One big mistake

Sorry for the spelling errors.. I am usually writing in the dark with alot of distractions...plus I get typing so fast I miss keys. Thanks to everyone for the reviews. I will work on the spelling errors....oops.

Back to the story....

Edwards POV.


She reeked. She had so much rum in her system that I could smell it from the moment I opened the truck door. It poured from her body now like vile. She also smelled like him. It wasnt helpful.

My mind was teeming with nasty images as she told me what had happened last night. Why she didnt come home, and what she had done with him.

I have never seen her like this. She could hardly stand. She could hardly breathe. It was painful to watch. Painful to listen. Painful to stand here.

I dropped to my knees, and let out a cry of anguish.

I knew his plan, I had heard him thinking of ways to show her "all that I couldnt give her...without killing her." those were his thoughts. How many times when I dropped her off with him, he had thought about it. Everytime I left her with him, I knew I was throwing her to the wolves...no pun intended...this was not funny.

I couldnt tell her the reasons. The truth was I was jealous. I didnt trust him, but I did trust her...did...

She began to wail again terrified by my silence, bringing my thoughts back to her, was she so terrible? Was this thing unforgivable? A life time of waiting, empty, alone, and months of suffering without her. Time that I suffered for what I thought was the best. I made the wrong choice. I torchured her by my absence. She had forgiven me.

Now she was in so much pain. Pain from a choice she had made, not even begging for forgivness. She felt like she didnt deserve me. In truth, I had never been good enough for her.

He had done this. He had planed for it, waited for the first sign of weakness. Waited for the moment that I again provided, pushing her again, into HIS arms.

Could I blame her? Hate her? Never forgive her? No. No, I could not. I would not forgive him.

A wave of hatread hit me and I grabbed her hands to look at her. She fainted.

I couldnt believe the fear in her eyes. Her fear was more painful than everything she had said to me. I promise God or whoever is listening. I will never make her look at me like that again.

I dont know what I was thinking when I asked her to stand up. I wanted to hold her in my arms. Just feel her softness. I was so angry with HIM and myself. I wanted sanity. I wanted her.

In that moment I trusted myself. Angry as I was, I was no danger to her. I would never give her reason to fear me, I would never hurt her.

I made love to her. Long and hot, not as gently as I had always planed on. I know I left bruises. I would apologize for them. She would forgive me. She was my life, my heart, my soul. I would never loose her. Not over a mistake. Mine or hers.

She was my light.

I looked down at my beautiful Bella, still cautious, wide eyed, tring to figure out what had just happened. Our bodies entangled, our fingers entwined. There was only one thing left to do, and HE was pulling into the driveway right now. His thought surprised me.


"Jacob Black is pulling in the driveway right now."