Isabella Swan spent another night crying.
She spent another night holding herself, being careful not to touch the dark purple blotches all over her skin.
She spent another night wondering what she did wrong.
She spent another night hoping that Edward would change.
She hoped he'd change for her.
For the child growing inside of her.
For a life full of happiness for the three of them.
Edward will never change.
She is just a human for him to show to all his friends.
She's his trophy.
An object for his amusement.
"What made things this way?"
She remembered a better Edward.
One that cared.
One that would've skipped a heartbeat when he heard she was pregnant.
One that would've panicked when she felt the first kick.
One that wouldn't "lend" her to his friends.
When did that Edward ever exist?
He never did.
He never will.
All she can do is run.
Run to a far away place that no one knows.
One that Edward will never know.
That place is where there is no pain.
No tears.
No lies.
No.
She has something to live for.
Something that will love her unconditionally for the rest of her life.
This child will become her reason for living.