I know there are other similar stories that have been wrote or currently in the process but most are not that good or have many grammar issues. With a little hard work, they could be great. A few have nothing wrong and I have really enjoyed reading them. Some are even been rushed. I will do my best not rush this story. I promise you I did put this through spelling and grammar check. Therefore, I hope I caught all my mistakes. If you find that I have missed one, please let me know so I can fix it. I have the first few chapters already done. This is all human. Depending how well this does I may do one similar with vampires. If you rather this were about the Cullen as vamps and not humans in the first place then message me.

I hope this story is to your satisfaction.

Chapter 1 revised 8/11/2011

Flashback

Edward sounded off last night on the phone and was absent from school today something was going on and I was going to find out one way or the other. With that fresh in my mind. I walked to my truck; shut the door taking a deep breath as I turned the key in the ignition. I can so this, I kept chanting to myself the entire ride over to the Cullen's. As I approached the house, I started to feel sick to my stomach. My hands were shaking and I almost chickened out. I looked down grasping the steering wheel tightly and took a few deep breaths to calm myself. Slowly I opened my eyes and exited my truck. I made my way to the front door and hesitated before I opened it. Maybe he wasn't home. I should have called first. Even if he wasn't home, I could just wait here for him to show up. This feeling left me terrified. I just knew deep down, gut feeling you could say that some thing bad was about to happen.

Flashback

He reached out, put one of his hands on my face, and looked into my eyes.

"Bella I am so sorry." His voice seethed with sincerity. "I should have told you this sooner. I have move with my family. I'm leaving in an hour or so."

It hit me all at once. I gasped, my heart ripping to shreds. "Leaving? What do you mean you're leaving?" I could hardly get the words out, my insides felt like ice. "How long have you known?

"A…few weeks."

"Explains a lot," I muttered.

"What do you mean explains a lot?" Edward air quoted "explains a lot".

"Well, you've been so reserved with me lately. So distracted, that even everyone else could tell some thing was up with you and now it all makes prefect sense. So tell me what does this mean for us?"

"There cannot be an us. I think it would be best to breakup. Go our separate ways. See other people. My parents miss living in the city. I kind of do to."

"What about me? What about all those promises we made to each other. Does any of that matter to you? I don't want to lose you. We can make this work. I love you."

"I'm sorry Bella but I see no other way. A part of me still loves you; too however in the end it doesn't matter because long distance relationships don't ever work out." He explained. "Bella, I am leaving. Without you. What you and I have is done. You have to except that "He warned prying my fingers form his tear stained shirt, without a thought to what I was doing, I grabbed onto it a second time, when my hands were free, he narrowed his eyes but made no comment.

"I'm sorry." He closed his eyes. "I tried to tell you, I really did, but I just… I couldn't. I chickened out every time I tried. And then more and more time passed, and I knew that you would be mad that I hadn't told you right away, so I pushed it off even more."

"So that's it? I have no say in this. You thought that you'd just let me figure it out on my own, is that it?" I could hear the angry undertone in my own voice. "When you didn't show up tomorrow and nobody answered when I called the house?"

"No, of course not." He opened his eyes again, but still avoided looking at me. "I'm telling you now."

"Oh, well, thanks a lot! That just makes it all better, doesn't it?"

"I'm sorry, Bella. I wish there was something I could do about this, but "I could feel his eyes on me, but it was my turn to avoid meeting his gaze, and I stared intently at the ground.

"So that's it? I have no say in this." I questioned, "Answer me!" I screamed and he slowly raised his eyes to meet mine, his chin raised defiantly. I knew in that one moment, I had lost.

""Bella I…" I shot my hand up and turned to look at him silencing him. I cried, tears streaming down my face. "I should probably go. They're waiting for me. I'm sorry. I really am nevertheless this is the way it has to be. I never will forget you. Goodbye love" And he was gone. Right along with my heart.

My life felt shattered, broken. I never felt this alone. I hated it. I hated this. I so angry with Edward, How could he do this? Did I ever matter to him? Maybe I was only a whisper passing in the wind. An after thought. I sank down slowly to the wet ground, hugging my knees to my chest. That is how Charlie found me almost five hours later.

"Bella?" He frowned as he saw me rocking, staring strait at nothing. I knew he was there but I was unable to respond. "Bella, we need to get you home. You'll freeze to death out here? Come on, up a daisy." With the help of my father I was lead to the police cruiser. "How did you know I was here?" I dryly asked, barely above a whisper.

"Edward called half an hour ago. Wanted to make sure you got home safe. Explained how they had left and weren't coming back. I'm sorry baby. I know you're hurting but it will get better in time."

I started crying then. The more I tried, I couldn't stop my tears.

End flashback

That day set into motion a future I would not have wished on my worst enemy. Life goes on, blah blah blah. It's a cliché, I know, but it's also true. I didn't necessarily move along at the same pace, though; sometimes it felt like time was just skipping ahead without bothering to check if I was on board or not, and all I could do was cling on for dear life if I didn't want to be left behind. It was astonishing how much could change in a blink of an eye. I was tired of fighting the images that remained embedded in my mind. Tired of trying to control the rage I felt when he left me.

As I lay on my bed staring at nothing and yet everything at the same time, I heard the beginnings of rain. Drop, drop, drop. I blinked in unison with the first few until it started to come down harder and I could no longer distinguish the difference in drops. It has been roughly two and half years since Edward left me behind his house standing in his front yard. I kept hearing Edward's voice in my head. The hurt and pain behind his words. All my doubts and fears, he pretty much proven them all true; Edward did not love me and never had. If he had, he never would have let distance get in the way. We would have found a way for it to work. Since then my life has not gotten any better. After Edward left, people I never knew came up to me asking how they could help but I did my best to ignore them all. When he left, I broke down and just cried and cried and cried. No one could get me to stop crying or just to do something. Because I would not. I either just cried or stared off into space. Slowly everyone forgot and moved on with their lives and problems. However, my dad, Charlie, said it was time I moved on. So of course, Charlie thought that it would be a great idea to set me up with one of his old high school classmates Randy Grant's son Josh. I knew there was not a chance I would fall in love with Josh but I still went out with him for my dads' sake. I tried my best to keep my memories of Edward locked tight in the back of my mind, but everyday some little thing would remind me of him. Therefore, I used Josh to try to forget. Josh was a good distraction at first and I soon learned to care for him as a good friend...nothing more. The whole time we dated, he was sweet and charming. Most would say he was even good looking. Standing at 6'3, dark sandy blond hair, hazel eyes, and medium build. With a Hollywood, type face. I have to agree he was rather good looking for the most part but he could never measure up to Edward. You have heard the saying "Never judge a book by its cover" I never realized how true that was until...

We eventually got married and that gave my dad the son he always wanted but soon my marriage became my hell. Josh did everything in his power to hurt me mentally, financially, physically, and sexually. My marriage had become my prison that did not have an escape. It's not as if I never tried.

Twice I tried to leave, hoping against odds I wouldn't be caught but luck was not on my side, some how each time he found out. First time I tried, he showed up home early. As soon as he saw my bags packed, He started demanding what I thought I was doing. I told him I was done and leaving. He slapped me hard across the face; it felt like whiplash. I saw blood dripping onto the floor and I knew I had to be bleeding from my face now. So I ran for the phone to call for help, with him not far behind. As I tried to dial, he pulled the phone cord out of the wall.

He kept saying, "Why are you making me do this to you." Not waiting for an answer, he grabbed my hair throwing me to the floor, grapping my throat and said, "You think you can just walk away from me. No you can't." I froze for a moment because I had a strange feeling rush over me and I cannot completely describe it but it was scary. I knew then if I didn't get away from him I would die at some point! I was terrified tremendously. I pushed him off and ran for the door. He got up and chased me. He once again grabbed my hair, pulled, and yanked it hurt so bad that I could barely stand the pain. I kicked and screamed as I forced up the stairs through the narrow hallway into the master bedroom. I grabbed the doorway in hopes of tiring him out because I was tired and already feeling week. I dug my nails into the wood frame around the door making my fingers bleed and nails breaking from the pressure I could no longer hold on. Once I was inside and he picked me up and threw me up against the wall calmly talking to me saying that we were soul mates. That I owed him and we would always be together. He said that women were to obey men's rules, especially his; I was to follow his every command. I was his, he owned my life and he would do as he please to me. I felt dizzy and out of it. I can't tell you what all happened next because I black out. This in a way was a blessing.

Some time later, I woke up on the cold hardwood floor of our bedroom to a silent house. The sunset was half way complete, bathing the room in gold's, pinks and oranges. It appeared that Josh had left to go gods knows where and I was thankful for that. With a splitting headache and achy sore body, I pushed myself carefully to my feet using the bedpost as a wave of dizziness washed over and leaving just as fast. A note was left on the nightstand telling me I better be showered and change into some pajamas before he was home and we would watch our favorite movie. As if the damage he had inflicted on my body had never happened. I rushed to the small bathroom, got into the shower, and cried so hard it hurt. I looked down at the water and it was red all red. That is all I could see and I cried even more. My face hurt so much, I think I may have a rib or two-cracked maybe broke, I could not bring myself to look at it. It would be another six months before I was brave enough to try to leave again.

The second time I tried to get help from my dad but he said YOU MADE YOUR BED NOW - lay in it! That hurt so much because I thought daddies were there to help when you needed them most. My mom Renee couldn't even help me she could barely take care of herself. If it were not for her husband Phil, who knows what would have happened to my mother after I moved in with dad. In addition, she thought I was lying. That if what I said was true then I must have provoked him and I should stop doing what ever it was I doing wrong. Parents should always want to keep their child safe and be there should you need them. So where were the parents I once had that did just that? Where did that change? Was this some kind of punishment for some thing I had done? Alice had to have foreseen this mess of my so-called life. Wouldn't she have seen this? Maybe she had and didn't care. Edward could have read Alice's mind but if never loved me then he probably did not care either. Who really knows? So many questions I had and they all went ignored and unanswered.

Josh would do anything to hurt me and he honestly did not care if he did. I never knew when the next slap and hard shove would come. Nothing I did was ever good enough. He always seemed to find a reason, an excuse that justifies his actions. I remember one day that I told him I hated him with every bone in my body. He hit me so hard I went flying at least 10 feet across the bed and onto the floor. The days went by and there were times Josh smacked me around because I did not vacuum first then dust. The house was not clean enough or a dirty fork in the sink. I never thought my life would get worse until I found out I was pregnant. Terrified what this would mean. It's not that I didn't want my baby; it's just that I didn't want this innocent little life to have to suffer through the same abuse. I was scared but knew I had to tell him. When I came out and told Josh he was going to be a father, he was angrier than ever. Yelling, cursing me with every word to name that it was my entire fault. That I should have knew better. That I just wanted to trap him when that made no sense at all when I would do just about any thing to leave and not look back. Even though I was pregnant, he did not care. He still beats me but he avoids my stomach. He said, "If you were a good girl I wouldn't have to discipline you so much." I hated hearing that. Be a good girl- that was so screwed up you know? The black eyes, busted lips, and bruised body were all I knew. It was the norm in our household. I hated life and everyone in it. I thought that this is how it was going to be for the rest of my life, stuck with a monster.

I am currently in my 7th month of pregnancy and my life has not gotten any easier. I have yet to be seen by an ob/gin and can only hope this baby is healthy. Josh won't let me buy anything for the baby because he says, "It's just wasting perfectly good money on a stupid little baby that I never wanted". There were times he claimed that there was no way it was his. Screaming in my face, I must have cheated. There were times I wish that were true. At least then, I could have claimed this little one I caring was conceived in love and not rape. Josh was no better than the dirt on the bottom of my shoe. He is one cold-hearted man, nothing like the man he faked to be before our marriage. I see these shirts and bumper stickers on cars that say "NO FEAR". I laugh to myself, and wonder; do these people really know what fear is? At the same time, I envy them for the ignorance. That used to be me.

I once again got the courage to asked Josh if it would be okay to buy a few things for the baby. Since the baby would be, here in a little over, two months and I had yet to have anything prepared but of course, it just ended up being a waste of time and few new bruises. When he finished hitting me, he demanded me to get up off my lazy butt and buy some more food for him. Claiming it was once again my fault, his favorite foods were gone. That if I would stop stealing and eating like a pig and leave his food alone I wouldn't be so fat. He thought he was so funny. Laughing so hard he almost fell off the couch. He knew just what to say to hurt me emotionally. Everyone knows that a pregnant woman doesn't want to be told their fat.

I needed to clear my head and decided to take a shower. I made my way slowly up the stairs and to the bathroom. As I entered the shower my emotions got the best of me, and I fell to the floor of the shower grabbing my knees, heaving great sobs. It was times like this, flashbacks of better times traveled through my muddle mind. "Edward…" I whispered softly as my right hand drifted across his chest. His lips met mine and as we kissed, my hand slowly drifted down to his abdomen tracing his muscular stomach. I heard him let out a low moan as my other hand reached up and caressed the back of his neck.

I sat there until the hot water ran out. Slowly I got to my feet and turned the water off. I dried myself off bit by bit unable to cry any longer and made my way out into the bedroom. I made my way out of my room and down the stairs.

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Who would have guessed on this rainy afternoon as I traveled the familiar route to the local supermarket, it was to be the best thing to happen to me in a long time. A miracle that so many times I had prayed for but never believed it would happen, was finally about to be answered. A past that I thought had left me far behind. Was about to find me.

'A seed planted with hope inside my heart and they all would be there to watch it grow.'

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