Summary: Soon after Edward left in New Moon, so did Bella. But what if Edward had broken off the boundary and slept with Bella on the night of her birthday? Now 6 years later, while trying to escape from a bitter life, she goes home to Forks. There are certain things better left alone… or so she thought.
A/N: Just trying something out ^^. This chapter is based on The Pussycat Dolls' No Happily Ever After.
Chapter 1: No Happily Never After
BPOV
I never thought I could move on from Edward Cullen. The vampire who stole my heart, he who left me feeling cold and unwanted, upset and vulnerable, he who gave me nightmares, waking up screaming with beads of cold sweat all over my body. It was him who drove me here to escape from the bitter and dark reality. Him.
But without having time to think too long about him, I heard the sound of a car key and a thud, which meant one thing; Jeremy was home early, and drunk.
"Carlie! Carlie, come here sweetie" I called to my daughter who was watching TV in the living room
"Yes mommy?"
"Sweetie, go to your room, lock the door and put on that special ear protector, okay?"
"But mommy, it's only 9 o'clock and there's no school tomorrow" She whined
"Carlie, please just do it, okay?" Then I heard the sound of keys jingling in the front door "Go Carlie, now!" I said to her again
"Open the door woman!" I heard him yell through the door
I looked up the stairs to make sure Carlie's room was safely locked before I move to open the door, preparing myself for the worst.
"What the hell took you so long?!" He yelled as I opened the door for him
"I'm sorry, it was stupid of me not to answer the door immediately" I said to him scared
"Where's dinner?" He asked me when he saw the empty dinner table
"It's in the oven" I said as I moved to the kitchen to get it
"I asked you to get dinner ready, not to get it from the oven when I get home!" He yelled as he pulled my hair and banged my head to the kitchen cabinet. I could feel a cut and blood oozing from the wound. That was the last thing I felt before I drifted into unconsciousness.
It was sunny, it was a familiar setting. I realized it was the day that I took Carlie home from the hospital; carrying baby stuff from the hospital, holding the baby and trying to hail a cab at the same time. Then Jeremy showed up 'excuse me ma'am, do you need a cab? Please, take mine" he had said. I didn't know he was in the army then, but only after 5 months of dating, he asked me to marry him because he was soon to be posted in Iraq.
My visions of Edward gradually disappeared, but one day, he came and said 'leave, I don't trust him' and I had listened. But I went back and said to myself to listen to someone that doesn't exist is stupid.
Jeremy was gone for 2 years. When he came back, we got married. It was a small ceremony with only family. A year later, he got posted again. He came back 6 months ago, broke one leg, and was shot in the chest. The doctor said it was a miracle.
But then the nightmares started, therapy didn't help. Then he turned to pain killers and alcohol. He wasn't violent until about 3 months ago. I tried to leave once, but he begged me not to go and again I had listened; stupid mistake.
I woke up to a splitting headache and the sun through the kitchen window. It was already 9, thankfully Carlie wasn't up yet. I looked around and saw the kitchen in a mess; broken plates, the table upside down and the curtains were pulled down. It looked like a hurricane had swiped the kitchen.
I quickly went into the bathroom and got to work. Showering was painful but I managed to go through that. I looked at my self in the mirror, it had gotten worse. I quickly went to work starting with my face. The cut on my forehead was easily identifiable, but the bruise on my cheeks could be covered. Then I moved to my body, I spotted a big bruise on my right rib but thank god none on my hands.
When I got out, I saw Jeremy on the bed and he quickly came to me.
"I'm so sorry! I don't know what I was thinking" He said as he broke down to tears. It was like this every time he hit me
"It's okay darling. I know it wasn't you. Let's get some breakfast" I said as I held his hand and went downstairs to prepare breakfast
But it went on like that for the rest of the week, each couple of days getting worse. When Carlie finally asked me why I was always hurt, I decided that was when we would leave.
The next night, when Jeremy was at the bar doing his ritual drinking, I got the sleeping Carlie into the car along with my bags and hers. We would start a new life; far away from Jeremy. Without looking back, I stuffed the divorce papers in the mail, and drove off. I didn't cry, and after a while I realized something; I was smiling.
A/N: What do you think?? I decided to delete family scandal because I lost my imagination on that one… and 3 years later should be updated in a couple of days, tune in! Anyway, review!