A/N: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters except for Josh.

I had some trouble writing this chapter. It seemed that no matter what I did I could not get their conversation to sound as believable as I thought it should sound. Therefore, I would like your opinion on something. Do you think I should continue this all in Bella's pov?

To all who read the previous chapter, I want to apologize for my mistake with trying to get more reviews. I had seen were a few other authors had done the same thing in the past and thought no harm if I tried it also. This turned out to be a bad decision on my part. Therefore, I am truly sorry. I value your opinion very much. Without your reviews I have no idea what I have written are even worth reading, whither you want me to continue or not. I want my readers to be happy.

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Chapter Two

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Navigating through the small market place trying to decide what I should buy to prepare diner for my asshole of a husband. Finally making up my mind on hotdogs, which would be all he would be getting on the menu tonight. Maybe if I am lucky he will choke on it. Not paying much attention to my surroundings, as I should have just as I turned my squeaky cart around to go to the next aisle I bumped into another cart, which ended up spilling some of our contents on the tile floor.

"Oh my goodness! I am so sorry!" I said while trying to bend down and help her.

"Don't worry accidents happen." Said a soothing voice I have not heard for years. A voice I had missed; a mother's voice I could never forget. One I had missed for so long.

"Esme?" I gasped. My assumption was conformed when I looked up and heard a gasp escape her mouth, a single tear rolled down my cheek.

"Bella. I can't believe you're here." Esme said before a muffled sob shook her entire body. Before I could think about what I was going I hurled myself into her arms and held onto her like my life depended on it, I felt her arms come around me as another sob shook her body. I did not care if anyone was looking at us right now all I needed was a mother's hug. I blinked away any more tears I had, my eyelashes carrying moisture. My heart gave an uncomfortable squeeze as I realized this might be my only chance to break free from that hateful man that was my husband. I do not know how long we stayed like that but I could slowly feel Esme calm down and let go of me.

"I'm sorry Bella; it's just its so overwhelming to see you again. I missed you so much."

Esme said while picking up all of our things from the floor and putting it back in out carts, I miss you too," I stuttered out, my voice hoarse, broken and battered.

"Sweetheart, how have you been?" Esme smiled sadly at me, as I brushed a bang of hair behind my ear, showing another undiscovered wound. Either my hair or the make-up I had to put on clearly covered up all the bruises I was able to see. I had not realized until then I had missed one.

"Well, I'm married and as you can tell I'm expecting a baby. I want to say I am happy but… I can't." I said standing up after we put all our stuff back in the carts.

"What do you mean?" Esme asked while we were both pushing our carts to the check out line. "If you don't mind me asking? You don't have to answer."

"No not all. It's nice to have some one to talk to that can answer back but do you mind if we find somewhere else to talk?

I asked while loading my purchases onto the conveyor belt. "I'm afraid there are too many gossiping people to hear us. Unless you need to be some place else? I don't want to hold you up"

"No dear if your willing to talk, I'm here to listen and give any advice or help that may be needed. There is Small Park just a block over from here. Would that work?"

"That would be great." I explained while digging through my purse for money to pay for my groceries. I told Esme I would meet her there as I quickly paid for my food.

I made my way out of the store instantly my skin met with the cool air of early spring. I could not help but smile as the sun hit my face, I was thankful the rain had stopped. Placing my bags in the trunk of my car while thinking how desperately lonely I was. I had no friends, a husband that beat me whenever he could and most of my evenings I spent nursing a new bruise. 'I'm such a fool' I shrugged off the thoughts as I opened the door to my car, stepped inside and sped toward the park.

It was not a long drive over to the local Town Park. I had been here a few times when Josh had left out of town on business trips. I had always found it comforting to visit the park on a nice day. With the rain, finally letting up the afternoon was picture perfect. Birds sang in the green trees, clouds filtered the sunlight. If only my personal life could be as peaceful.

I pulled into the nearest space and waited by my parked car, Esme pulled hers right up side mine. Closing my eyes, I savored the warm fragrance that perfumed the air. I was nervous, what if she did not understand. Would she even care? Would she help me? What punishment was Josh planning for me at home? I started hyperventilating with my heart suddenly pounding I felt as if I was rapidly losing coherent thoughts and Esme slowly made her way towards me. Worry reflected in her eyes.

"Oh my god," I gasped, tears streaming down my face. I clutched onto Esme's arm as if it was a lifeline.

"Let us go find us a spot so we can talk" Esme said while pulling me away from my car. Walking through the park entrance, we strolled along the park path, with my long brown hair slicked back into a ponytail brushing against my back.

"Here, let's head over this way," With my shoulders slumped, Esme was leading me to a bench, and "You should sit down and calm yourself". Esme sat down gesturing for me as well to do the same.

As we sat beneath a weeping willow tree, a warm breeze swept by ever so often-carrying scents of the forest – damp ground and pine and water and a touch of some sweet wildflower.

An older looking gentleman was sitting across from us two rows down playing with his guitar, the case at his feet with some change in it. I was so lost in my mind that I did not catch all what Esme asked.

"Sorry Esme I was thinking, can you please repeat your question?"

Esme remained calm when she spoke "Bella, what did you mean you weren't happy? Please tell me what's going on with you?" her voice as sweet as always.

"Esme, my husband is not a nice man and it's only gotten worse since he found out I'm pregnant." I said. The breeze picked up slightly, rustling the leaves of the trees.

"You said your husband was not a nice man. What do you mean honey? What does he do?" She asked, looking me dead square in the face. What am I going to do? I really could no longer avoid the issue at hand any longer. It was now or never. And especially considering that would mean death sooner than later by the hands of my husband, so never was hardly an option for me. If I didn't do this for myself then I needed to do this for my child. He or she deserved a life without abuse. Reluctantly I began to spill to Esme some of what was going on. Things I been so afraid in the past to tell to another soul since my own parents had turned a blind eye to everything my husband had and was doing to me daily.

"He…um…he yells, slaps, kicks, and I am forced to things I do not want to do. The first time he became abusive was a few weeks after our marriage. I had accidentally dropped a glass, shattering it all over the kitchen floor. My husband Josh had grabbed my arm and I was so terrified. He was just so angry, he yelled at me before releasing my arm, backhanding me across the face. I remember my vision blurring and crying out, the copper taste of blood in my mouth. I begged him to stop, repeating I was sorry. That only seemed to make things worse. The next moment I was picked up off the kitchen floor and slammed into a near by wall. One of his hands found my throat while the other grabbed my breast. The next thing I know, he drops me to the floor, demands I have it cleaned by the time he gets back and I had better be in bed ready to please him. And Esme that is the way it has been almost every day these past two years. Nothing I do is right or good enough. He always finds some thing wrong and finds me at fault."

"Then why are you going back to that monster Bella? Why not leave?" Esme asked me in a small whisper.

"If I could leave, I would. I have tried but some how he knew. In addition, Charlie is dead but before that he refused to help, Renee disowned me because she couldn't be bothered with a lying daughter. I would leave if I had a place to go but I don't." I fumed,

"I'm stuck with a man I hate and I'm scared of what's going to happen to my baby once he or she is born. My baby deserves better and matter of fact so do I." I chocked out.

"You're not going back to vile man. I can not in good conscious let this go not when there is a place for you to go. You're coming home with me."

"No, you don't have to do that. All figure some thing out. I don't want to put you or your family in danger." I said. If I went that would mean I would have to see Edward, if I see Edward I do not think I will be able to handle it.

"You are a part of this family, always have been. Therefore, as being a part of this family goes I will not here any more about it. As a family, we will handle any thing that comes our way. Families help each other out. My home is your home. I don't care what you want, we will do what we have to, to keep you and my grandchild safe, you are coming home with me and that is final." Esme followed closely as we made our way out to our cars, me still partially recovering from my confessions.

Esme insisted I ride with her as she gently pushed me into her car. "Esme, My car…and my groceries, I can't leave them here. I'm sure I could just follow you home." Esme stood in my way of escape.

"Now Bella, you're like a daughter to me. I can tell your still upset and in no shape to drive. I will have one of the boys get it later and have them bring it over to the house." So I gingerly stepped in the car trying my hardest not to trip. "As for your groceries I'll transfer them over to my car. Relax dear, your safe now. Every thing is going to be alright."

"Fine." I mumbled while buckling my seat belt, trying to compose myself after she closed the door. In addition, it appeared Josh would have feed himself from now on. Once he realizes I am not coming back home, all hells going to break loose. Silently in my heart, I hoped I would not live to regret this.

2nd A/N If there are any mistakes found, can you please be kind of enough to point them out. I put this through spelling and grammar check but it has been known to miss a few times.