Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Prologue:

She gripped her hands in his shirt and frantically searched his eyes for the truth. Anything she could find that showed he was lying. A sick twisted lie. But there was only one expression in his eyes that made her heart stop cold. The one emotion that she dreaded: Pity.

She was no longer apart of his picture - and he felt sorry for her. They wasted two FUCKING years of a relationship built on love, trust and honesty. And now, all that they had worked for was being ripped apart by the spawn of Satan, who had dug a stake into his heart with her dainty little CLAWS - Tanya "the-whore-bag" Denali.

No. Isabella Swan would not be thrown off his ship. She would willingly walk off the plank – and plunge in the clawing waves that would rip her apart.

Releasing his shirt, she smiled without humor and turned on her heels before he could say anything more. She would not be able to hear anything more that he had to say.

"Bella, I –" his voice cracked. It was the first time she heard the charming, suave Edward Cullen falter.

And without turning her back, she did something that surprised even her. She flipped him off.

Then she smiled, and for the first time in weeks, it was genuine.