Hey Ladies And Gentlemen, I'm sorry I haven't been writing. It sucks but here we go. I hope this chapter is up to your standards. I know I've been lacking in the publishing part. This chapter is from Bellas Point Of View.

I'm so sorry if it seems like I am dragging on the romance but I have read so many fanfictions that have focused on a 'quick love' this is by far a quick love.

I'm considering doing small chapters so that I can update easily, if anyone would like to try having a go at swapping emails and writing alongside this story then I will gladly reply. No matter what part of Earth you are. I'll even translate it.

And the story continues...

Previously in Slave to Life

"I saw the dress last night, young lady, and let me say you can mend it but it is yours to do with whatever you must. To make it up to me you'll let me and Rosalie take you shopping, Edwards treat" She winked at him as if it was planned. He smiled down at me and rubbed circles on my arms. "Plus we need to sort out your wedding dress! Deary me this will be most thrilling!" She chirped.

I must know that in future to ignore Alice. Or at least avoid her...if Edward lets me.

Alice. She thought that if you only had access to a bit of fabric – you could sew it into a dress. Whether it is a formal dress or a play dress. I, on the other hand, didn't want a dress. I could make a dress ~ I always have been able to make a dress. I had to learn to fix Mary's dresses and the others clothes. I wanted the childhood that everyone should have – I wanted to play in the mud and dance in the rain. Shouldn't everyone have the opportunity to do that?

I would be a wife anytime this month. August was the perfect month for a wedding – if I could have chosen (from my own free will) then I would have had an August wedding. The sun was just right. The sky had the right temperment. Maybe I wanted the bliss that came with marriage. I hadn't had the choice of a life. Slavery was my only ever option. I would be a slave to my husband. I would be a slave to anyone of the hierarchy. Did I have a choice for this life? No. I never do. What made things worse - I had no money - I couldn't escape. I was destined to be a slave. Pathetic. I was pathetic.
"Isabella, where are you?" Edward asked as he sat next to me on the bench. The bench was on a hill near the main house under an apple tree. I looked at him - is he for real? I was right here. No where else.
"I'm here?" I questioned him. Was he stupid? Maybe an apple fell on head but no. It didn't. I was just being a drama queen. Or in my situation - was I a drama slave?
"I know you are but what are you thinking of?" He asked. He seemed to have a confused look on his face. Was he questioning the fact my inability to answer fully?
"When will you teach me to read?" I asked confidently.
"I will once I know where we stand. Usually a women doesn't need to know how to read. Although I think teaching you how to read will be very helpful to our children," He answered smiling. Children? He wanted children. I didn't know what he wanted from me. I am not a motherly figure. I am just a slave. A servant to humanity.
"But you will teach me?" I asked hopeful. He nodded then reached into his pocket and pulled out a notebook. He unwrapped the string that bound it together.
"This is my journal. I want to be able to teach you to write your thoughts and feelings down. Or the events that have taken place. Like I have. No-one would read it. It'd be only yours to access. If you want to share your work - share it," Edward explained. "I will start teaching you very soon. Maybe after you go shopping?" I quickly nodded my head and smiled. I hugged him. Not because I had to but it just felt like an emotion that I couldn't stand to hold inside me any longer.

"Thank you," I breathed. He extended his hand. I held it. As we walked towards the main house, Alice burst through the doors with her outdoors coat on and another one in her arms.
"Oh dear, you must wear it. Can't have you catching a cold now, can I?" She winked and opened the coat indicating that I must put my arms through. I never had worn a coat like this before - the wool was heavy as it draped over my arms and it covered the skirt of the dress. The corset that Alice had made me wear for that day was excruciatingly tight. Apparently, she wanted me to show Edward exactly what assets I had.
"You look stunning today, my love," Edward whispered closer to my ear.

The car pulled up at the front doors of the Cullens main home. The Model-T Ford ran smooth and the driver got out from the drivers seat to let myself and Alice into the seats.
"Billy, I won't be needing your services with my car today. Please head to see your children for the remainder of the day," Edward suggested. Billy nodded slowly not accepting what was happening. If one thing, those who could afford it, did not drive their own vehicles. Maybe it was because the hierarchy of society never let the higher class serve to the middle or the poor. I wouldn't have crossed paths with Edward. I would have never felt this way. We had shopped for fabrics - some midnight blue, others were deep red and green - had they chosen these dresses for a reason? A man walked up to me. A scruffy man. The man had teeth missing and a disorientated. If I had stayed there -homeless- would I end up like him?

Preview:

"How much?" He asked.

"Excuse me?" I asked shocked by his apparent rude gesture.

"How. Much. You. Stupid. Whore" He punctuated so that his sentence sounded rougher. He grabbed hold of my arm. "Where's Loverboy now, Precious?"

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

As I said above: I'm considering doing small chapters so that I can update easily, if anyone would like to try having a go at swapping emails and writing alongside this story then I will gladly reply. No matter what part of Earth you are. I'll even translate it.