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The chapters from now on will be longer. And for those who wonder, this fic is a HEA…

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Chapter One

Edward

I stared; horrified as my wife lay still... her eyes closed and blood oozing from her head.

My cell phone rang, the tone so loud in the silent house that I jumped ten feet in the air. I pulled it out of my pocket and shakily pressed the answer button, putting the phone to my ear, but not speaking.

"Edward? You there?" came the always soothing voice of my older brother Carlisle and I felt my face scrunch up as tears started streaming down my face.

"C—Carlisle... h—help." I sobbed, getting to my knees beside Bella and holding her hand in mine.

"Edward... what happened? Where are you?" Carlisle's now worried voice said as I heard him move in the background.

"I—I'm at the—the house. It's—B—Be—Bella."

"What happened?" he said in his doctor voice, knowing that he used it to calm both me and himself.

"I—I think I k—killed her." I wailed.

"Shit. Stay where you are – I'm on my way." He said and then hung up.

After what felt like hours, but was only minutes, I heard the ambulance sirens followed by screeching tires. The front door was yanked open and I heard a horrified curse from my brother. He kneeled next to us and as the EMT's worked on her, checked Bella's pulse, something I hadn't even considered. One more thing I was a failure at.

"She has a pulse, her head's busted open, and she probably has a concussion. She needs to be checked in the hospital." He said, as they got her on a stretcher bed and walked out of the house. All the whole, I was frozen to my spot, staring at the pool of blood drying on the floor.

"Edward, what happened?" Carlisle asked.

"I did this. I—I pushed her. She—she wanted to leave me, bu—but I wouldn't have it. So, I pushed her." I said, feeling on auto pilot.

"Okay. You need to come with me to the hospital, I need to check you as well." He instructed, pulling me to my feet and getting us out of the house and into his car. He drove quickly to the hospital and in minutes we were there. They already had her in a room and Carlisle ran and started working on her.

All I did was slid down the wall, wrap my arms around my knees, and stare blankly straight ahead.

She was right. They were all right. I was not the man I used to be. I no loner was the Edward they knew, the Edward she loved.

All for a fucking fix.

All because of him.

All because of my weakness.

And now, May wife is in the hospital because of it... because of me. I may as well have lost her and the kids forever, but I'd be damned if I don't set myself straight and get away them back.

That is, if Bella doesn't press charges against me... frankly, I wouldn't begrudge her if she did.

She just had to be okay first, and I'd gladly spend my whole life in jail if it meant for her to be okay.

I stood up and started pacing the hallway, looking at Bella's room every few seconds, waiting for Carlisle to come out and tell me she was alright.

A while later, Carlisle walked out and I quickly ran to him, my stance frantic.

"How is she?" I asked, my eyes darting to the closed room. He sighed.

"She's stable. Her wound wasn't serious, nothing a few stitches couldn't fix. She has a concussion though, so she'll need to be woken up ever two hours. I advice for her to stay overnight and then she can go home." I least out a loud relieved sigh as I listened to his words.

She was going to be okay. She wasn't severely hurt and I felt as if a huge rock rolled over from my chest.

"Now you mind telling me what the fuck happened?" Carlisle inquired, his once concerned expression morphed into one of anger and judgment. I was about to answer him when his cell phone rang.

"Hold that thought." He said and then pulled out his phone and cursed before answering.

"Hey Esme... what's wrong? What? How did you know?" he closed his eyes, "she's fine. I promise you she's fine, my love. Visiting hours are over darling. I promise you can see her in the morning." He then looked at me, his blue eyes penetrating mine, "He's with Bella. Yes, okay. I'll see you in a bit sweetheart." He hung up and then let out a loud sigh.

"Is Esme okay?" I asked. He shook his head.

"She's worried about her sister. A neighbour of yours saw the ambulance and decided to call my wife and tell her that Bella was taken to the hospital, followed by you and I. I placate her and told her that Bella was doing fine and that you were by her side." He stared at me and something on my face caused his expression to soften – he reached over and squeezed my shoulder.

"What happened Edward?" I ran my fingers through my hair and tugged hard, welcoming the painful feeling that spread through my scalp.

"I did this Carlisle. I really fucked up this time – she wanted to take the kids and leave and I wouldn't let her. I grabbed and pushed her and she fell. I swear I didn't mean it Carlisle, I would never hurt her that way... but I've hurt her emotionally. I let myself become consumed with my addiction and my instability that I hurt the ones I love most." I looked at him and what came out of my mouth next put a smile on his face.

"Carlisle, I – I need help. I want to go to rehab."

"Finally." Was the only word he said before pulling me into his arms, holding me tightly and letting me sob on his shoulder.

Holy molly. Finally our boy is getting help.

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