Welcome Readers! This story will have short chapters with frequent updates (probably daily). I'm really trying to work on writing every day, so this is my way of challenging myself. A couple of things to know before going forward:

This story is MATURE. There will be sexual situations, language and other adult material. Also this story is a little taboo, it involves a step-sibling relationship. So if that's not your thing, then back out now.

Summary: They say if you love something you should set it free. But freedom comes at a cost. Bella reminisces about her complicated relationship with her stepbrother on the eve of his wedding. Pairings E/B, E/T, B/J, R/Em. M rating: sexual situations, language and adult themes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

"I'll use you as a warning sign

That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind"

- I Found by Amber Run

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Present Day: Four Seasons Hotel

"I can't believe he's getting married."

My throat tightens at Rosalie's whisper. Yeah, me too. It shouldn't surprise me, it's what people do- meet someone, fall in love, get married. But it does, and it hurts. I tap my fingers against my leg. It's so crowded here and loud. I don't want to be here. I want to go home and pretend this entire weekend isn't happening.

Edward throws his head back and laughs, revealing his white teeth. My god he's so beautiful it hurts to look at him. The pretty strawberry blond smiles beside him. She grabs his hand and he raises their entwined fingers and kisses her knuckles. I want to vomit.

"Tanya is good for him," Rosalie says before flipping her long blond hair over her shoulder. "I haven't seen him this happy in a long time."

And the knife twists. She's right, as much as I hate to admit it. Tanya is polished, a real type A personality, a diligent planner and she fits right in with the family. She's talking to my father and he's smiling at her in a way that he's never once smiled at me like. He prefers her. This entire situation is so fucked up.

I knock my glass back, the wine burning down my throat some. Edward turns and sees me. His eyes go a little wide. He's probably shocked I'm even here. I need a cigarette before I start hyperventilating.

"I'll be right back. I need some air," I say to my stepsister.

"Alright," Rosalie says. "I need to go find my child, there's no telling what she's getting up to," she murmurs under her breath.

I leave the room and head to the lobby. I finally had stopped the habit, but this entire situation I knew I would need this or I might have a complete breakdown. Lord knows how embarrassing that would be.

As I reach the front doors, I step outside to the side and pull out my Marlboro Reds and light up. The relief is instantaneous. My body slowly starts to relax. My mind on the other hand is still reeling. I hate this. This wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to have moved on, or in my perfect fantasy world be Tanya.

But this is reality. And reality sucks.

I did the right thing. This is the way it's supposed to be. But it doesn't feel right. It feels wrong and just sad.

"I thought you quit."

His voice is warm and chills go down my arm. It's crazy how he can still affect me after all this time.

Well that was before I found out you were getting fucking married.

I shrug my shoulders. "Family functions stresses me out."

He laughs. It's not the light hearted kind. It's full of resentment and bitterness.

"You mean me getting married stresses you out." He deadpans.

My fingers curl at my sides. Damn right it does.

"She's seems nice," I say instead.

He relaxes beside me and smiles. I hate it. I hate that he smiles like this when she's mentioned.

"Yeah, she's pretty great," he says.

I swallow. She's so different than me. She's the definition of an Instagram wifey. I'm sure she has a blog about veganism and 'Seeking HIS kingdom' bio bullshit.

"Are you happy," I say refusing to look at him.

His head turns and I see his eyes narrow. Shit. That's inappropriate. And as if he would tell me if he wasn't.

"Sorry, I shouldn't ask that," I mumble before taking another puff.

He steps in front of me.

"You're right," he says, his voice tinged with anger. He runs a hand through his hair. "I don't get you Bella, isn't this what you wanted?"

What I wanted? He's looking at me with confusion and sincerity in his eyes. A laugh, a hysterical laugh bubbles its way up my throat and out my lips. Years of fumbling hands, whispered words of love, and secret meetings and what came from it? It was stupid to start. I knew it. But I couldn't stop. And now he's marrying a girl who is the complete opposite of me. God forbid he has any reminders of what we used to be.

"No," I state flatly and drop my cigarette and step on it. "What I wanted doesn't matter, it never did. I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow." I finish and head back inside.

My eyes burn as I make my way to the elevator. Just get to the room. Then you can fall apart. As soon as I close my hotel room door, my knees buckle and I completely fall to pieces.

Oh Bella, all the cigarettes in the world can't make that feeling go away. Being heartbroken sucks. What do you guys think so far? Interested? I'd love to hear your feedback!