Stephenie Meyer owns these people.
Proceed with Caution.
This isn't that typical type of story ( eg. Boy and Girl fall in love and live happily ever after)
This story is about love, betrayal and finding out what true happiness really is.
The ending will not be pretty, but it'll be appropriate and served with a purpose.
If you're not into these types, I suggest you stop reading here, and find something else you'll enjoy.
It's rated M for a reason and contains Mature Subject Matter. If you can't stop giggling at the mention of the word "boobies", I'm also pretty sure this story is not for you.
Those who wish to continue, I wish you the best of luck, because this story will be a hell of a ride.
"I thought we were happy. Weren't we happy?"
"Very happy."
"So where did we go wrong? Did I do something wrong? What do you want me to change? I'll change."
"It's not that Bella."
"Then what is it?"
" . . . Jessica's pregnant."
There was a time in Bella's life when she felt she was confident she knew true happiness. It was the kind of happiness that seeped into her under belly and gushed out in her bouts of smile and laughter. It was also the kind of happiness that was only attained because of all her hard work combined with her good deeds. She never asked for much except the two essential intangible things humans all want: love and happiness. Although Bella always knew that there would be some backlash because she received so much love and happiness at once, she just never thought it would light fire to her heart and burn it into something resembling black, crispy tar.
Bella had a great job, awesome friends, caring family, and a perfect boyfriend.
Those things were spawns from the benefits of being the all-around person that she was. Bella prayed to God every night, went to Church whenever she had free time, never killed insects or bugs, and never cursed. She was the girl that took one step back to let someone else go forward; she was the kind of girl that held two helping hands to elders; she was the kind of girl that stalked the homeless and abandoned children shelter whenever she could.
Bella was the epitome of the word nice; the very essence and body of the word. She believed that the yin/yang of life was necessary for a peaceful balance of a happy outcome, but sometimes – the yang outweighed the yin. Yet, Bella believed religiously in the good things; the lighter areas of life rather than the malevolence things covered in darkness. Evil people were just lost and needed to be guided to the light; good people overshadowed them anyhow.
She believed in all of those things until on their third anniversary day Edward sat across from her with his upset eyes when he told her that he had cheated.
Bella had believed in all of those things until Edward admitted that Jessica was the girl he had cheated on Bella with. Bella had believed in all of those things until Edward told her Jessica was pregnant with his baby.
Then, Bella stopped believing in all those things.
But Bella was still foolish.
One could stop believing in the blink of an eye, but foolishness takes a longer time to scrub off.
Thus, Bella was the one that begged Edward to stay with her.
She was the one that insisted that she would forgive him if he stayed. She was the one that was willing to forgive him. Bella took the fault for Edward's infidelity even though inside she knew she had nothing to do with it. It was Edward's promiscuous ways that had ripped their relationship into infinitesimal tears. But poor Bella, Edward had no intentions of staying with her even after all her begging and hopeful promises.
Instead, Edward had wrapped her up in his arms, whispering, "I'm sorry. ", over and over again as he explained to her that he had to take responsibility for what he and Jessica had done. At the end of the sob-fest (the sobbing entirely done by Bella) Edward suggested Bella move out of the apartment they shared so that Jessica could move in. "It would be best for the baby," he said.
Poor Bella had to drag her five suitcases out to the bus stop in the pouring rain that very same night. Edward had told her he loved her before she left, even giving her a sweet kiss on the forehead at their tearful goodbye (the tears entirely provided by Bella) Edward said he was sorry their relationship had to end this way, but it had to happen. "It would best for the baby," he said. It was the perfect scene for a movie, but living it for Bella was too much to bear.
Poor Bella as she stood crying while she confronted Jessica, her best friend since grade school. Jessica managed a small apology before adding, "I'm sorry, Bella. It's just – this will be best for the baby. I can't image raising a child without its father."
Because she was a good person, because in her dictionary of happiness, she knew that sacrificing her own happiness for others to be happy would be "happiest" thing to do of all. So Bella had to walk away from a relationship that she had laboured to build (every thought, every memory, every inside joke) as if she hadn't put any effort into it at all. It's strange how it takes two to enter a relationship, but one walks out just a heartbreak mess.
Bella had walked away silently, convinced by Jessica's tears, feeling sorry for being so selfish about wanting Edward.
After all, "it was best for the baby."
But poor Bella.
No one felt sorry for her.
When love blindfolds someone so much, when love only cares about what matters and not reality, and when loves finally dies, what is left over turns into bitter anger and resentment. It's dangerous when what was once happy, beautiful, forever love suddenly becomes scorned love. It can ravage and change a person to the world's end.
And in Bella's case – it ravaged her so much so that she died, falling 1,000 feet to reality from the cloud nine she was on. When she finally hit the ground, just like everything else when it falls from such a height – she was flatten and scarred. Her dictionary that defined happiness was food for reality and digested in its intestines. Reality slapped her in the face and raped her – over and over again.
Two years after Bella carried her five suitcases out of Edward's apartment building, she can now be found in another.
A lot has happened in two years.
Bella isn't that nice girl anymore.
Bella threw out the words: kind, patient, and bubbly to replace them with: promiscuous, tainted, and nonchalance. That's why Bella is hardly recognizable now, even by her own self. All her wonderful assumptions, of how relationships and love walked hand-in-hand, was thrown out of the window and savagely drowned in an ocean somewhere. Now, all her assumptions were more like sharp perception and tainted hooks.
On February 14, exactly two years to the day Edward broke up with her, one might find that Bella isn't dwelling in her never-ending tears.
Instead, she's dwelling in arms – lots of different arms.
The room Bella is temporarily dwelling in was giving her a headache, due to the strong alcoholic drinks she had drank the night before to live up to the hype of February 14. The room was also pitch-black except for the drawn curtains, displaying speckles of city lights from the buildings outside of the window. Red, blue, green, yellow – all of the colors of the rainbow were present. It was a spectrum suited for the day after February 14th.
It was also known as Single-Awareness day.
But Bella was anything but single.
The silk covers felt cold against her naked body, mildly messing with her body temperature. Bella rolled over onto her side to listen to the distinctive sprinkles of water coming from the open shower door across the room.
The hotel room had the distinct aroma of sweat, sex, and something else.
He was taking a shower. Guy #3 this week.
Knowing that she had to move fast, Bella still idly dragged herself out of bed. Allowing her long, ebony black hair to fall simultaneously on her naked shoulders, she started to roam around the dark room looking for what she needed. When the heel of her right foot caught the four-inch stilettos, Bella gripped the bottom of the bed. Languidly, her fingers roamed across mattress and met the fabric of the expensive chiffon dress she had worn last night.
Along with her dress and shoes, Bella started to get dress in the dark –
At the sound of a door slamming to a close – guy #3 came out of the shower. With soap across his eyes and his naked chest glistening with water particles, he squinted back into the Hotel room. He stood staring at the vacant bed with its bedcovers falling messily around its side. Reaching up to scratch through his wet hair, he let out an annoyed sigh.
She had left already.
* * * *
As Bella stepped inside the Hotel elevator, watching the golden doors with white flowers design on them close, she smiled at her reflection looking back at her. Running her hands through her hair, Bella drew a hair-tie around them, choking them into a ponytail. "Wait a minute – he wasn't guy #3. He's actually guy #4."
Bella had developed an obsession with referring to them as numbers.
But how easy it was for her to lose count now.
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