A/N: Thanks to my old team for working on this chapter and for Sherry giving it a little polish xx
Chapter 2
Last night I had gone to bed worrying about what I was going to make for dinner, and now I had no idea how I was going to put dinner on the table. I've never had a job. I had fallen pregnant with Jackson straight out of high school and Olivia had followed shortly after. Edward had always insisted that I stay at home and look after the kids while he went out to work and brought home the bacon.
Who would want to hire someone my age with no experience?
I had no idea what we were going to do or how we were going to survive.
If we were going to survive.
I had no sense of how long I sat there on the kitchen floor, crying my heart out. I wasn't aware of anything but the pain that now resided inside of me, until I heard my mother's voice. "Bella… Bella… Bella, where are you?"
I lifted my head as she spotted me huddled on the floor.
"Oh honey," she said, as she dropped to her knees, pulling me into her arms. "Emily called me."
Of course, she did. I should have known she would have.
"How could he do this to my baby, to my babies?" She said as she pulled back and studied me with worried eyes. "When I see that asshole I'm gonna tear off his balls and force feed them to him. Who the hell does he think he is? Treating you like this. Running off without so much as an explanation. He's no good Bella," she growled.
I started crying again. I couldn't listen to this right now. I wasn't ready.
"Esme," Emily hissed, as she walked into the room. "You're not helping."
"He was never good enough for you," my mother continued, oblivious to how upset she was making me.
"Esme Platt!" Emily snapped. "I swear to god I'll send your ass back home if you don't shut up."
My mother jumped at the tone in Emily's voice, but with one look from her, she knew Em wasn't messing around. She made a gesture of zipping her lips and throwing away the key. I wondered how long that would last. My mother had always been outspoken. She often said things without thinking, but her heart was in the right place. She was kind and caring and would go above and beyond for anyone, especially her family, which made it easy to forgive her trespasses.
