some clothes and toiletries into the bag. The more that what was happening seeped into my brain, the more I felt confined and I needed to get out of there. My anger was bubbling under the surface and my disgust for her was filling my chest. How could she do this? How long had it been going on? I resolved to get some answers from wherever I could once we got to Em's house.

The rest of the night was a blur until I found myself walking into the condo that Em shared with his girlfriend, Rosalie. She was sitting on the couch waiting for us. He must have called and explained everything to her because she walked over and wrapped me in a hug.

"It'll be okay, Ed," she whispered in my ear. "We're all here for you."

I felt myself begin to crumble at her words and had to sink down onto the couch before my legs gave out on me. Within moments, my sobs echoed through the living room as my brother and Rose held me from either side. It was too much. Victoria's betrayal. Jack being gone. My life had gone straight to hell and I had no idea how to fix it.

I don't remember falling asleep, but when I woke the next morning, my head was throbbing and my eyes were drier than a desert. When I sat up, I saw my parents sitting on the couch across from the one I'm sitting on. My mom rushed over and hugged me tightly. My heart broke again as I listened to her little sniffles and I knew she was crying.

"Son, I am so sorry," Carlisle told me. "What do you want to do?"

I ran my hands through my hair and shook my head because I wasn't really sure. Victoria's parents bought the apartment for us as a wedding gift, so I wanted nothing to do with it.

"You can come stay with us," Mom said sternly. "We'll go over to your place today and pack up as much as we can and you can take the third floor of the house for now."

I nodded, knowing that this was more than likely the best course of action. As much as I didn't like admitting it, I needed my family right now. I needed a shoulder to lean on and someone to make sure that I didn't go too far and strangle Victoria in my fury. After a quick breakfast, Emmett, my father and I drove back to the penthouse. There was no sign of Victoria still, so I assumed that she had never came home. After about an hour's work, all of the things that I gave a damn about were packed and ready to go. As we were making our way out the apartment, I stopped in my tracks as we passed Jack's room.

"Stop," I called to my dad. He looked back at me in confusion, until he noticed whose room I was standing in front of and he nodded at me.

"Emmett," he called to my brother.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Take these down to the car and bring up a couple more boxes. We're bringing Jack's things as well."

Em looked at me sadly and nodded before heading back downstairs. My Dad walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

"I know the perfect place for everything, son. Don't worry about anything."

Once everything was loaded into Em's jeep and my Dad's car, I went back up to the apartment all alone to leave Victoria a letter of her own.

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Victoria,

By the time you read this, I'll be gone. I found the letter that you misplaced and now I know. After back checking through our credit card bills, I found all of the charges to the Hilton. After a few calls and well-greased hands, I found out that you're never alone and always with the same man. I hope you're happy now, since I obviously wasn't enough for you. I'll have papers drawn up for a divorce and your relinquishment of your rights as Jackson's mother. If you want this kept quiet, I suggest you consider not giving me a hard time on either of these issues.

Edward

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I looked around our bedroom and in one last fit of anger, I started picking things up and throwing them. A vase against the wall. Smash. The knick knacks littered across the dressers. Crash. The pillows and blankets torn from the bed. Rip. The mattress flipped over. Tear. By the time I was finished, the room was completely trashed, papers and clothes littered the floor. My anger was far from quenched, but I felt a small sense of accomplishment. I left my letter sitting on top of the ruined bed and I went back down to where my brother and father were waiting.

As we drove off and headed towards home, my heart began to harden and I felt the cracks filling in with anger and remorse and devastation. We needed to find Jack soon. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out before I broke beyond repair.

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The Letter by Hoobastank

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Meet me there at midnight, same place we always go

You're absolutely sure he doesn't know

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Those words jump off the letter that I found behind our bed

Haunting me they echo in my head, in my head

It's too late to try and work it out

There's no way to turn this thing around

It's all there in the letter that I've found

I've memorized it line for line

Too bad that letter isn't mine, no

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When can I then see you, I've been counting down the days

I promise you our secret will be safe

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No, I just can't continue reading through my tears

The beating of the letter is so clear, so clear

It's too late to try and work it out

There's no way to turn this thing around

It's all there in the letter that I've found

I've memorized it line for line

Too bad that letter isn't mine

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You wanted me to find it, never tried to hide it

Running never fades those words are here to stay

I hope you find this letter I'm writing you today

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These will be the last words that I say

It's too late to try and work it out

There's no way to turn this thing around

It's all here in this letter that you've found

It's too late to try and work it out

There's no way to turn this thing around

It's all here in this letter that you've found

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So memorize it line for line

I won't be there to say goodbye

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