It's been awhile since I've written anything. I have a lot going on in my life right now but this popped into my head and I can't exactly ignore it. I'm drawing a lot of this off of my own life with my kid.

If you're a fan of any of my other stories, I will definitely be trying to get some more written for them soon. Any and all mistakes are my own and I don't own any characters. Onward.

BPOV:

Being a mom at the age of 22 wasn't something I had wanted to do. I was destined to live my life and go on and do big things and make a career and go to college and well... I didn't do any of those things. I had gotten myself pregnant when I was 21 when I started to date Rebel's dad, James. He was a good enough looking guy and had a good job. My daughter was born a month before my 22nd birthday and I had thought that I was going to end up having a picture perfect life, after all.

I had gotten a job at a local bakery as a manager and James had gotten a job as a prison guard. We had purchased a modest two bedroom home from the family of an old lady who had died and we both had nice vehicles. It wasn't the lap of luxury or anything, but life was good.

My beautiful little blonde haired and blue eyed spawn wanted for nothing. Her grandparents, Angela and Ben and my parents Charlie and Renee absolutely doted all over her. She was, in a word, spoiled. Even though I didn't think I would like being a mom, it grew on me. I still cussed and had my tattoos and drank every now and then, but she came first.

One day, when Rebel was about two, an new employee of mine had came to me asking to talk to me. James had just brought my chubby baby in to see me and the employee had recognized him right away. When she told me that James had brought my baby over to her house to meet her roommate, well, my blood boiled.

I had wanted to start something in the store, but I couldn't. I wouldn't ruin my job for him. I would need it. There had been rumors before that James had cheated on me or had been seen with other women before, but like I said. He was a good-looking enough guy and he was friendly. I brushed off every comment I'd gotten about him. I looked down at my super expensive engagement ring and snorted. He had came into work and asked me to marry him in front of everyone and made a big spectacle of it. Shaking my head I went to the lobby and picked my daughter up from her chair, hugged her tight and kissed her cheeks. I knew life wasn't going to be perfect for my kid now. I wasn't staying with someone who could cheat on me. Screw that.

"Hey, babe. I'm taking Rebel to mom's. Can you pick her up from there when you're off of work?" James asks and goes to kiss my lips but I give him my cheek instead. Too bad it wasn't an ass cheek.

"Uh, yeah." I say to him, distractedly. He gives me a weird look and shakes his head.

"You okay? You're acting a little off."

Forcing a smile onto my face I lie. "Oh, yeah. I'm good. No worries. I'll be sure to pick her up in a couple of hours." With that, I kiss my daughter's cheeks and blow raspberries and make her laugh. James walks out the door with my kid and I flip him the double bird.

Lauren runs out and keeps apologizing. "I'm so sorry, Bella. I know I don't know you from Adam, but you seem like a pretty good person and I would want to know if that was happening to me." She kept rambling and I waved her off.

"No, it's okay. Thank you for saying something. I had heard he was a douche bag, but now it's been confirmed. Look, I'm going to call someone else in to run the store. I've got some things to take care of."

I called Jessica Newton, the owner's wife, and told her what was going on and she came down straight away. She was a nice enough woman, if not a gossip whore, but she didn't bat an eyelash about my predicament and let me leave.

Pulling up to my house, well, my former house, I sighed. His name was the one of the deed. But, everything in the house was mine. I packed up my clothes, Rebel's clothes, all but one towel and one wash cloth, the pots and pans and even the soap, and loaded it up into my SUV, making sure I left enough room for my daughter to fit.

I drove to get Rebel. Her piece of shit father couldn't just keep it in his pants? Looking down at my ring I felt my eyes water. My life wasn't supposed to be like this. I mean, I had pictured it would be a lot better than this. I was going to have to do everything in my power to make sure my kid didn't end up with the short end of the stick.

Explaining to Angela that I was sent home early because I was a little under the weather was pretty easy, since she knew I never left work early for anything and then I wondered how someone like James could come from people like Ben and Angela. They were some of the nicest people I had ever met and it kind of broke my heart to know that I probably wouldn't be as close with them as I am now.

The drive to my parents' house was one of me listening to some old school rock and singing to my daughter who would just clap excitedly in the back saying "Yay mama!" She thought I sounded awesome. My kid was awesome. Whatever.

When I got to my parents', my mom met me at the door with a concerned look on her face. "What's going on?" I broke down. I didn't want to, but I did.

"He cheated on me." I bawled and my mom hugged me as my dad took my kid from me.

"I'll shoot him." My dad said and Rebel held her finger up like a gun and kept making shooting noises and I rolled my eyes. Charlie was laughing at my very impressionable child and my mom shot him a disapproving glare.

"Seriously, Charlie? She's too young to be learning stuff like that." Mom lectured as she led me into the house. "Look, you can take the guest bedroom. Rebel already has her room, so there's no worries there. Did you get everything you needed or do I need to send your dad to get the rest?"

I sat down and mumbled. "I didn't catch what you said, Bells." Dad said distractedly as he played with the kid.

"I said he doesn't even know I've left yet."

"Isabella Marie!" Mom yelled. "I cannot believe you chickened out like that."

"He'll find out when he gets home and sees all of the shit gone, too." I retorted. "Look, mom, he took Rebel to some skank's house and got it on with her while my kid was asleep in some other chick's bedroom. He'd taken her over there while I was working. If it wasn't for the fact that my employee was the one whose bed she was in, I doubt I would've found out." I grabbed a beer from the fridge, because let's face it, I needed it. "I'm going to talk to him tomorrow. I'm not going back, because I don't trust him as far as I'm concerned. He's a good dad and he'll have access to Rebel, but that's about it."

The next day, I was greeted with heavy knocking on the door and a disheveled looking James. His eyes were red-rimmed like he'd been crying and he grabbed me hugging me to him while I stood stock still.

"Bella, baby! I just got off of work and everything was gone and you weren't there and I couldn't find you. I thought something bad had happened. Are you okay?" He was looking me over and I felt my eyes watering.

"James. Stop. I'm fine." I halted his hands and pushed them away from me. He had this hurt look on his face and I shook my head. "We need to talk." Right to the chase. I could do this.

"What's this about, Bells?"

We sat down and I took my ring off and handed it to him. "Look, we're done." It was short and sweet and he had the most confused look ever.

"Babe? Where is this coming from? Just the other night you were talking about trying to plan the wedding?" He asks me brokenly.

"What happened, is that new employee I have, Lauren? She recognized you and Rebel from her house. Apparently, you'd taken our daughter with you to cheat on me. She found Rebel in her bed asleep while you were in her friend's room in her bed. This isn't the first time I've heard shit about you, James. I mean, why did you even ask me to marry you if you didn't plan to be faithful?" I started shouting. I was beyond hurt now. I was pissed.

"Look, I don't know what that girl told you-"

"She told me your name and our daughter's name. She just started two days ago and I don't give out that information freely. You're busted, James. You can have Rebel on the weekends. That's when you're off."

He started to walk out the door and I stopped him. "Look, if you were ever going to be a decent human you'll be honest with me. If you've ever loved me at all, you'll be straight with me." He nods and doesn't look at me.

"How many?" His shoulders stiffen and he takes a deep breath. "How many, James? Be honest. I deserve to know."

"15. I've been with 15 girls since we've been together. Well, give or take a few."

So, that's the first chapter. It's basically just a preface of why Bella is going to be a bit guarded and all of that jazz. Fun fact: This happened to me. I found out that my daughter's dad had cheated from an employee of mine at the restaurant I worked at when he came to visit me with my kid on my lunch break. She'd told me about it after they left and I immediately went and packed up everything. Yes, including the towels and pots and pans. I left him one roll of toilet paper, though.

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