Summery: Alone, cold, pregnant, homeless and afraid. This describes Bella Swan's current predicament. After being kicked out by her abusive parents Bella Sawn flees to Seattle. Life takes an unexpected turn from there and soon she finds herself homeless in the middle of November. Enter Edward Cullen, Paediatrician. He finds her one cold snowy night. Where does life take them form there?
I don't own anything to do with Twilight. All props go to Stephanie Mayer!
This is a current work in progress. It's my second fanfic and I'm interested to see what people think of the first chapter. Let me know what you think and if I should continue with it! So make sure you comment if you want more!
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A/N Currently doing a bit of a edit, apologies if you thought it was a chapter update!
Chapter 1
I think I'm frozen, completely chilled to the bone, shivering beyond belief. The only thing I have to keep me company is a soggy old TV box propped up against a smelly, grimy dumpster. There's nothing to keep my mind off the wind that chills me through and through or the melted snow that's seeping through the base of the box and numbing my ass horribly. It's been a few weeks now and everyday is harder than the next. I'd never given much thought to homelessness in the past but now that I found myself in the situation I hated myself for my ignorance. I'm really not cut out for living this way.
"Got any money?" A gravelly, deep voice demands from above me. "Oi, I'm talking to you." He continues with a swift kick to the side of my box for good measure.
Part of me wants to make a sarcastic remark but I know that won't go down well with this stranger. So instead I just sit still, giving him no response what so ever and instead I curl up into a even smaller ball on the cold dirty alley floor and silently sob int my knees.
"You've got a pussy, I'll bet a nice one." The voice says, dripping with dark humour, taunting me. He tears the damp box in two like it's a tissue and the full force of the wind hits me. It feels like hundreds of knives cutting my exposed skin and then being doused in salt. I want to scream from the shock and pain but my throat is so parched no sounds form.
My attention is drawn back to the present by the gravelly voiced man as he wrestles me to the ground. No! I scream internally to the man who is currently trying to pull down my pants. I chastise myself, I need to say it outloud, kick my legs out, something.
"Stop!" I yell, finally finding my voice, in a tone that surprises me.
A dark laugh fills the small alley and I whimper when the cold November air hits my exposed backside.
"I believe the lady asked you to stop." A deep voice demands from the entrance of the alley. It's smooth and drips salvation.
"What's it to -" The gravelly voiced stranger starts but is then cut off with a hard sounding thump.
Peering over my tear stained sleeve I see two long legs in warm looking pants and sturdy shoes. Next to him is a pile of ratty clothes. I suddenly realise that the ratty old clothes actually belong to the gravelly voiced man, except now he's unconscious and laying slumped over.
"Thank you." I whisper, while trying to pull my pants up.
Bending down, the man who saved me helps pull my pants up the rest of the way. He then helps me sit up and wraps his warm, thick winter coat around my shoulders before I can protest.
"Can I take you somewhere?" He asks gently, supporting my weight in his arms.
I shake my head no. There's nowhere for me to go to anymore, although I might need to find a new box now.
"Surely your parents are worried about you."
Yes you would think so, I say to myself internally. I just shrug in response.
"Let me take you to the hospital then."
"No!" I say, finally finding my voice again. "I don't have any money, or insurance."
"Don't worry, I'll pull some strings." He offers, picking me up and carrying me back the way he came and then onto the street.
"What's you name?" I ask after being carried for a few minutes.
"Edward."
"Thank you, Edward."
"You're welcome. Let me take care of you…"
"Bella. My name is Bella."
And for some reason I know he won't hurt me. I know deep in my bones that I can trust him. I don't think I've ever felt this way about another person before. It's incredibly strange but I decide to enjoy it. I sink further into his strong, firm body, close my eyes and rest my head against his chest. I let the soft thump thump of his heart lull me to sleep and for the first time in a long time I sleep without nightmares or with one eye open. There's no Charlie or Renee or belts, or mean drunk, homeless men, just me and my saviour.
