Chapter 1- My Italian God

He left. I can't believe after I gave him my everything he just left me. Normally I would break down and cry, but I'm too pissed. I fucking went through hell and back when James bit me, and why? Because of him and his dumb ass family. I fucking hate vampires now.

When I got home I went straight to bed telling Charlie that I was getting up early in the morning and going to Port Angeles for some shopping and a well deserved pampering. As I got closer to the top of the stairs I tripped over a board (not that I'm surprised) and it came off. When I looked down into it I found all of the pictures of me and Edward and his family. So Gayward tried to take away everything that had to do with him and his family. Typical Edward but what else should I expect. When I got all of the pictures and gifts into my room I made a small fire in my mini fireplace and threw all of the pictures in there and took everything else and flung it out of my window before I went to change and get ready for bed. Before I turned out the lights and got in bed I put the fire out and thought, Edward you better watch your back 'cause if I ever see you again imma fuck you over. Then drifted off to sleep with dreams of watching Fuckward burning.