AN: It's been a while, I know. I still haven't even finished my app for Oregon. (I'm doing it tomorrow, I swear). And I have yet to hear back from PSU. But, on the plus side, it finally snowed in Colorado! And on Wednesdays next semester, I'll have three hours of Ceramics in the morning!
Anyways, last chapter was intense and we learned a lot. That Edward has wanted to propose for the past three years, but things always stop him (e.g. "the Jake thing", an overheard conversation between Bella and her mom, and his secret drug problem). Bella told him that he needed to talk to a professional and get sober before she'd talk to him.
I own a Milwaukee Weiner Shop t-shirt, but not Twilight.
Chapter Three: A Mess of Things
(Present)
Edward Cullen should have checked himself into a rehab center days ago, he had heard Bella's warnings, and instead of getting help, he was doing heroin more often than ever before. At first, he blamed himself, but lately he had begun to blame Bella. He even told her as much on her voicemail.
"Bella, you're such a fucking bitch. I'm trying to fix this, and you won't even answer my phone calls. I bet you're at Jacob's house, he probably left that wife of his for you, you whore. I bet that baby isn't even mine. I'm sure it's either Black's or one of his dirty pals." He had been leaving messages like this for three days, he had yet to sleep, and yet to come down from his high.
He had been staring at the walls for three hours, plotting some really shitty things, when someone banged on the door. His heart began to race even more than it already was.
He rushed to the door, pulling it open with an excited, "Bella?"
But it wasn't Bella on the other side, it was Alice.
Alice Cullen was the definition of perfection, never a hair out of place. But today, she had makeup running down her face and was still dressed in her pajamas at three in the afternoon.
"She left, Edward. You made her leave." Alice's glare was accusing and Edward was trying to slow his brain enough to process what she was talking about.
"I know she left, Alice. I've done nothing these last few days but know that she left."
"No, Edward. Not just you. She left Denver."
Without any pause, Edward emptied his stomach onto the floor. "What do you mean she left Denver, Alice? Where did she go?"
"I don't know. She made me drop her off at the airport last night. She said that she needed to leave, and for me to tell you not to call her anymore. She said that the baby is yours, and that you will never see it. Edward, she said that she can't involve me in her baby's life, because of the connection to you. Do you have any idea of how much I fucking hate you? You're my own brother, and right now, I wouldn't care if you overdose. You're a fucking junkie, and you're a deadbeat father, just like Emmett's dad. Bella will have a beautiful child with green eyes and brown hair, who will never even know who you are, and one day, while you're begging for change in the gutter on Colfax, your kid won't even float you a quarter. Do you have any idea what Jasper and I would give if we could just get pregnant? We've been trying for years! And you just give up your baby."
"I never gave up my baby! Bella took it away from me." Edward was sobbing now. His future wasn't looking too great, and he knew it.
"And whose fault is that?" Alice sneered.
"Fucking hers, Alice. I'm trying."
"Not hard enough. Lay off the smack, and when you realize that you're the only one to blame here, call me, and I'll take you to rehab."
If Edward had any say in the matters, that would never, ever happen. He would find Bella Swan without the help of his family, and he would raise his kid. Junkie or not.
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It had been four months since Bella Swan begged Alice Cullen to drop her off at DIA. At first, she was going to leave. She would've been on the next plane to Jacksonville in a heartbeat, if it wasn't for Jacob Black's phone call.
She was now living in the guest room of Jacob and Leah Black whose house was conveniently located two blocks away from St. Joseph's hospital, where she was currently sitting in a waiting room.
Today she would find out the sex of her baby. She had a feeling it was going to be a boy, but Leah was hoping for a girl.
"Bella?" The voice was too familiar for her liking, and she hoped that she could hide her face behind her hair. But there was no use, Dr. Cullen had already spotted her.
"Oh, Bella, I knew that was you. What are you doing here? Alice said you left Denver." All Bella could do in response was shrug.
Dr. Cullen caught sight of her swollen belly, and looked surprised. Apparently, no one had filled him in on the pregnancy. "How far along are you, Bella?"
"Five months."
"I don't intend to be rude, but I must know, is it Edward's?"
Bella scoffed, "Yes, Carlisle, it's Edward's. No one told you?"
Carlisle's eyes grew wider. "Who all knows?"
"Edward and Alice, for starters."
"Edward…knows? And he's not here?"
"I won't let him be here. Not until he quits the drugs."
Carlisle let out a strangled cry. "Drugs? Not only are you telling me that I'm going to be a grandfather, but you're telling me that my son is doing drugs? How bad is it?"
"It was bad when I left, Carlisle. Really bad." Bella had worked through all her anger towards Edward with the help of a therapist and was ready to forgive him, if only he would go through treatment.
"Bella, be honest with me, what is it?"
Bella looked into the face of Carlisle Cullen, and saw despair. "Carlisle, he's…he's doing heroin. You have to understand why I couldn't stay."
Carlisle felt a pang in his chest. He hadn't heard from his son in over two months, no one had. He had said he was going to find Bella, and no one has heard from him since.
"Bella, I absolutely understand. You aren't just thinking of yourself anymore…have you heard from him?"
"He calls me sometimes. It used to be every day, but now it's only about once a week. I think….I think he's starting to move on." Bella, hadn't said the words out loud yet, but the moment she did, fear gripped her. She had been counting on Edward getting through this and being there for her and their child, but with his calls dwindling, she was sure that he had chosen the drugs over her.
A short nurse entered the room, she was nothing out of the ordinary, but she managed to change lives daily. "Isabella Swan?" She called out.
Bella Swan bid Carlisle farewell, and went to discover whether she was having a boy or a girl.
A/N: Okay, short, yeah. But I think from now until Tuesday evening I will make it my goal to post at least one short chapter per day, and then once school starts on Wednesday I will try to post a longer chapter each week.
We'll see.
