Broken Heart

I do not own Twilight but I am a crazy fan who loves to play with the characters

AN: This is my first story attempt on fanfic. I hope it is enjoyed. Please excuse grammar I am starting out, I hope to improve over time by reading everyone else's stories. Also if you review I love honesty, my feelings won't get hurt *fingers crossed* Well that enough from me ENJOY…FYI this is an updated version I fixed the spacing problems. Thank You…

Chapter One

The Beginning of the End

It has been four years since he left me, empty and bleeding. It was then that I decided to leave Forks, Washington behind. I just couldn't bear to see everything that reminded me of all of them, not just him. I thought they all loved me, that we were a family, expect for Rosalie and Jasper. I really thought I was family to the rest. At least Rosalie and Jasper never pretended to love or even like me.

When my mom left with Phil I was heartbroken but I had Charlie and he loved me. Then Edward came into my life and I was complete. I had Esme and Carlisle too they were second parents to me. Then there was Emmett he was like the big brother I always wanted and Alice was not just a best friend but also a sister, but now I realize it was all a lie. It's good they left, because I am no good everything I touch turns to shit. But that was the past, he was the past, now I'm living in Chicago going to Northwestern University on scholarship majoring in English and minoring in math, yes math.

In high school I had such a difficult time but then Edward helped me and I finally mastered my fear of numbers. It's ironic that he helped me find my calling, becoming a teacher, even though he left me bleeding and broken. But now I am barely making ends meet, working two part time jobs trying to keep up with all the extra costs that the scholarship doesn't provide. That's when I met James one year ago, he came into the coffee shop I was working at, and he swept me off my feet, made me feel special again. I thought I was happy, but I was wrong. Under that good guy mask was an absolute monster.

He forced me to do things to him when I didn't want to and he was so jealous that even if he thinks another person glances my way he goes all crazy and hits me. I don't know why, I haven't done anything to make him feel this way I loved him, didn't I? Then last month my period was late, I can't believe I let this happen I knew better, I was on the pill. I wanted to make something of myself, finish school become a teacher, and then settle down and have a family. I was scared but I loved this child even if the father is a monster.

When I told James his face lit up, I thought things would get better. They did at first he was all night and shining armor again. He told me we would get married and raise a family. That he loved me and our child and he would never hurt me again.

I was so naïve, I actually believed him and last night he came home, to our apartment stone cold drunk and started yelling "who was here I can smell him." I started crying.

"No one was here just me." I cried.

"You're a lying bitch all women are, they just lie and spread their legs and you are the worst and easiest of all! Come here!" He screamed.

That's when he grabbed me and pulled my shorts down and smelled my lady parts. It was so humiliating I cried and begged him to stop but he didn't. And then he pulled me to the floor and started to fuck me really hard and it hurt. I told him to stop but he didn't. When he was done he went in our room and went to bed. I went in the shower and cried. How can I raise my child in a life like this? I decided then that I was going to try to leave before the birth of my child.

I would try to find another school somewhere else, that my scholarship could be transferred to. I just needed to work for the next few months to save enough money to get out. The next morning I looked in the mirror I had a black eye, finger mark bruises on my arms, and a huge bruise on my torso, I could hardly breathe I think maybe one of my ribs is broken.

But I can't go to the doctor, so I'll just try my best to ignore the pain. I finished my early shift at the coffee house, and my first class was starting in an hour. I decided to head to school and grab something to eat in the café near there. I walked in and stood there in shock, across the room sitting at one of the booths was Jasper.

I tried to duck out of the café without notice, but I heard "Bella, Bella is that you? It's Jasper. Come here." He practically begged.

I took off running trying to get away from that pain. But clumsy ass me, I tripped over my own feet and went flying face first toward the ground, when all of a sudden I was jerked backwards. Two strong, warm hands were holding me and I knew they were Jasper's. But what I wasn't expecting was the surge of electricity or the feeling of security I felt in his arms.

I looked at the ground and my sunglasses were lying there "oh shit!" I said aloud and start to turn around. I looked in his face and knew that he saw the black eye, and I knew he would ask. What am I going to say? Shit! Just then he turns me to face him and he looks directly at my eye and he knits his eyebrows together.

And says "it's probably none of my business and I'm, I'm the last person you would want to tell but what the hell happened to your eye darling?"

I start to speak. "I, I tripped into a door knob. I'm okay. You know me I'm such a klutz" I fake a half smile. I could tell by the look in his eyes, he knows I am lying. I have never been a good liar but he let it pass and asked how I was doing.

"I'm doing great I got a scholarship and moved here almost three years ago." I say.

Jasper asks what I was studying and I tell him. He asks if we could go back to the café and talk and catch up on the four years since he saw me last. I told him I didn't think that would be a good idea and I ask if the rest of the Cullen's are here.

He replies that "yes most of us are here except for Alice. Dad was offered a job at Children's Memorial Hospital a few months ago. So most of us came along to give school in Chicago a try, I was scouting out Northwestern and the rest are scouting out other schools in the area. Because we want to attend the same school, so we need to find a school to accommodate us all." He says with a grin and a gleam in his eye I couldn't place.

"Well that's nice?" I say in the form of a question.

I am so glad I am leaving seeing Edward here was not something I am prepared to face, especially now. I went to turn around to leave and he grabbed my arm, that's when I winced. He looked at me and dropped his hand.

"I'm so very sorry! Did I grab you too hard? I didn't mean it; I only meant to stop you from leaving. I am so sorry, I didn't mean it, and I just don't want you to leave. I really want to speak to you. I have missed you so much, we all have." He was begging and pleading and I could hear sadness in his voice as well.

I look into his eyes and I see hurt and concern so I say, "It's okay Jasper, you didn't hurt me you just….you startled me." I had unshed tears in my eyes and I could hear the tremor in my own voice.

I rubbed my arm and accidently lifted my shirt. I saw his eyes narrow and I know he's seen the finger like bruises on my arm.

He went to say something and I yelled at him "it's really none of your business Jasper you guys left and you didn't even like me then! So, why are you pretending to be concerned now?"

That's when I turn around with tears streaking down my face and take my leave. I look back and seen him standing there completely stunned and his face crumpled in what looked like pain. Why did he look that way? They didn't care about me, they left.

My mind is in a whirl I decide not to go to class and I go to my favorite hide out in the park a few blocks down. I sit there for an hour and decide I need to go back to school to my next class before James founds out I was not in class and starts his accusations. I went to class arriving a few minutes early, it was the one class that James had with me, I hoped with all my being he would be too hung over to show up.

But I wasn't that lucky a couple minutes later he came waltzing in there with sunglasses on and took his seat next to me. Like everything was okay and nothing happened last night. He even had the nerve to smile at me and take my hand.

He bends toward me and whispers "Did you finish our papers?"

I nod my head and hand him his paper. He squeezes my knee under the table and says "it better be an "A" or else."

Then he smiles at me, wraps his arm around my shoulders and says in my ear, "I am so very sorry my love I was drunk I didn't know what the hell I was doing. Fuck! I told myself I would never do that again. I promise I will stop drinking I was just stressed out and wasn't thinking straight. Is our baby okay? I love him too much to hurt him. I am sorry I didn't mean to hit you in your stomach near our child. I would never hurt our child. You know that, right?" He says in a sickly loving voice.

I just sit there and say "I know you didn't mean to hurt us. You were just drunk and I know you love us and wouldn't do that on purpose. I love you and there is nothing to forgive it wasn't your fault it was mine I should have not stressed you out, I am so sorry." I try my hardest not cringe through the words.

I say all this just to keep him happy and let him think everything was okay, so I could figure a way out. Because that was what I am going to do, I am getting out! But I still had no way to get out or any idea of how to do it. I needed to be strong for my unborn child even if I couldn't protect myself, I would die to protect my child, no matter what.

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