Isabella Swan was indeed a beautiful person.
Indeed she was. But, after her eighteenth birthday her heart broke in to many places. The pain HE caused her was unbelievable. She was unbelievably broken her live had flashed before her eyes the moment HE said the words. And she knew she would never be the same.
The night started off with a nightmare. The same nightmare she had every night. One of HIM. And finally Isabella knew she had to leave.
So she called The one person she loved with all her heart. Not her dad or her mom or even Jacob. She called her cousin Mark Cohen. At 2 in the morning…
"Speak/Speak" two voices rang.
"Hey Mark it's Bella can you answer? Cause I know you're awake," she said, her voice blunt.
"Hey, Izzy, what's up?" The low tenor voice inquired to the younger female. The young girl stiffened slightly; and she began her long rehearsed lament. Mark offered his sympathies.
"Mark?" She questioned.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"Can I come stay with you?" She asked.
"Izzy, honey, this isn't the life you want," Mark said softly.
"Mark, don't make my decisions for me," She hissed.
"Your right, come if you want," He mumbled.
TBC