"Fuck," I cursed to myself as I looked at the white stick I held in my hand. This can't be happening! I slowly sank down onto the tiled floor of the bathroom in the apartment I shared with my boyfriend. Tears slowly fell down the side of my face. There was no way Marcus was going to like this. At all. I looked at the bruises on my arms, suddenly fearful. Not only for my life, but for the life of my unborn child.

I had to get out of here. But where am I to go. I guess I could go move in with mom down in Jacksonville. But then I remembered she was still married to Phil. While I can't be mad at mom forever for remarrying, I couldn't forgive her for leaving dad. It was then I decided it was time to go back home to Forks. But I was worried what dad was going to say when he found out his baby girl was pregnant. And alone. He's so old school it's not even funny.

But I couldn't think about that now. I had to think about a way to get out of here. The bruises on my arm motivated me even more. I was thinking about leaving for months, but I was scared that Marcus would find me and bring me back. I thought he could change, but he keeps proving me wrong every time. There's no way I could a raise a baby in this environment. So I made a plan to leave tomorrow when he was at work and drive the almost 4 hours it would take to get from Seattle to Forks, granted the traffic isn't that bad. With my plan in mind, I got up off the floor and slowly crept out of the bathroom.

I mentally sighed out of relief when I saw that Marcus was fast asleep, but I made a face as soon as I saw a half empty bottle dangling from his hand. Drinking again. What else is new. I crawled back into bed, hoping for a better day tomorrow.

Suddenly, I was awake. And on the floor? What the fuck?! I groaned and turned my head and came face to face with Marcus' feet. Crap. I could only assume that he knocked me off the bed. Which means only one thing. He must've seen the pregnancy test I accidently left by the sink. Double crap! I slowly attempted to get up off the floor only to wince in pain. "Marcus, what the fuck?"

"I could ask you the same Maggie. What the fuck is this?!" I was not prepared for when he threw the pregnancy test at my face, which I blocked with my hand. Seriously dude? Doing my best to get off the floor, I finally managed to get back onto my feet. Feeling brave, I put my hands on my hips and tried to size up to him.

"It's exactly what it looks like you idiot." I started to turn to walk away, but Marcus yanked my arm so hard that I fell back onto the floor. I tried to get up but he just shoved me into the wall. I must've hit the wall hard enough to slump to the floor. However, I wasn't on the floor very long because I could feel Marcus grab a fist full of my hair and pulled me up.

"You stupid bitch. You're cheating on me aren't you?!" I mentally facepalmed at that question. He of all people should talk. I lost count how many times I caught him cheating on me. Of course, there was nothing I could ever do about it. He'd always try to sweeten me up afterwards and apologize. And I'd always fall for it because that's how great of a manipulator he is.

I was broken from my thoughts when he slammed me against the wall. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. I opened up my eyes and saw that he had an iron grip against my throat. I tried to loosen his grip, to no avail. "Marcus... .Hell?!" Somehow I managed enough strength to ask him what his problem was. I was about to pass out when I felt his grip loosen. Shaking, I slid down the wall and collapsed on the floor, sobbing.

"I'll deal with you later. I can't be late to work again." Maybe you wouldn't be late to work if you didn't go out drinking every night. And suddenly, I was completely alone. I sat on the floor for awhile, not attempting to hide my tears. I've always tried to hide emotions every time this happened. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. It was then I realized that I had to be brave for my baby.

Feeling a surge of adrenaline, I decided I would put my plan into action. I lugged the huge suitcase that was under the bed on top of the bed and began looting the closet and the dresser. Once I had all my clothes packed, I grabbed a few pictures of my family, some books, and all of my jewelry and tossed them in a duffle bag along with my laptop and other important papers I kept in the safe. The rest of the stuff could wait.

After putting on my jacket and a scarf, I grabbed my purse, the suitcase, and the duffle bag and began to hall the stuff out the door. Grabbing my keys on the way out, I took one last look before I left. Hopefully for good. I managed to leave the building without suspicion and popped the trunk of my car. I managed to get it all in before slamming it shut again. Once I got in the car, I headed towards the interstate and never looked back.

About 4 hours later, I arrived in Forks, and naturally it was raining. Coming to a red light, I glanced at my surroundings. Of course nothing had changed. I ended up passing the diner where me and my dad always ate growing up. When it was just the two of us. I will also never forgive my mom for taking Bella with her when she left our dad. Granted, I did have friends down at the Rez and at school, but nothing was the same without Bella. I hope she was fitting in well here. Last time I checked, she moved up here from Arizona after mom wanted to keep traveling with Phil's minor league team. I hope she was able to make friends up here. She was always shy. Last time I checked, she had a boyfriend.

Not long after I arrived in Forks, I finally pulled up to the white, two-story house that I grew up in. I noticed dad's cruiser was parked in the front lawn, indicating that he was home. Thank God, because I'd feel much safer with him at home than away. I didn't see Bella's truck she got from dad so I assumed she was at school. I pulled up in the drive and sat in the car for a bit after turning it off, feeling slightly nervous. Was I scared that Marcus might come looking for me? Probably. Was I nervous about telling dad I was pregnant? Most definitely. Was I nervous about how he'd react when I tell if Marcus has been beating me? You have no idea. Dad tends to have a temper when he gets mad, and boy oh boy, I could tell he was going to explode when I tell him about Marcus.

I finally stepped out of the car and got my stuff from the back. Trudging up the drive, I glanced around the yard I used to romp around with Bella. I started to smile when I noticed that the swing hanging from the big tree was still there. So many memories.

Soon I was standing on the front porch, nervous as hell. I stared at the front door for a few moments before ringing the doorbell. That's when I started to shake. Out of cold and out of nerves. It wasn't long before my dad showed up at the door. First he looked happy to see me, then get all confused when he saw my stuff. I probably should have called first, I mentally facepalmed. "Hey kiddo, what are you doing here?"

It was that moment that the tears started falling again. "Daddy," I managed to choke out before my dad grabbed me and pulled me in for a hug. He knew something was wrong, but didn't say anything as he held me close.