Hey guys, I'm sorry I took so long. Life has been crazy, and I banned myself from fanfiction as it was causing me some issues, as I wasn't getting enough sleep…I was sort of addicted to it I guess.

Anywho, enough about me. This is the second chapter, based on the song, You Lie by The Band Perry.

Hope you like it! Please R&R!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters.

Bella POV

It ain't complicated

Well, I've grown to hate it

I looked out the window, watching the trees sway gently in the wind. The leaves were just turning orange, red and yellow at this time of year, creating a beautiful collage of colors.

I sighed, watching as a leaf floated to the ground. If only all landings were like that, calm and comforting.

But they're not. Most are harsh, painful, and heart-wrenching.

I never liked the taste of crow but baby I ate it

They tried to warn me

They said that you were ornery

I sighed as my mind slowly began to accept what I had seen, what I had been told all along by countless people.

My heart stuttered out painful beats as tears started to leak out of my closing eyelids. Soon I was full blown sobbing.

Why couldn't Edward love me? I thought we were fine, but at the bar the other night…

I saw him with her. The blond bombshell who was so beautiful, it would hurt to stand next to her and see the painful contrast of her beauty to my plain looks. She was curvy, with long straight blond hair, brown eyes that were warm and a full, pearly white smile.

And I knew I would never compare.

So don't bring those big brown eyes and tell me that you're sorry

Well you might as well throw gasoline on a fire

The way you lie

He was with her. Everyone had warned me about him. I had heard all the whispers. They all warned me.

But I wouldn't listen. I chose to believe every lie that sprouted from his lips. I was naïve, and I couldn't believe Edward, my Edward who had actually had the gall to propose, would lie and cheat on me. And then come back as if you were totally straight with me. Like nothing was wrong.

Why? Oh, why, I sobbed. What had gone wrong?

You lie like a priceless Persian rug on a rich man's floor

You lie like a coon dog basking in the sunshine on my porch

You lie like a penny in the parking lot of the grocery store

I had seen the texts on his phone. I hadn't meant to pry, but I had heard his phone ring with his text message sound, the soft shrill of a bell ringing in our room. I called to him, telling him there was a new message, but he was in the shower. He couldn't hear me.

So I looked at the screen. I saw her name. Rosalie.

I didn't recognize the number or name. Who was she?

As they say, curiosity killed the cat.

I opened the message.

I read what it said:

Hey babe, what are you doing tonite? Cuz I'm free if you are…We can get a little physical too if you got the time. Last night was amazing! ;)

It just comes way too natural to you

The way you lie

I couldn't breathe. What? Could everything be true….is it possible? No…

My vision was narrowing. No, no, no….

Not my fiancée!

I shook my head. I would follow up on this. I would make sure that it was all true before I started doubting him, before I yelled a bunch of false accusations.

Edward stepped out then, and I replaced his phone. I waited for him to come out.

And that he did. And went straight for his phone, which after reading the message, immediately proclaimed that the guys had texted him and he was going to have a guy's night. For the fourth time this week, though I hadn't mentioned that part.

I let him slide, saying have fun and all other pleasantries. Edward, in his good jeans and club shirt walked out. I knew, based on the attire, he was hitting a club, and it most likely wouldn't be with his guy friends. My heart broke a little then, even as it harbored an absurd hope that nothing was wrong, and we were still good.

That ain't my perfume

I bet she had a curfew

You told me you were out with the boys and baby I believed you

I followed him that night. I dressed nice, and went to the club, Glamor.

I eventually found him, as he shifted, walking by me without seeing me. I saw a little red then. I mean, who doesn't see their fiancée? Pathetic, irritating, self-absorbed dick heads, that's who.

But it still hurt. That and I smelled on him perfume, exotic stuff. And I NEVER wore perfume.

So why you lookin' so nervous

You know you're gonna deserve this

I oughta kill you right now and do the whole wide world a service

Well my daddy's gonna straighten you out like a piece of wire, like a piece of wire

The way you lie

I saw her, meet up with him, and both embraced passionately. I would've had to been blind to not see the love, passion, and lust coming from her. She obviously loved him with her entire being.

My heart shattered then. He had lied all along. Every word, every touch, every kiss…Hell, even his proposal was a lie.

I couldn't breathe again. I felt tears start to slide down my cheeks as he disappeared in the crowd, and I ran out as fast as I could.

Once in my truck, I did a pedal to the metal and went as fast as I could home.

I spent the night sobbing, then pretended to be asleep when he arrived home, trying to be as quiet as possible.

The next day, I confronted him. I yelled a little, and he got flustered, immediately apologizing profusely, saying he would never do it again. I gave him a second chance, because who doesn't deserve one?

I should've known. They meant it when they said "once a cheater, always a cheater."

You lie like the man with the slick black hair who sold me that Ford

You lie like a palm tree in the back yard after last month's storm

You lie like a penny in the parking lot at the grocery store

I lived out the next few weeks thinking we were great, stronger for our mishap.

But I was so wrong.

I saw her come by one day when he didn't think I was home. And I saw the beginning of their love scene, but then I ran, just ran until I was far enough away. And I broke down sobbing.

He lied, again and again. And I had let it come back to get me. Why?

I went to my friend Angela's then. She always listened, and I spilled my guts to her at her small cottage home. I told her about him cheating, how I thought we were better but really you were still lying.

She did her best, stopping my tears and effectively getting me into gear. Don't get me wrong, the pain was there, crashing in waves within me, but I had to do something. We both did chores, then I wondered where I was going to go. The apartment belonged to Edward, so I was going to have to fine a place.

It just comes way too natural to you

The way you lie

Angela and I spent the next hour looking for available spaces on the internet. Finally, we found a cute apartment with a good view of the park with a kitchen, bathroom, living space and bedroom. I scooped up the opportunity, placing my deposit. But then it reminded me why I was doing this, and I burst into tears.

When I arrived home and hour later, he was gone. With her I thought visciously, as pain ripped through my heart.

Well, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do

I'm gonna drive into the bid ol' muddy river

I'm gonna park my car in the middle of the mile-long bridge

I decided I had to get out of the house, as it held to much memories. I got in my car and drove around aimlessly for about thirty minutes until I remembered what I had on my finger.

The engagement ring.

Suddenly, it was disgusting, appalling. I wanted it off, gone and far away from me.

I drove out to the lake then, although it took me a few hours. It was beautiful, the sparkling blue, but I wasn't in the mood or the state of mind to notice.

I took one last look at the ring. It had a beautifully ornate design, but I had only liked it because Edward had wanted me to. Really, I would have preferred a simple ring, one diamond, that's it. I didn't even need the ring, really. I just wanted the man.

I gave it a disgusted frown, and flung it with all my might into the lake, as far as it would go. I saw a small splash out there and gave one satisfied smirk.

Then promptly began to cry.

And then I'm gonna cry well maybe just a little

Then I'm gonna slip off the ring that you put on my finger

Give it a big ol' fling and watch it sink

Down, down, down

There it's gonna lie

Until the Lord comes back around

I drove slowly back to the house. I didn't care what time I got there. All I was going to do was pack, then I would talk to him tomorrow. I would move into my new place tomorrow too. And we would be done.

Because you lie like a priceless Persian rug on a rich man's floor

I finally arrived home, and immediately got out my duffle and suitcase.

I worked methodically. I got the cloths first, then the books, then my laptop and electronics. I gathered my toiletries in my plastic travel bag, and stuffed into one of the bags.

All too soon, I was done, as I didn't have much.

At the same time, I realized Edward wasn't coming home that night, as it was already one in the morning. There was a message on the answering machine from him:

"Hey baby, won't be home tonight, late night at the office. Sorry, and I love you."

Late office night my ass. That hurt. All the lies were as piled as high as his files at work, as he was a doctor. It was almost as if he was addicted to his own game.

You lie like a coon dog basking in the sunshine on my porch

And that was how I ended up here. After a restless night with little sleep, I sat here on the windowsill waiting for him to come home.

You lie like a penny in the parking lot at the grocery store

My head turned as I heard the key turn in the lock. Slowly, I got up at the same time he opened the door and stepped inside.

He saw me and smiled. "Hey love. How are you?" His voice was as smooth as velvet, something you wanted to trust. Something I had trusted.

But not anymore.

"Been better." I replied. My tone sounded angry, sad and defeated all at the same time.

It just comes so dang natural to you

He frowned. "What's wrong?" He looked truly confused.

I sighed. "You know what's wrong."

He looked truly confused. "No…"

"Does the name Rosalie ring a bell?" I asked, angry now. If he continued to play this game…

He sighed heavily, as if I was being annoying. "Bella, we already went through this. I'm sorry I did that, and I wish I hadn't but-"

"But what Edward?" I said, my fists clenching. "There is no but. You lied to me again. I know you are still seeing her."

I saw a twinge of guilt pass through his features. "Now, Bella, listen-"

"No, Edward, you listen. I'm tired of being the victim of your sick game here." I said, pain twisting my voice.

The way you lie

"I saw you two, yesterday, here. You thought I wasn't home, but I most certainly was." I said as I could see shock and denial spread across his face, mixed with guilt.

Edward was shocked speechless.

"We're done." I stated evenly. "I'm packed and leaving. Just wanted to tell you." I walked toward the door, almost out when he spoke up.

"Where's the ring?" He asked demanding.

I stopped. Wordlessly, I turned.

He stood there with his plam outstretched.

OH MY GOSH. WHAT THE HELL?

"You're seriously not concerned I'm leaving? Only about the ring?"

Mutely, he nodded.

I was shocked. The goddamn jackass. What a dipshit.

Then it dawned on me. I was going to have been a trophy wife. He would keep me, but he would have been eternally cheating on me, with me as his stable pretense.

Oh my god.

I was dizzy.

"You are literally the most awful person I've ever met." I turned and walked towards my truck, disgusted.

"My ring."

The way you lie

I chuckled humorlessly. "Check the lake for it!" I called back.

Well it's what you do, it's who you are

Hopping in my truck, I decided it was late enough to hit a club. I drove out to the Neon, the hottest new club. I stepped in, admiring the throng of people, and joined the dancing crowd, losing myself in the beat and rhythm around me trying to forget.

Thirty minutes later, I still hadn't forgotten the pain entirely, and decided I wanted numb.

I walked over to the bar. "A tequila shot please. " I called to the bartender, catching his attention, as he gave me the long once over that always makes you uncomfortable.

Suddenly I felt a presence behind me as a deep, familiar male voice said, "Make that two."

I turned and looked at him startled. He had short, wavy brown hair with light brown eyes with flecks of green here and there. His body was huge, well-built and extremely sexy. His large biceps were hugged by his shirt, which fit him nicely, showing of his build. His gaze though was what entraced me though…It reminded me of someone, someone I used to know.

He smiled, not fully, but close. "Hiya there sweetie. What's your name?"

I stuck out my hand. "Hey yourself. It's Bella."

His jaw slackened, and he looked surprised. He just openly stared at me.

"What?" I asked confused. I was starting to feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.

He shook his head. "Nothing. Well," He said pausing. "Actually do you happen to be dating someone named Edward?"

I frowned. How did he know this? I could feel the hurt and sadness wash over me.

"Used to be. I found out he was cheating." I sighed, struggling to hold back tears as the bartender arrived with our drinks.

We both thanked him, and downed our drinks in one gulp each.

I shook my head. Screw Edward, "So what's yours?"

He looked startled, his eyes widening. "My what?"

Seriously? I chuckled.

"Name, silly."

He nodded, remembering. "Emmett."

My eyes widened. It couldn't be, surely not, what are the chances? Surely it isn't him…

"Emmett McCarty?"

He frowned. "Ya…How'd you know?"

I shook my head. Emmett McCarty…

He was the star football player in high school, the most popular guy, and we had been friends. Not like besties, but still friends starting freshman year.

That was until junior year. He became dedicated to football, and I was following my English passion. Soon, we never had time, and we sort of drifted apart. But for me…

I had fallen in love with him in junior high. Always admiring his strength, his kindness, genuine feeling and sense of humor. He was everything to me. If I admitted it, I still had been in love with him when I started dating Edward. But he made me forget Emmett.

I looked up at him. He still wore a confused face, and I wanted to kiss him suddenly.

Looks like I still got the hots for McCarty. I sighed mentally.

My life was a mess now. I was grieving and hurting over what Edward did, and am still harboring feelings for a high school love that never loved me.

Suddenly he spoke snapping me out of my trance for a minute.

"Wait a second…" He paused.

"Bells?"