Disclaimer: all the characters are owned by Stephanie Meyer, but the idea of this fanfic is mine…

Dreams Crushed

"Do you know how it feels like when what you have wanted your whole life is ripped right in front of your eyes? Everything that you have always dreamt of… I bet you don't. But I sure as hell do." --- Bella

BELLA'S POV

"No! Why cant you understand... I don't want to get married now! And how can you just fix everything without even asking me?!... Forget that do you know that you are ruining my life?! Did you even try to think whether i liked the person or not?..." A loud sob escaped my throat; i just couldn't believe that this was happening to me... Out of every one, was i the only person who had to endure this torture... How funny i am calling this particular situation torture...

I thought this was going to be the most amazing, exciting, spectacular thing that could happen to me and do you want me to keep going on, you get the picture.

But my dad just comes waltzing in my little fantasy world where i was planning my perfect romantic future, with some really soft music playing in the background while i twirled in slow circles and suddenly my dad decides to change the music to some disgusting rock music and ruin everything, every single fantasy, every single thing i ever wanted or maybe wanted is not strong enough word, actually, he ruined everything that i needed but moreover he destroyed, smashed and shattered all my dreams.

"Bella, dear, please try to understand... you know i would never do anything without considering your wellbeing first... What ever i am doing is for all our lives to be the same way as it used to be. I want all our lives to be on a straight happy path again. Bella, dear, please try to understand. Don't make it even harder for us." Charlie, my dad said this in a tortured voice.

Right he thinks i am making it hard for him he does not realize why this particular topic means a lot to me. I have never argued about anything with either of my parents. If they had decided something for me, i have just sucked up all my wishes to go along with what they want.

if they have already decided to destroy my life than i am going to do exactly what i always do, and that is, shut up and go along with their wishes, but the only difference now, is going to be that i will not take a little bit of pleasure in this and nor am i going to acknowledge it.

And the only reason i am doing this is because i love both my parents no matter what they are doing. And i hate myself because of that.

"Dad if you want me to marry who ever that asshole is than i will marry him. But keep this in your mind that i will never, i mean never ever, going to forgive you for what you are doing to me because this was the only thing that mattered to me a lot, but you thought that you have a damn right to decide about this also. And one more thing i will never be happy, the little bit of happiness that i had you ripped it apart from me just like you did with every thing else."

And with that i stormed up to my room with tears flowing freely, i didn't even try to control them like i always do and put on a brave face. But no, i wanted them to know how devasted i am.

I left both of my parents in the library. My dad sat in the big single, comfy couch in front of the fire, while my mom Renee shed some tears quietly, standing behind the chair.

My dad is a big, successful, international company owner. But my father has been struggling the past few months. He hardly slept; he had big, deep, dark circles under his eyes. He was a pure definition of exhaustion. It looked as if some one has just sucked all of his blood out of his system.

I have no idea about the crises that has stricken my dad's company, and the thing that pises me off even more is the fact that my parents don't think I am capable of knowing what is going on with my family.

They will only give me vague details, like we have been facing some problems.

They think i am a stupid four year old who can't understand what is going on around her. Just thinking it makes my temper flare, and a new round of tears start spilling from my ever full storage of tears. But this time they are angry tears.

I hate how fucking emotional i get sometimes, or maybe all the time.

They both would pretend as if nothing is going on and its just one of those normal up and down that a person has to face in business.

When it was a really big deal.

And the only reason i know this is because i know both my parents really well. Even if they try really hard, i detect it mostly very easily when they lie to me.

It's like i am their personal lie detector. But it only happens with them,

And if any other person lies to me i will really oblivious to it. Mostly. Ha, how cliché.

I have been noticing those bleary and blood shot eyes of both my parents. And once when i woke up to get a glass of water at midnight and when i heard sounds of someone sniffing from the library, i followed the sound. And what i saw just broke my heart.

My mom and dad both were sitting on the sofa and crying.

I have been trying to ignore all the other signs i was picking up, i just didnt want to pry any thing from them. I was giving them time and let them tell me what was bothering them rather than i go confront them.

But at that moment i broke all my resolves, and just went into the room, but i heard my mom ask my dad and my dad answer her, put a halt on my feet.

That was one conversation that i can never forget...

But I had that little hope that maybe; maybe, he might change his mind... And take that other option... But i knew my father better than to do that.

But what hurts even more is he picked the other option over me... And without consulting me at that...

But i should have just learnt my lesson long ago, 'to never hope', but like an ass I am, I didn't listen to that small voice that was screaming at me, saying that, whatever is happening and is going to happen is not good.

For a second I was kind of happy, until what i saw the next day.

Dread coursed through me, and that is when i really realized that my life is literally over...

And because of my father's shitty health my mom is also worry her ass off. And now she is also as tired and exhausted as he is.

And this is the reason I agreed to or rather let my dad and mom stomp on my dreams (maybe reluctantly).

I love my mom and dad no matter what they do. Because i would rather have my dreams crushed and sacrificed than watch my parents suffer from a heart attack or any other disease which can drag my parents away from me.

I have asked or rather my mom and dad to not tell me the name of the person who will be my 'lawfully' wedded husband but never my real acknowledged husband with the strings of love attached with him.

I locked the door of my room loudly, purposely, to let them know that I am angry.

My room was nothing out of the ordinary, though my parents are pretty much rich I still like to stay down to earth. That is just how I roll.

I plopped on my really comfy bed and thought about all the events that took place recently… I just can't believe how my life had transformed in just a few weeks.

I really wanted to share all my feelings with some one, some one who I can really trust, some one who I'll be sure of not spreading my words around.

And the only person that comes to my mind when I think about this is my mom. Renee.

But it seems like I can't trust her also.

I know that I am acting a bit stubborn even though I know all the damn reasons, but I just can't help myself.

My mobile beeping pulled me out of my thoughts when it started beeping.

I picked up my I-phone from the table beside my bed. It said I received a message from Angela.

I was glad for the distraction, because I seriously was going to combust if I thought any longer about the situation at hand.

I opened up her message and read it.

Angela: OOOOO BELLA!!! You won't believe wat jst happened! I had 2 go 2 work 2day n guess who happened 2 b dere along wid a few of us?? ERIC! N he was directly INFRONT of me!!! I reali had a hard tym workin but I still managed. N 2 top dat he kept glancing in my direction every few minutes. It was so 2tallyyy cuteee! N in da end ven I was packin my stuff he came up 2 me n exchanged pleasantries!! 4 a few minutes I was just frozen dan I snapped out of my daze n answered him back… he asked me If I wuld lyk 2 go out wid him n a bunch of his frndz!!! I said yes and now I m 2taly excited!!! B))

I was really happy for Angela for about a total a year of having a crush on him and continuously gushing about him, she totally needed to hook up with that guy.

And if not for than at least for my poor ears.

Not that I mind listening to her. But sometimes it really gets annoying when your friend just keep talking about one guy and keep telling what she wouldn't like to do to him if she gets a chance….

Just thinking about it made me want to puke…

I replied her as enthusiastically as I could. Ignoring my current state of mind. It's one thing when people know when you are lying but its another thing when the sense it out even from what you write.

Bella: OMG ANG!! dat is so kool… at last he came up n spoke to u. I already knew he likes u it was just a matter of tym. Lyk I said even guys r insecure about getting rejected…

With that I sent her the text message.

Within a few second I got a reply back from Angela.

Angela: I know but I am still not so sure…. But I really want to impress him would you help me go n buy sum new fuckin hot clothes… plzzzzz… I knw u hate shoppin n even I do, but plz help me, my life depends on dis…. Plz plz plz…

I swear sometimes she gets so dramatic just to convince and I am so hopeless that I even fall for her shit…

Bella: sure ang but ven r u goin wid him v ll make plans according to dat.

The minute I sent the message I got a reply back from her. Looks like she really is excited.

Angela: THANKOOO SOOO MUCH!! I knew I can depend on u. u r a true friend bella. N umm v r goin dis weekend dat ll b lyk dis saturdy. So v can go for shopin on Friday.

I really wanted to distract myself and I will even except a trip to the mall to distract my mind.

Bella: sure ang. Dat ll b gr8.

I shut off my I-phone and looked around my room. I was really surprised to see the dark sky through the window.

I lay down on my bed and pulled the comforter over my head, wishing that sleep could make me its prisoner.

But I was having no good luck.

Instead my mind wanders back to the whole situation that I have found myself in.

I wonder who my groom will be and I have a strong suspicion that my groom is going to be the asshole James. Please god I beg you don't let him be the groom.

Please.... But like usual I know my hope is going to be crushed again. But I still can't help myself from hoping. Can I? …

Author's note: Hey fanfickers! This is my first and very original fanfic, I am saying this as I have never come across any story as such… please be patient and polite because like I said this is my very first fanfic… and please don't forget to review… 8* (smooches)