AN: Okay so hi, I'm Lucy, and this is my first story on this website. To be honest it's my first story since having to write my A-level course work in college. I know it's not perfect and it is definitely not going to be the best story you have ever read but I thought I would give writing a go and here is what I came up with.

I would love a beta reader so if you are interested then please let me know. Reviews and messages will give me the courage and the push I need to finish this story, because I seem to get caught up in real life a lot. I am a student and all though I've not got classes now until October but now I do work (a lot). There is also a lot of alcohol so hangovers are yet another reason I'll chose not to write. (God I love being a British Student) So yeah evidently I'm a sucker for finding distractions, please leave me comments. It's nice to know others are interested in what I'm doing.

Finally I don't own and never will own the Twilight Saga...as for this story well that's mine.

Lucy

Chapter one!

Today I was thankful; there was no rain, not one cloud in the sky, just the sun, sitting alone shining down. I was currently hidden away waiting for my father to collect me from my childhood bedroom so he could walk me, his only child down the aisle. I had been waiting at least an half an hour in a state of serenity before the silence surrounding the house rapidly began to disappear. A mixture of male and female voices grew louder around the small, modest house I had been brought up in. My Grandfather had built it during the summer he had announced his engagement to my Grandmother. The entire population of Forks had gathered in my father's back yard to witness the dearest chiefs daughter get married. It was the biggest news the town had received since the local church had finally raised enough money to build the extension they had dreamed of for at least three years.

Jacob and I had been best friends since I could remember, our parents were always close and when Jake and I arrived home one evening after senior prom announcing we were an item, they were not surprised. My mother squealed and jumped with excitement while both my father and Billy congratulated the two of us with a small pat on the back or a hand shake. It was on our fifth anniversary when he proposed. It was nothing exciting, he knew I was never into fuss, a dinner for two at a top restaurant where I could publically embarrassed was never my scene so when we were driving home from Port Angeles one evening after Christmas shopping blurting it out, it was perfect.

So there I was seven months after the proposal, feeling for the first time in my entire life like an actual princess, waiting for news that my Prince Charming had arrived and was stood awaiting for my arrival at the bottom of the alter ready to give me his name.

After spying of the eager guests who were happily catching up on the newest gossip of the town for several minutes, I walked over to the full length mirror my mother had placed into the corner of the bedroom and eyed myself suspiciously for the second time since she had left me alone to greet her friends. For the first time in my recollection I looked like a woman. Sophisticated, graceful, elegant, words flowed through my mind as I stared at the reflection before me. My hair was pinned up sophisticatedly and my the little make-up I did have one made me look like a princess, nothing compared to the plain Bella that Jake was used to seeing on a regular day to day basis. I was a wearing a modern mermaid wedding dress with a deep v-neckline. The straps were made up of lace and a small beaded band had been added below the breast giving it a classic look. Who knew a small town girl, known for playing out in the mud or hiking through the local woods could clean up this good? A slight smile spread across my lips. Today I'd make Jake proud to call me his. At that moment to door opened. Charlie stood there uneasily his hands clasped behind his back. He'd never looked so nervous. Well unless you bring up the time he had tried to have 'the talk' with both me and Jake when we started dating. The awkwardness of that situation will never be forgotten. Turning to face him I let out a shaky breath that I didn't realise I was holding. My eyes meeting his he nodded his head indicating it was time. Charlie was a man of few words; he was never good at the whole father daughter conversations, though he had tried through the years. Taking in how smart he looked in the new suit my mother had made him buy for the occasion I smiled, it was only a week since he had been listing off all the reason his 'trusty' old suit located in the back of his closet was suitable to wear for todays event. It was only hours before he realised he was fighting a losing battle and drove through to Port Angeles with Jake to get fitted for a perfect tux. I sighed and walked over to him the smile vastly dropping from my face as a small nervous feeling took over my entire body.

"You look beautiful Bells," he stuttered as we exited the bedroom and descended the stairs.

"I'm so proud of you." A small tear escaped the corner of his eye. Pulling him to a halt and reached up to wipe away the tear, kissing his cheek straight after.

"I love you daddy." I whispered in reply before we carried on through the house toward the back door.

I could hear the small orchestra playing out in the garden; my mother had definitely gone all out for this wedding. She had pretty much taken control of the whole ceremony the second it was announced, discussing dresses, flowers, music, even food. I got very little say in the whole thing, except from choosing the location but in all honesty I fine with that. I was never really into this sort of stuff so having my mother taking control seemed like the best thing to do. The seconds ticked away as we made our way through the house, we arrived at the back door just as the music changed. Clair De Lune began to play as my father gave me a small final tug out of the house. I was never one for attention seeking so as we began to walk down the grassy aisle that nervous feeling I was experiencing before heighted as the guests rose to their feet and stared piercingly at me. I was sure my dad was trying with all his might to calm my nerves by whispering a story of myself when I was younger. Clearly the nervous feeling stuck and I realised there was no evidence of them leaving my body any time soon. My father's attempt at keeping me at ease was failing, as the words he was mumbling were going in one ear, then straight out the other.

After taking several steps towards the handmade alter I looked up to see a smiling Jacob as he waited at the front his shoulders pulled back and his hands locked by his sides. He looked perfect just like he always did his muscular posture standing tall. He looked good, more than good, dressed smart, it was a rare sight that I loved to see even though I somewhere deep inside I was hoping to see him wearing a pair of Levi jeans with a chequered shirt and builder boots like he did most days. After studying his posture more I soon noticed he looked little uncomfortable but I shrugged it off expecting that was all due to the nerves he would too be feeling. Walking closer and closer towards him I could hear to gasps of the guests as they all stared towards me and my father. His eyes never left mine as he stood there clenching and unclenching his fists that were still locked by his side. He smiled over at me before his best man Sam; a close friend of his from when he stated school started mumbling in his ear wiping the smile from his face faster than lightening.

Before I knew it, we had reached the small gathering at the front and my father was placing my hand in Jake's. The guest sat on the benches that had been placed all around the yard and the vicar had begun the ceremony. He said a few prayers all of which we had bowed out head and pretended to listen as we always did through the services we were dragged too as children. A speech about the meaning of marriage soon followed and he was even successful at getting all the guests to sing a number of well know hymns. While singing the very last one before the vows were to be spoken, the blush Jacob had across his face suddenly drained away, his tanned skin become lifeless like. The first thing I remember is him whispering "I'm sorry" in my ear. I looked up, straight into his brown once glimmering eyes before he dropped my hand; and swiftly hurried down the aisle, back towards the house.

It was as if my life had turned into slow motion, my mother voice began to echo throughout the entire garden as she started shouting at Billy. He was sat in his wheelchair with a confused look upon his face while my mom demanded to know what Jacob was playing at. Meanwhile my father was hopelessly trying to get her to calm down, as Jacob's sisters were walking in my direction trying to get my attention while whispering to each other presumably about what Jacob was up to, trying to figure out what was happening for themselves as the volume of the gossiping guests increased. Turning to face Sam I gave him a questioning look as a sympathetic glare appeared upon his face. Before I knew what was happening my legs were carrying me in the same direction Jacob had ran moments ago, through the house to the front yard. My heart was beating faster with every step I made; it could have been due to fact I was running whilst wearing a heavy dress in heels but I was more convinced it was to do with the fact that I was now considering my future was ruined and my heart was evidently going to be broken in a matter of minutes. I made my way through the house each step creating an echo as the heels made contact with the wooden floor. As I pulled open the door I eyes focused on a tall figure in leaning against the rabbit; our rabbit, with his head in his heads.

It was nerves; it had to be because nothing else could result in this reaction. As I walked over to him my head started going though all the ways we could resolve this situation before anyone else got involved and the guest's gossip could spread anymore. If we waited half an hour, had a drink to steady the nerves everything would be fine and before the clock even reaches half past 4 we could be husband and wife, heading to Europe for our honeymoon. My brain started working like a machine, more resolutions passing through my head every second. I could just calm him down and order him to stop being such a pussy and marry me already before the guests start to leave, or maybe the problem was the guests...my thoughts went on. As the seconds passed I soon found myself stood in front of Jacob the silence between us deafening.

"I can't do it Bells." He whispered breaking the silence whilst lifting his head up to face me. "I shouldn't have let it drag on for so long" As he dropped his arms by his sides I raised my eyebrow the confusion clear on my face. I took a breath.

"What are you talking about, of course you can it's just a group of people. We can get rid of them if you want, have a private ceremony I'm sure they will all understand. It can be just us and the family, we can even tell Sam to lea..."

"I'm not nervous Bells." Jake interrupted with a loud sigh,

"The number of guest's here doesn't bother me, I just, I can't do it."

Confusion took over all other emotions which I was feeling. There was no more nervousness, no more hope I just stood there staring straight at Jacob as he stared right back. "I met someone. A while ago now, before I proposed, I was going to tell you that night but I lost my nerve and asked you to marry me instead." Silence took over for several seconds before he continued.

"I slept with her."

It was then I felt warm wet tears begin to roll down my cheeks, shaking my head in disbelief as it did so.

"You're lying!"

"I'm so sorry Bella" He stuttered his voice still only a whisper. He placed a hand on my cheek wiping away the tears with his thumb.

"It's not you okay, it's me. I never meant to hurt you and drag things out so long. I broke things off with her as soon as we announced the engagement but after bumping into her the other week I...I can't marry you." After registering what was going on my hand had soon knocked his out of the way. A loud sob escaped my chest; before I knew what I was doing my hand had reached upwards and forcefully made contact with his cheek. I'd never been a violent person and had never expected that much strength to come from me. Shocked with the fresh hand print now glowing on the side of his face, I shook my head before backing away several steps.

"Why are you doing this?" I sobbed "you need to stop, right now, please. Look there are people waiting, just tell me you're making it all up and we can forget this ever happened. Let's just go get married. "Jacobs head shook side to side, "I'm sorry Bells." With a sigh he turned around and climbed into the rabbit driving away in the direction of La Push. He was obviously going back to his father's house down on the reservation. I couldn't find my voice to shout after him so I watched; I watched as his truck got smaller and smaller before disappearing around a corner out of sight.

I don't know how long I was stood staring into the empty street ahead it seemed like hours but the sun was still shining, high in the sky and I as I was still alone I assumed no large amount of time has passed by. No one had followed behind me to see what had happened and I could still faintly hear my mother's voice in the background shouting at everyone to calm down and take a seat. As another sob escaped my chest I turned back towards the house and slowly made my way towards the open door with blurred vision.

I had two choices; I could either forget that the entire population of Forks were currently sat in my garden waiting to see me wed the love of my life, head straight up to my bedroom, sleep and wake up in the morning, and hope that everything was a dream. Or I could find my mom; have her tell me that everything was going to be okay, just like she did when I needed her after falling down and scraping my knee, or breaking my favourite toy. Get my father to send everyone away.

I was soon stood at the back door looking out at the guests who were all sat in their seats muttering to each other about how disrespectful my mother had been towards them, while she stood talking to dad and Sam in a hushed tone, her back facing the guests. As expected It wasn't long before I was noticed and the entire garden had swiftly focused their attention upon me. With a deep breath my feet began to move once again as I headed towards the front where my mother was now stood with a sad look upon her face. The muttering has quieted down to a mumbling whisper and I walked down the aisle.

Once reaching the front, I turned to face the intrigued guests who were now sat in total silence. My old school friends looking at me with an amused look etched upon their faces, my father's work colleges looking at me in pity. Everyone was staring waiting to know what had happened, what was going to happen. With as much volume I could manage I took a breath before making the announcement. "Everyone should leave, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, the weddings off". Not even a second had passed before the mumbling of the guests had restarted. I turned to look at my mom before making a dash straight into the house heading to the one place I could feel safe and block away the world, my safe haven, my bedroom.

I hadn't been changed much since I was a teenager; just the odd new photograph which had been added onto the walls from recent holidays and family celebrations but nothing else was altered. The walls were still painted in neutral colours and the bed sheets were always the same shade purple.

Slamming the door behind me I threw off my shoes before falling onto the bed and breaking down completely. My heart was broken, my dreams were ruined and my family's money was wasted. This was by far the worst day of my life.