Title: Breaking the Faith: Extended Version
Fandom: Twilight with Canon Pairings
Author: AMomWhoWrites
Rating: M for adult themes and the lemon
Summary: Bella Swan learned from an early age that she could only count on herself. That was, until she picked up a Bible. Edward Cullen was the quiet son of a pastor who placed his faith above all. When tragedy strikes do they hold on to the comfort God has always provided them or look towards each other to escape the pain they're both feeling?
Author's Note: Hey y'all! Before you ask, I know, I know it's a publication but where is that next Open chapter? Well some good news, it's about half way done!
First and foremost, thank you for opening this! Second, this is your WARNING, what you are about to read is my FFN teaser of my submission for the Babies at the Border Fiction Compilation. If you need any help finding information about this compilation, who's in it, how to donate…etc., please reach out via PM or review and I'll be happy to help!
Some of you may remember my submission for the Popping Cherries Contest years and years ago. What you may not have known is that the contest came with a very strict word count limit and that just didn't work. I gutted and gutted until I basically posted the bare bones of a story I should have just published as whole, but I was stubborn. I figured one day I'd submit the full length story but other projects happened and I never came back to it. However, the Babies at the Border cause is one very close to my heart and I didn't want to miss the opportunity to be a part of it so I pulled it out, dusted it off, rewrote a lot of it and sent it off to be read over.
What I am giving you is Chapter 1 of a fic nearly 24,000 words long. If you want it in full you have until October 3rd to become a part of this cause.
Without further a due, I give you, Breaking the Faith: Extended Version
This chapter has not yet been beta'd, all errors are my own and while I love these characters, I own nothing.
"He gives power to the weak. He increases the strength of him who has no might." Isaiah 40:29
When I was only two years old, Renee fled from my father's house. If you listened to her version of the story the wind sounded like howling ghosts, the rain was beating down like bullets and hail shot from the blackened sky. Renee had a reputation for being overdramatic so I never bothered trying to tell her that I could remember the night we left. And it was nothing like what she said.
They say you're not supposed to remember much at that age, but sadly, they've never met me. Even memories I never wanted to remember remain crystal clear in my head.
"Mommy, I want daddy!" I wailed.
"Isabella, hush. You don't want to wake the neighbors," my mother snapped.
"But what about daddy?" I sobbed as she fastened my car seat.
"You'll see him later Isabella, it's time to leave."
I cried myself to sleep in the back of her old station wagon.
After that day my life was one jumbled mess. We never stayed in any one town for even a year so I was constantly the "new girl" at school. By the time I hit second grade I had all, but given up on making any friends. On top of it all I was told my father was dead. Renee explained that he was responding to a robbery and was killed in the line of duty. I was only five years old when my world came crashing down for the first time.
There you have it folks, Chapter 1 is in the books. If you want to read more remember you have until October 3rd! Bye for now, see you soon from the armchair of a therapist who is so over Edward and his dramatics.