ENTRY 5
COOKIES AND FIRE

Looking at the messy kitchen around me, I smile as I look at what's been accomplished. Not that my babysitting charge was any help. Milk drunk and passed out in his carseat, my three-month-old brother Matthew almost made me wish things were different.

Especially knowing this is likely the last time I will see him ever again.

Thinking about the possibility of my own milk drunk child laying in their crib. A toddler begging to be chased. The laughs and happy squeals that come from them…

I see two dark haired children, a daughter, then a son about three years later. While the yard looks green and woodsy, it doesn't feel like Forks.

But it feels like it will be home.

That could have been my life right now, but sadly every single man I've dated didn't want that dream. They wanted fuck buddies and non-commitment.

That was until I took a flight from Jacksonville to Seattle and had a layover in Chicago. When one of America's most wanted men wanted me for his wife.

Looking at the cookies around me, all baked and ready to frost.

Though I know I should do what was asked of me and make them happy and loving. But I'm just not feeling it.

Figuring one last f-u to the town and the small sheeple who live here, I frost each of the hearts red and in white lettering write different sayings.

First of the bunch, NO. Then Gag. Followed by BITE ME, Next, GO AWAY, You Wish, NOPE, U STINK, and can you leave.

My favorite, which there will only be one of which will go to my fiance. I'M OUT!

After finishing my several dozen cookies that were ordered for the wedding that I don't want to attend, a wedding forced upon me after Charlie died protecting me. A wedding that is necessary to protect the rest of my family. Mother, Renee, stepfather, Phil, and little Matthwew.

Plus the free friends that I have left. Angela Webber and Lauren Mallory.

My new "BFF", my soon to be sister-in-law. Which if all goes well, won't happen.

Looking around the house for the last time, I hear the doorbell ring. Grabbing Matthew, making my way to the door, I see that it is my handler within the FBI.

"Hello, Miss Swan. Are you ready?" I nod and hand over Matthew to him and grab my two suitcases. Not much, a few pictures, some of my books and some clothes. Nothing that would make it appear that I was missing really. Not that many will work where I am likely going. All I know is it is cold there.

Looking around, I am grateful for the opportunity to not deal with the marriage.

Hopefully my cookies will be a good send off from my old life

Goodbye Isabella Marie Swan.

Hello Elizabeth Jane Morgan.

The small town that I was brought to is so small that it makes Forks look like a huge city.

But, even still, I am lucky to feel safe and protected. The bakery I got a job at, the owner lives next door and when he learned about my running from an odd man who won't take no for an answer, made sure that the bakery was updated in security. It made me feel really important and cared for.

It's been a quiet year since I left Forks and came to Hope, New York. Hidden within the Adirondack Mountains, it is easy to miss.

Which hopefully means that I won't be found.

Listening to the radio while I make Valentine's Day cookies to sell. The same ones that I made a year ago for the man I left.

My phone rings and instead of a number, I see on the screen, Your Past.

My blood runs cold knowing that means only one thing.

My Mob Boss found me and is coming for me.

Knowing this, I must prepare.

Talking to my handler is hard. I never really got a good feeling about him and over the last year pondered if he was taking information and giving it to the Mob Boss.

Especially knowing that he is currently on vacation, and I have nobody I can talk to.

The door opens and my boss comes in.

"Eliza. Are you alright?" I shake my head and show him the last call.

He nods and makes a few calls in a hashed voice.

"Eliza, I will be right back. There is a gun registered to you under the register." And with a smile replies. "A pink one."

Because a pink gun means that you don't have premeditation to use it to kill people.

Because pink is pretty for a girl.

Rolls eyes.

Grabbing the gun, I give it a lookover to make sure everything is the way it needs to be. I look out the windows to see if anything looks amiss. Fresh snow is on the ground making it look peaceful. The bakery is decorated with red, purple and pink hearts everywhere.

Until the door opens again.

"My Love." I hear the voice I have not wanted to hear ever again.

"Edward. What are you doing here?" I try to ask without shaking.

"Coming for you. We have a wedding to attend." He grabs my neck and arm then tries to take me.

I scream and fall around until I move enough to shoot him.

And shoot him I do.

He lets go, and before he hits the ground, I make sure he is dead.

By this time, NYS police are there and my boss is back.

All too quickly, my statement and gun are taken, videos are watched, and self defense is ruled.

I later find out my handler, Alec, was a cousin of Edward's.

My boss, Sam, was actually a former FBI who just wanted a break from everything.

The Cullen Mafia won't come after me.

What a way to spend Valentine's Day.

As a free woman.

Who loves her cookies.

#V3ENTRIES

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