All belongs to Stephanie Meyer, just borrowing these kids for my own twisted fiction story. If violence/abuse, drugs, and Eating Disorders bother you… then you clicked on the wrong link. Go read some fluff and stare at rainbows or something.

Beauty in Walking Away

BPOV

800 calories, progress.

I had just put EJ down, because trust me writing with a baby in your arms hurts after a while. But, I loved watching the little smile that appeared on his adorable face as he dreamed happy dreams. I wish it was that easy. I was still basking in the happiness when my history teacher Ms. Alderman –who was also a young single mom-, sent in my letter of recommendation. I was keeping college some sort of a secret. I didn't want to get any hopes up, just to let them fall. As I finished the last of my essay my phone rang. Without taking a look I knew it was Edward, I took one look over at the sleeping EJ in his portable sleeper, and answered.

"Hello," I sighed. It was 11 o'clock at night; doesn't he have school to get ready for tomorrow? Taking a few deep breaths I packed my paper away. I really want to make peace with Edward, for the sake of EJ, but only time can tell. And from the looks of it, with Edward's full ride scholarship to FSU and his arrogant naïve attitude, making peace just might not happen. I was just another small town stereotype.

Pregnant; with the quarterback's kid. 2011 would be a great year, I mean EJ's almost one, and that thought almost made me breakout into tears.

"Bella, open the door." Not tonight, I shut off the lights and put EJ's bottle in the microwave. He is not coming in here and starting his crap. He can take it somewhere else.

"No." I stated firmly shutting the curtains. 5 more seconds until EJ's bottle is done and I can hang up.

4…"Bella! Open this door now," 1… and a bang on the door.

"Or what Edward? Remember your SON is sleeping," I whisper-yelled testing the bottle on my backhand. He's six months old but he's always six weeks to me. Perfect temperature. Ethan started to stir and the knocking continued. I swear if he doesn't stop...

If EJ wakes up from Edward's knocking, Edward is staying up with him, but I know he isn't. So, I did what any other sane teen mom would do. I set my baby's bottle down, picked EJ up and swung the front door open.

"Happy now?" I asked Edward putting the phone in my back pocket. "The doors wide open and so is your son's eyes. So here," I handed EJ to him "Your night!"

He stepped into the house turning on the front light. "Bella, I came here to talk to you. Well no, I talk you listen." He was smiling; this could be good bad or REALLY bad. I'm hoping for the first.

I led him to what was now my side of the house, ever since EJ. People need their sleep. No one was awake at the moment so I motioned for Edward to be quiet but he just shook his head and laughed silently. As I opened the door to my room I felt subconscious, it was a slight mess. Between EJ, work, and school I hadn't gotten a chance to clean it since…last week maybe?

"Can we talk on the patio?" I asked referring to the double French doors that led to a small Tuscan style balcony. I worried about that, especially when Ethan starts walking and opening things, he might-I stopped the thought. I didn't even want to imagine anything like that being possible. I shuddered and took Ethan from him.

"Sure," He ran a hand through his hair and I got distracted once again."Whatever makes you comfortable, but you might want to wash your face. Were you..?"

He noticed, great. Now he thinks I was crying over him again, which was not the case at all. I was crying over the situation we were all in. And what we can do to make EJ's future better. I got half way through my essay and started bawling my eyes out, I couldn't take any of this anymore. I took his advice and set EJ on the bed, running to the bathroom to quickly wash my face.

Edward knew about my eating habits, and so did almost anyone who took a glance at me. You didn't have to know me well to know the truth. There has been times were I was admitted to the hospital and Edward would realize what was going on and feel a bit of sympathy for me. But that hasn't happened in, two years. The last time I was admitted I found out I was pregnant, and that changed my view on things a bit. I didn't recognize myself at first, my makeup was ruined, hair and clothes a mess, and my collarbone prominent.

I hated it, I wanted a healthy amount of meat on my bones, and I wanted a healthy relationship with Edward. If I can have a healthy relationship I can have a healthy me.

What I saw touched my heart. Edward was singing to Ethan and Ethan was giggling his adorable little baby laugh. I smiled; I could definitely see us being a family one day. A happy normal one, but then again it'll all go back to Edward. Is he willing?

-NLTM-

One minute he was smiling, the next he was getting down on one knee. At first I thought he was just tying his shoe, but then I remembered he took his shoes off in front of my room.

Is he serious?

"I know, our relationship, from being little toddlers who crashed their parents book club meetings, to teenagers crashing at each other's house, and even now" He paused looking at EJ on the bed , chuckling. "Taking turns changing Ethan's diaper, hasn't been the best. But, I want to change that Isabella. You know we were meant for each other since we were stealing ladyfingers and sharing tea under your mother's table. I loved you then, I love you now, forever and always. Would you grant me with delightful honor of being mine, my wife, soul mate and best friend forever?" He said all in one breathe with the most serious look on his face. I couldn't take all of this in so I looked anywhere but his eyes at the moment. The sky, the railing, the bed. Anywhere but his face. How dare he pull the marriage card on me, just months before graduation!

"I don't know what to say Edward," I began truthfully; I really didn't know what to say. Yes, no, maybe, over my dead body? This was too much too soon even though like he said; we knew each other since infancy.eithe

But was it right, to use that as an excuse to make a life changing decision like this? I mean yes, I would love to have a traditional family for Ethan but honestly I don't want Ethan to be anything like his father. Even though they share very strong physical and maybe mental features, nothing else. I don't want him to think of woman as just an object to use to his advantage.

He gently grabbed my wrist pulling me flush against him. "Answer me, please Bella. You are my life now, and so is Ethan." He seethed in a pleading tone and I scanned his face for doubt. It was there but I forced myself to ignore it. I wanted to believe him, I needed to. For me and for more importantly Ethan. He could have what I didn't. When I took too long to answer he gripped my arm, twisting the skin and it burned. It felt like my arms were pushed up against a hot stove.

Yelping slightly, I swallowed the lump of sadness in my throat. It was almost like I was being forced into marriage, but I knew deep down, so very deep, that I wanted to and needed to do this.

Maybe marrying him will change his view and attitude. But, this would have to happen after college because I'm not sure how it would work if we end up going to different schools across the country. I deserved better than this I know that, but I took one look at my baby sleeping peacefully on my bed and knew the answer.

Struggling and fighting to break free of his vice grip on my wrists I stumbled back a bit, and started rubbing at the soon to be bruises on my wrist. I hope he goes to hell.

"If I do decide to go through with this, you have to promise me to change your demeanor and be more of a father to EJ." I proposed. If he was smart he would agree to it. And I –might- marry him.

He nodded stepping closer to me pinning me between him, the railing, and a 25 foot drop.

"Then," I swallowed hard regretting the decision I was about to make but knowing it was for the better rather than the worst. Or the worst rather than the best. "Yes, I will grant you the delightful honor of being yours, Edward."

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