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*^*Chapter 1*^*

Bella

"I'll see you later babe" Edward whispered with his lips pressed softly against mine. "I love you". "I love you too" I replied with a smile on my face. That was the last time that I ever saw him again. That night changed my life in more ways than one. That was the night that Edward and the rest of the Cullens packed up and left town without saying a word to anybody, but even more disturbingly, that was the night of my darkest nightmares, the night that I was raped my Mike Newton.

"Come on, You know you want it" He sneered. "What has Cullen got that I havent" Did he really want me to answer that. Edward was worth a million of him, he was also the love of my life. I was so shocked when I felt Mike's hands snake underneath my shirt and his lips attatch themselves to mine that it took a moment for my survival instincts to kick in. I tried to push him of me but he was to strong for that. He grabbed hold of my hair and slammed my head into the brick wall behind me, before pushing me down to the ground. I felt dizzy, sick and disorientated. My legs felt shaky and the sick feeling intensified as I smelt and tasted the beer on Mike's tongue. I cried and begged for him to stop but he simply shoved my skirt up around my waist and tugged my underwear to the side before freeing himself from his pants and shoving himself inside me roughly. He was pounding into me relentlessly while I sobbed. I felt a sting in the side of my face as he tugged my head to the side so he could bite and suck on my neck. He grunted and groaned as he came inside me before he placed one last kiss on my exposed cheek. He climbed of me and fastened his pants before grinning evilly at me.

"Tell me Cullen has ever made you feel like that" He said, then he laughed, picking up his beer of the ground and headed back into Jessica's party.

7 Years later.

I shot up out of bed, sweat making my hair stick to my head. I hadnt had that nightmare for a while now. I thought I was putting it behind me. My life had been going as well as it was ever going to, up until the last month anyway.

My daughter had been involved in an horrific hit and run, and had been left for dead in the road. I had been at work at the hospital when she was rushed through the accident and emergency department. My dad chasing after her as the doctors wheeled her away. I wasnt allowed in the room. Staff kept me well posted. She had been hit head on and had been thrown fifteen feet in the air by the force of the speeding car. Witnesses on the scene said she didnt stand a chance of getting out of the way as the maniac tore down the street. Jacob had witnessed everything, she had crossed the street to buy an icecream from the icecream van, she was with my dad but she skipped out of his reach and he was unable to reach out to her in time. Over the last month, while she has been improving, the injuries to her liver was to servere and it was starting to fail, giving her a slight yellowish complexion.

Doctors advised me that she would need a liver transplant if she had any hopes of making a full recovery. I was tested but I wasnt a compatable match for her, neither was my father. I hadnt seen my sister Tanya since she left to move to New York six years ago. I didnt have her number and we didnt keep in contact since we never actually got along. I knew that I was left with one more option, I had to track down her father somehow.

When I discovered that I was carrying her, I had been so traumatised over the rape that I was practically a zombie, I didnt eat or sleep, so by the time that I found out that I was pregnant it was to late to do anything about it. I was terrified that I was carrying a monsters child, and I was scared that I would hate the child for what happened, but there was no doubt in my mind who the father of my daughter was as I cradled her in my arms. Her bright emerald eyes stared up at me in wonder and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Edward was her father, if it wasnt for the eyes, the tuft of bronze hair would of given it away. I had cried and thanked god for giving me a piece of Edward insted of Mike. I fell in love with my daughter right then and there, everybody did, she was so easy to love. Jasmine became my whole reason for living, she brought life back to me when I had given up. I would do anything for her and right now that meant putting on a brave face and tracking down her waste of space of a father- Edward Cullen.

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