A/N: Hey ladies! back to Melody's POV again! I hope you enjoyed Charlie's mind though :).

I watched through the kitchen window as my father drove away. the traitorous tears were streaming down my blazing cheeks like there wasn't going to be a stop. It was good luck that Charlie didn't see through my terrible lies. It was the only thing I did lately – lying.

When I realized what the test told me earlier that afternoon, I went back into my numb daze again. Without a real conscience, I started packing a bag with the most important things to tag along. I needed help, that was for sure – I couldn't do this completely on my own. I thought of all my options as I threw some clothes into a sports bag. I couldn't tell Charlie since I was afraid of his reaction. How was I going to explain how this happened? I'm sure he knew what happened to get me in this state, but I couldn't simply tell him who caused all this. It wasn't only Edward's fault of course – I'd been there too, obviously.
The information leaflet of the pregnancy test told me to visit a doctor for a true test to make sure there wouldn't be any misunderstandings made. But going to a doctor in Forks was risking revealing my secret, since I wasn't completely human myself and seeing Bumpy was growing faster than any normal fetus would do, I decided against going to the hospital.
So that got me only one option left – leaving.

When I got my bag all packed and ready, I rummaged through my closet in search for my Forks High School sweat shirt. It wasn't exactly mine – it was Edward's.
He'd given it to me once, when it was raining as we were outside. He loaned it to me and when I wanted to give it back to him, he said I should keep it. After they all left, I stuffed it far away in my closet, not wanting to see it, but now it was just the thing I needed. Reaching in the far back, I finally found the grey, soft material with the green faded letters on it. I was glad it didn't have a hood, even though the neckline was pretty wide. Or I was just too tiny for a men's shirt. I sniffed the cotton and felt the sting of familiar tears. Tears of bitter mourning, tears of intense pain and the tears of raw passion.
It still smelled like him after all those weeks.

Once I put it on, along with a pair of skinny-legged boyfriend jeans, I went downstairs, taking the full loaded bag with me. in the kitchen I searched for the phone number of the small airport in Seattle and started planning my journey. When I was all set, I still had a few hours to kill until my plane would leave. I started writing a letter for Charlie, so he would know where I was and why I wasn't home. I wrote another small note for him, saying I needed to run some last errands, and left to go back to the pharmacist.
When I entered she smiled friendly at me as I closed the distance, stopping in front of her.
"I eh…I need some advice I think." I started. She looked down at me since she was longer than I was and her smile softened some more.
"it was positive?" she asked in return, making me nod and avoiding eye contact. She didn't need to see the wild emotions in my eyes. Her reassuring hand on my shoulder relaxed me somewhat, even though I didn't knew her personally. I asked her if I'd need anything to make sure my vitals and those of Bumpy would be held at the right rate and she recommended me maternity vitamins. She wished me luck when I left and somehow I thought she knew that I was leaving.

When I was back at the house, I saw Charlie's cruiser standing in the driveway. I swallowed heavily as I was about to lie some more.
When Billy called, this came as a relieve for me – I was planning to sneak out of the house, through the window at first, but this gave me the opportunity to at least be as safe as I could.

With the letter in hands, I tore myself away from the kitchen window. I needed to get going or I would miss my flight and I couldn't stand to lie another day to my father.
I gathered some food to take with me since I still craved to bite on candy bars and other sugary things, and went back to my bedroom. I neatly made the bed and cleaned up, before placing the white letter on my duvet. My room would be the first place where he'd look for me.

Dad,

First I want to tell you that I'm sorry for all this. I never intended to hurt you with my problems, so that's why it's better that I left. I need some time to think and some space for myself.
You don't have to worry about me – I'm perfectly safe. The reason I left tonight, though, was because I had to catch my plane.
Don't search for me, don't call me – I'll text you when I'm at my place of destination.

I love you Dad, forever,

x Melody

There was only one thing left, that I need to take with me, and almost forgot. I tilted the mattress of my bed, but frowned when I realized the book wasn't there. Maybe I left it underneath the couch the last time I read in it? it was such a long time ago…
As I turned off the lights, I walked down the stairs for one last time and went straight for the couch. Sitting on my knees and bowing down, I saw the black book laying there. I shoved it out and held it in my arms.
Picking up the small paper bag with food, meds and maternity vitamins, I put on my thick winter jacket and gloves, taking my car keys with me. outside I opened the trunk of the fiat to retrieve the sports bag, which wasn't too heavy to carry all the way too Port Angeles. I secured the food inside, along with the book and zipped it close, locking the two small zipper rings. I closed the trunk, locked my car and went back inside the house to hang my keys back in its usual place. outside again, I locked the front door with the spare key that lay under a rock beneath the wooden patio, and turned to leave.
I didn't look back, ignored the car and crossed the street. Swinging the bag over my shoulders, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and concentrated.

I'd do everything for you, to keep you safe and happy I thought to Bumpy, who moved inside my lower belly.

With that thought, I took off like bullet, through the dark forest of the small town Forks, leaving my new past behind and to start all over.

And I would never be alone again.

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When I neared the city borders of Port Angeles after three quarters of running, I slowed my fast pace a bit. I could still run, but close to the city, people might catch me easier. I sighed, feeling my legs start to ache, even as my shoulders. Still running, though, I finally found my fist destination – William R. Fairchild International Airport. From there I'd fly to my next stop in Seattle.

When I sunk back into the chair in the small plane, I looked around, praying I wouldn't see any people from forks who could say they'd know me. luckily the coast was clear from familiar humans. There were mostly business men, flying out for their next trip in Seattle.
We flew for a half an hour before the plane touched down in Seattle. There I needed to wait for a while before my next flight would board. With my bag along my shoulders, I headed for the Starbucks café to grab a coffee. With the warm cup of vanilla latte in my hands, I left the shop to leave for customs. Luckily, it wasn't busy, so I didn't have to wait much long before the let me through.
Waiting for my flight, I sipped at the now tepid coffee. Suddenly I felt a kick from the inside out again, noting this one was stronger than the one from this morning. Bumpy was really having fun in there. Or it was mad I was drinking coffee?
Upon the last thought I felt another, softer, kick. Yep, definitely the coffee. I laid my hands down, as if I was warming the space where it was laying underneath my skin. Moving higher, up to my navel, I gasped when I felt it was slightly bigger, and tougher underneath. I'd always thought they were all joking with the fast growing stuff – they clearly didn't at all.

As my flight was called in, I stood up, following the mass of people who were headed to the same plane. Some people looked at me strangely, wondering why a young girl like me would be traveling by herself. I still couldn't help it that I equalized a thirteen year old.
I settled into my chair, sitting next to an older couple who smiled friendly at me. we made some small talk and I learned they were going to visit their children, to celebrate New Year's together. That made me halt – I didn't even realize New Year's was in two days.
When the plane started to take off, the stewardess started talking about all safety things and rules. I started to really listen when she neared the end of her talk.

*…Now, I'd like to wish you all a safe and comfortable flight to Los Angeles, California!*

"Miss? Miss, we touched down in Los Angeles." I heard feminine voice exclaim at my side. A hand shook my shoulders, making me slowly come back to consciousness. I squeezed my eyes before opening them, my pupils dilating from the bright morning light. The sun was just coming up from above the ocean. Another pat on my shoulder made me aware of the stewardess who stood next to me with an irritated, fake friendly smile. I looked around and noted that the whole plane was empty.
"My apologies, ma'am, I haven't slept in a while so I think my eyes decided it was time for that" I rushed out, blushing and standing up. I felt the usual turn in my stomach, but ignored it – I could puke freely when I got to the house.

The stewardess led me out of the airplane into the halls where normally a whole bunch of family awaits their loved one. That wasn't the case for me since nobody knew I was coming here. I turned my phone back on, cringing as I saw the amount of messages and missed phone calls. Seeing my siblings' names standing on the screen a few times, I take it Charlie called them in worry. It pained me to ignore it, but if he'd call me right now, I wouldn't be able to lie any longer.
I pushed the IPhone back in my jeans pocket and headed for the space where I'd get my sports bag.
When I'd retrieved my bag, bought something to drink, and arranged a taxi, I went to the other side of LAX.

I was still shocked about what I'd found out and how I was feeling. the fact was that I didn't even knew how I felt about it. it still seemed so impossible to me, but yet so logical. During the five hour plane ride to get here, a sudden realization hit me.
My sisters had children.

Scarlett was like me, a vampire-hybrid, even though I'm still in my human phase. Adam was like Edward, a vegetarian vampire. I figured a male man, vampire or human, would be able to conceive children until dying – they never got menopauses or fertility cycles. I knew it had taken a while before Scarlett finally got pregnant, because her body was already part immortal and had difficulties with not rejecting the embryo.
I'd only had sex with Edward once, but I was much more human than my sisters were at the time, so it was much easier.
Not that the whole night had been easy. It had been one of my most favorite and the most horrendous nights of my existence. The extraordinary pain was still there, but somehow Bumpy seemed to ease it.

I didn't have to wait for my taxi as it was five in the early morning, and got in. I instructed the old man where I needed to be and he turned on some classical music before driving off to 904 R Crescent Road, Los Angeles.
Not very much later, I asked the driver to stop. We'd drove upon Crescent Road by now, but not wanting to attract too much attention, I decided I wanted to walk the last five hundred meters. I paid and thanked the friendly taxi driver and got out of the car.
"Let me help you, miss, a pregnant woman shouldn't carry such a heavy bag by herself." He said, standing next to me just when I reached out for my bag in the trunk. my breathing stopped as he said the word. I looked down and noticed my shirt had been clinging tight over my belly, probably from sitting in the taxi.
It was thus big, it would be recognized.

I blushed richly and chuckled from the nervousness as the man handed me my bag and winter jacket. I nodded and thanked him again as he wished me good luck and a very nice day.
As he drove away, I quickly smoothed my large Edward sweater, checking if it wasn't clinging at any place and started walking.
There weren't many houses here, though you couldn't even call them that. It were Luxury Estates, probably bigger than the Cullen estate was. As I neared, and saw my old house from farther away, heard the rise and fall of the waves that lay behind it. the woods weren't far away from us and an easy way to escape for a hunt or danger. This was one of the most empty, but beautiful places of the whole city.
Getting closer and closer, I saw the light in the kitchen was already on. that was normal – there was always someone awake in our house. Bad luck for me was that I didn't have a key anymore since I left for forks. They told me to keep it for when I wanted to come back, but I assured them I wouldn't
How things changed.

I stood in by the front door now, nervously biting at my lower lip. How were they going to react? They'd be angry that's for sure since I hadn't let them know where I was. swallowing and taking a deep breath, I knocked silently on the door. I waited, faintly hearing footsteps coming into my direction. The minds in the house were quiet – my cousins were dreaming, even as Skye and Nathan were. Layla just woke up from her two hour sleep while Scarlett was in the shower. Adam was busy gathering his stuff he needed for work, which only left one person who was walking up to the door. 'seriously, I may be a vampire but which human is so fucking delusional to knock on my door at half past five in the freaking morning?'
The door swung open, revealing Chris' scowling face. However when he saw me standing there, his eyes went wide in shock.

"Woah! I didn't expect you here! Is there something wrong? Jesus, we've been worried about you, pigmy! You could've called! Charlie's getting mad at his mustache, man!" he exclaimed brightly, even though I could separate the angry tone. I smiled cautioned, casting my eyes downwards and blushing a light shade of pink. Bumpy kicked my belly violently as I snapped my jaw together. I'd need a bathroom sooner or later.
"Come on in, we're just waking up anyway." Chris mentioned, waving his hand before grabbing my forearm in his hand and taking me inside the still partly dark house. I dropped my bag in the hallway, along with the jacket and sighed, taking in the all too familiar surroundings, smells and sounds.
Home is where the heart is, they always say. And even though my heart was somewhere entirely else with Edward, this still felt like home.

A/N2: :) so she's back in La. you need to knwo that i've never been there or so, never went with a plane either so this is pure imagination...I hope it's not to unrealistic though...