3 years have passed since Edward left Bella. She never turned to Jacob for help. Now at 21 Izzy is an internationally known supermodel. What happens when the past comes knocking at her door? Can she forgive and forget? Or will she continue to be human? Please read! Rated- Teen for partying and mild language. IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE DO NOT SKIP!!!!
2. Apology Not, Accepted
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What is he doing here? "Well?" I tapped my heel as I waited for the answer.
"I came here to apologize." He solemnly said. Why does he want to apologize to me? Sure, I mean that jerk left me alone in the woods by my house and ruined my entire life for a while. Without him leaving, I would have never become a model though.
"Apology not accepted. Did a vampire dump you and you decided to give the human girl who wasn't good enough for another chance?" I sarcastically asked. He annoys me.
"No, I never was with anyone else. I lied that day three years ago and still love you. Would you take me back?" He asked no, begged. How pathetic. He is a waste of time.
"No. You broke me at first, for months I was unresponsive practically catatonic, and then I got over you. I have a great life now. Leaving was probably the best thing you ever did for me." I said with as much acid in my voice as I could. Edward deserves pain.
"What do you mean? You are a party girl Bella. You and I both know this isn't even remotely you." He said. I cannot believe he just said that!
"Bella is gone, you ruined her. I am Izzy. People know my name now. Who are you? A pathetic lonely vampire. I got everything, you have nothing." I fought back. I watched his face in shock. He never expected me to be like this.
"You are just saying that Isabella." He said obviously shocked at what I had told him. Good. If he didn't already realize it, he will realize now I've changed.
"Yeah maybe I am. At least I didn't string someone along with the fact I loved them, only to leave them. You made me like this!" I snarled at him. I unlocked the door and entered, planning to slam the door in his face but he followed me in.
"Don't blame this on me. If you are unhappy with your life then change something. You can come with me." He offered.
I am not unhappy with my life. "I am so freaking in love with my life its ridiculous! You are pathetic Edward Cullen! You know I used to hope and dream about the day you would come back. I used to think I would welcome you and everything would be all right. Now, I can't believe you thought you could waltz back into my life! I hate you!" I screeched at him. Who does he think he is? What gives him the right to come waltzing back into my life and attempt to take me back like nothing was wrong to begin with.
"Bella, please calm down." He asked carefully.
"My... name... is... Izzy." I said through clenched teeth.
"Fine, Izzy please calm down." He urged me to calm down.
"You don't get to come back and do this to me! I am not your toy!" I yelled. I dreamt of this moment thousands of times but after the year mark, I moved on and focused on my life.
"I know this. I love you please just listen to me. I love you." He pleaded with me in attempt to calm me down.
"NO! You need to listen to me for once in your existence!" I screamed and threw a vase at him. I started sobbing as soon as the vase hit the wall. This is not how this should be going at all. "When you left I broke down and couldn't function anymore. It took me over a year to get over it. Now you expect me to take you back as if nothing was wrong to begin with. I can't do that and I won't put myself through you leaving again. Now please leave and don't come back." I explained.
He made his way towards the door but not before he could have his final word, "I'm sorry about everything. If it's the last thing I do, I'll get you back." With that being said, he left my apartment hopefully never to return again.
I am definitely not drunk anymore. I will never take him back, I deserve better than he does. I may not know much but I know that I will not be put through that emotional game ever again in my life. For once in two years, I allowed myself to cry about Edward and everything he had ever put me through.