I don't own Twilight. Mentions of rape.

This story will contain adult topics and mature themes. Warning for sensitive readers. I am very sorry if any of you get effected by it.

I am also only thirteen, still in school. Trying to juggle homework, school work, and making lunchboxes for the day is hard, so please don't judge me.

Isabella POV

Have you ever wondered what it's like for someone to break your heart into a million pieces, twice, and have that same person take something violently?

I have.

Edward Cullen. The very person who I despise with my whole heart. He, and his family, left me alone, in the dead of night, in a foreign place. Alice, Jasper, Esme, Carlisle, Emmett, Rosalie. They left without a goodbye. All of them. Except Edward. That was the first time. The second was far worse. That night was the worst of my life.

FLASHBACK

Edward had invited me to his house for the night. He told me the others had been hunting for the last week, which explained their absence in school, so we had the house to ourselves. Me being the typical lovestruck teenager, I agreed immediately. My wish for immortality was always denied, even though he promised the Volturi I would be changed. 'I don't want to damn your soul' he would say. Tonight, I was going to demand that from him and break up with him. He was becoming too controlling and I felt that something was wrong. Ever since I encountered Alec in Volterra, I felt wrong when Edward touched me. I dismissed this feeling, thinking it was me feeling inadequate as always when around his family. Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

I drove up to the house and parked my truck. In a flash, Edward was by my door opening it. I smiled widely at him. My grin faltered when I saw his face. It was a face full of desire, need and anger. He looked crazed.

"Edward, what's wrong?" I asked, worriedly. He didn't answer, instead gripping my wrist tightly, making me gasp out in pain. Ignoring my continuous protests, Edward dragged me like a doll to the house and up the stairs into his room.

"Bella, how could let your blood spill in front of everyone? Tut, tut. I thought you knew better than this," Edward said, calmly, coldly. I flinched at the tone of his voice.

"Edward, that was months ago, and I didn't mean to! It was an accident," I stuttered, stunned by his sudden turnaround in attitude. "You know I can't control when I get hurt!"

Edward ignored me and gripped my wrists painfully. I cried out in pain. It didn't do anything except rile him up more. The grip on my wrists tightened dangerously. I could think around the pain enough to not cry out.

Edward forced me onto his bed and ripped my clothes from me. It was when he started stripping me that his intentions became clear. Ignoring the consequences, I cried out in anguish and began to plead.

"No, Edward please! No, no, please, don't do this," I begged. He ignored me and took his clothes off. My cries increased in volume but they fell on deaf ears.

Edward proceeded to rape me. I cried out in pain, tears streaming like rivers down my face. When Edward pulled out of me, I screamed loudly.

"Shut up! You deserve it. We were leaving again anyway, this is just something to add to your pain, which you deserve," he snapped. I cringed away from him and tried moving away from him but was in too much pain to do anything.

Without another word, Edward left the house. I stayed in the same position that he left me in for three days straight.

END OF FLASHBACK

It's been four days since Edward raped me. I haven't had the courage to go home to Charlie. What he did to me will forever be ingrained in my brain. The consequences of his actions, he will never know.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the feeling of someone nudging me. I looked around and, noticing no one in the house, ignored it, thinking it was nothing serious. When I felt someone nudge me again, I grew concerned and frightened.

'What is happening? Am I going crazy?' I thought to myself. I looked down at myself and noticed that my stomach had grown slightly. I could rule out the possibility that I had gained weight, as I hadn't eaten for four days.

Thinking the impossible, I went to the closet mirror, which just happened to be in Rosalie's room. I pulled my top from my stomach and looked at my figure carefully. I went into a panic when I saw the slight bulge in my stomach. I froze in shock.

'It can't be… it's impossible. He told me that it was impossible, that vampires bodies had to change. But then, if it was impossible… how is that I'm… pregnant?' I thought in shock. My hand subconsciously went to my stomach. I was pregnant, with his baby. I gasped as the reality of the situation sunk in.

I was pregnant.

It was then a thought occurred to me. Vampires bodies can't change. A female's body needs to change in order to have a child. A male didn't need to change to have children. Edward had unknowingly impregnated me. I scowled in disgust, knowing that my child had to be half Edward. I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts.

Just because Edward was the father didn't mean that I was going to reject my child. Another thought occurred to me. I couldn't go to a human doctor for appointments, nor could I tell Charlie. I decided to fake my death, it would make Charlie's loss easier and also, because I knew that this wouldn't be a normal pregnancy, it meant I wouldn't need to explain to Charlie and make up excuses.

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I smiled to myself. My 'death' went just how I wanted. I was kind of sad though. My best friend, Lani, was left behind. We even had a song which we always sang together. Now, my plan was to leave. Leave Forks. Maybe go to Seattle.

I walked upstairs to Alice's room, knowing that she would have some suitcases and money. I searched her closet and found six small suitcases and two large ones. I took a small one and both big ones. I took a million pounds of Alice's money and walked into Rosalie's room, Alice's clothes were too small for me, and into her closet, pleased to find all her clothes still in there. I went through Rosalie's clothes and grabbed a couple blood red tops and dresses, as well as a couple pairs of skinny jeans and leggings. I packed the clothes and a few pairs of shoes, not including heels. I could barely walk in them as it is, let alone being pregnant.

I raided the fridge, which was still full of food, and put most of the food less likely to go off into a bag for me to eat. I filled five bottles with water and a few with blood. I guess that because my baby is half vampire, then they would want blood.

Once I had everything I wanted, I grabbed my newfound things and walked outside. I headed to the garage, where some of their cars still were. I walked to a blue BMW and put all the suitcases into the back seats of the car. I got in the driver's side and drove to Seattle under the cover of darkness, knowing that if anyone saw me, my whole 'being dead' plan would be a waste of time.

I drove to the edge of Seattle and purchased a large house. Considering its size, the house wasn't that much. On the bottom floor, there was a kitchen, living room, dining room, a toilet and a library. Upstairs, there was a master bedroom, three guest bedrooms with it's own bathroom, a child's room, a music room with all sorts of instruments, a family bathroom and a study where I could do some writing, which I did to let out my emotions.

I walked up the stairs to the master bedroom and into the closet. I put all the clothes I stole from Rosalie into the closet and placed all my toiletries where I wanted them in the bathroom. I unpacked all the food and put it in the fridge and put some of the blood into a cup, ready for me to drink when I needed it.

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It's been a month since I moved into my new house. The pregnancy has been a pain, literally. The baby broke a few of my bones at first, but when I spoke to them, they kicked less hard and the pregnancy was easier to endure. I had started drinking blood at least once a day a couple days after moving in. I still ate food, but not as much, only two meals a day.

I could tell the due date was getting ever closer, as I had stopped growing and was getting regular pains in my lower back. I had been thinking of different baby names. My favourite so far is Missy Serenity. I also like Vivi Heaven. If I had a boy, I wasn't sure on what I would call him.

I was brought out of my thoughts by an excruciating pain running down my spine. I let out a scream and my vision blurred. I was vaguely aware of something ripping my stomach and then leaving my body. I was aware for all of about a minute, when I felt someone bite me. A fire began raging through my body and I guessed my child had bitten me. My last thought as a human was,

'Time to burn.'