Chapter 2
Six years later
I never went to collage for a writers degree or a degree in literature. It was something I felt like I didn't need, but decided to take some courses on the side while being a writer. When I walked/ran out of the GYM on graduation day I drove to the airport in Seattle and took the first flight out to New York. I bought an apartment on Manhattan and have stayed there for the last six years. I have been traveling a lot, a book tour in the US and one in France, England and Norway.
My second book became a series of three books. It's all romance and fiction in one. It was called "The End of Dawn Saga". It's about vampires, and vendetta's, love, sex and magic. There sort of are three books in one, book so it's really nine books, but who's counting? The books were bestsellers for weeks.
I hadn't heard from Emmett nor Charlie. Not once in six years, though that might be my fault as well, since I got a new number and blocked it. I have changed a lot. You can say that I grew up a bit when I moved. I visited a psychiatrist for about a year, two or three times a month. We actually became very good friends.
Her name is Victoria James. She's not someone you want to cross, 'cause she is one hard bitch, but she thought me to be more independent than I already was and helped me with my struggles like being more confident. She gave me the number to her hairstylist and told me to go visit there and ask for James Montgomery. James Montgomery, that fucking son of a bitch. His gay, but took my virginity as well. James, Victoria and I became very good friends, when I did my hair I always went to him.
Victoria helped me with my clothes and helped me find my own style. I'm very much of a jeans and hoodie girl, but the first time I stepped into some really nice designer jeans I was sold. I started wearing heals which helped me with my balance and I wore suite jackets. I had a lot of suite jackets, pink, black, red, white, gray you name it.
I also have a lot of scarfs and hats as well as bags and purses, accessory. I really liked the style of Balmain, especially the suits that came in in 2010. I think I bought five outfits straight from the catwalk with the shoes and everything. He had also a lot of wonderful dresses! I weren't much of a fashion diva but I knew what I liked.
I was still the same shy Bella that blushed like crazy but I was more confident and not so awkward. I got my first boyfriend in New York but he was a douch, only wanted me for my money. I was living the dream, perfect job, perfect friends and perfect life.
I was in a really great mood Thursday morning when I went to the store to buy some groceries. I was wearing my favorite pair of Christian louboutin boots with my favorite black skinny jeans and had on my new Balmain shirt tucked inside them with my favorite black suite jacked on- basically everything favorite- when I ran into Edward Cullen.
Edward was one fine man with the perfect green eyes and bronze curly hair and sharp jaw. From what he was wearing I could see I saw he was wearing money. An Armani suit and he looked fiiine. My chart had collided with his and we had both apologized at the same time throwing word out of our mouths that didn't have anything to do with us crashing our charts with each other's.
Suddenly I had agreed to go out with him Saturday night and when he picked me up in his Austin Martin I was sold, until he told me he was Alice Cullens half big brother. He was adopted by Esme and Carlisle Cullen and had started his second year at collage when I came to town. He had majored in Business and some money thing so he could take over his father company at the age of twenty four.
He had just turned twenty seven and when I asked what he did for his big day he also told me that he celebrated it with his best friends with the names of Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen. After he told me about this I kind of shied away from him because I didn't want anything to do with him after he told me that.
I was rather quiet the rest of the date. When he dropped me off at my apartment in Manhattan I felt like I had to get away from him. What if he was like the others? What if he starts to hate me when he finds out that I'm Bella Swan. Well, he knew I was Bella Swan just not little sister to Emmett Swan I guess. I cried that night for the first time in ages because I felt sorry for myself and because I really liked Edward, like really really liked.
I wanted to call Victoria but figured she was fast asleep. The next morning I dressed and went out to around the corner to but some coffee and cake. I felt like eating something unhealthy for breakfast and didn't want to make something myself. I took the elevator up to my apartment and when I stepped outside I saw Edward at the door banging his head against my door.
"Edward?" he didn't hear me. "Edward… What are you doing here?" I asked him again. When he saw me he stood up from the floor and looked around. He was fidgeting and hesitating. "Can I come in?" he said. I nodded my head and stepped past him to unlock my door. I went straight to the kitchen. What was he doing here? I wondered.
I turned around to look at him and he was standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Well, come in then" I told him. He locked the door behind him and went to stand in front of me. "Want to sit on the sofa while we talk?" I asked him. We sat and I crossed my legs so I could face him. "What happened last night, Bella?" he asked me.
It was then I saw he was wearing the same clothes he was wearing at the date. His hair was a mess and his eyes were red. He had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and looked miserable. I decided to be up front with him cause I didn't want to hurt his feelings any more than I obviously had done. "When you said your last name was Cullen, I thought nothing of it; that was until last night when you were friends with Alice Cullen, Jasper and Rosalie Hale and Emmett Swan" I told him "How do you know them?" he asked.
"I don't. I don't know them except Emmett. Emmett is my brother, and I haven't talked to him for God knows how long. When my parents split I moved with my mom and so my dad Charlie and Emmett decided to not speak to me again. The last six months of Forks High was miserable. It felt like everyone in town hated me and when I came "home" I was met with two cold shoulders.
The first night there I had to sleep in the attic and the next day I took all of the stuff that had been storage in my room up to the attic. My mom and step father had died in a car crash so I had to move back to Charlie and Emmett. They never acknowledged me unless it was to wash the house. I was there for the last six months of High School.
I was picked to be valedictorian and I told in front of everybody how much pain they had all caused me and how ironic it was for me to be the one to hold the speech. When I finished talking I went over to the person holding my diploma and ran, took the next plain to New York, spent a year in therapy and here I am.
I have book actually that's about those last seven or eight months of high school and of how everyone treated me; especially my dad and Emmett and his friends. So I guess that's why I became so distant last night when you told me you were friends with them, the people that hated me so much" I didn't realize I was crying until I felt tow big hands palming my face and brushing away the tears. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry"
I have next chapter ready but i want to have written chapter 4 and maybe 5 before i update with chapter 3. Hopefully it won't take to long but i have another story i have to update as well, so it will be a lot of writing on me, I also have to write an English text of 3000 words on the Quileute tribe so... Hopefully it will be one more update this week, and then next week i don't know if i will have time to update.
