I feel like a bit of a poser but the truth is I've read a ton of different Edward and Bella fan fiction - love tons of stories and thought it was time I finally posted something of my own!

I hope you like it and sorry for the dark and dreary beginning, I promise there is a light at the end of this tunnel : D

*Also a little warning for all of you who might be a little touchy on the subject of teen pregnancy/ abortion - though it is not a fixed subject in my story I do and will touch on it in certain chapters.


What was once just a brief distraction for him; a shameless pursuit just to carve out a notch on his bed post – turned my life upside down. I had always been needlessly shy about the way I looked, I knew so little about myself and was unbelievably uncomfortable in my own skin. So naturally when the most popular boy in my year - Edward Cullen, the much admired by all and hockey prodigy; decided to pick me there's no sugar coating it, that I was complete putty in his hands.

Looking back now we only had a few real moments together. A walk home from school, a movie where he told me afterwards he'd liked the way I laughed, a school dance where he stood up with no one else but me and then of course the 'life changing' moment.

I got the distinct impression that we were both inexperienced– and my then soft heart melted knowing we'd be each other's first. I mean, it was the sort of shit romance was made of, two teens in the back of a Dodge Ram – what could be more romantic?

And while later that night I stayed up reliving every one of our meaningless moments imaging then that they mattered I couldn't have prepared myself for Monday morning - the love sick fifteen year old I was already had something resembling a future planned out after all.

But at last, the sad end to my brief relationship with Edward Cullen was simple in the beginning, he just pretended I didn't exist and I simply let him.

Of course it wasn't until a full month later, sitting on the yellowy linoleum floor of my dad's bathroom I learnt life didn't intend to make it simple. I was officially that girl who got pregnant at fifteen and my choice was either keep it, live with the humiliation of everyone's judgement as well as becoming responsible for someone when I couldn't even look after myself.

or

The ugly choice of getting rid of the problem completely

Adoption was never a possibility for me. I couldn't stand the idea of not seeing the child knowing it existed. I get where I might sound selfish but I was fifteen and at the end of the day how many fifteen year olds do you know who aren't incredibly selfish? I had good grades, I had universities picked out and place's I dreamed of seeing and so I made the ugly choice.


Just a brief set up to get out of the way, more to come! xxxx