It's slowly coming along.

I really do enjoy writing this story, and all the other stories I have on here, but I'm fighting a losing battle with writers' block and it sometimes takes an hour just to write 100 words.

So, thank you to everyone that has stuck with me and is choosing to continue reading this story. It really means a lot.

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Edited: 23-04-20

As Bella pulled into the parking spot, I was instantly drawn to the snow and ice patches on the road. I was dreading any more ice incidents. Bella turned the engine off and turned to me, a grimace on her face.

"Mike and Eric," she said, nodding to the pair over by the school. I glanced at them and saw the pile of snowballs they had mantled and were waiting for unsuspecting victims. "Avoid at all costs." She added, her eyes dramatically wide as she pulled her bag from the floor and on the bench between us. I let out a giggle and shook my head at her dramatics.

"Avoid at all costs," I agreed, losing my smile as another flash of dread washed over me. Something was going to happen to Bella, I could just feel it. I needed to get her out of the truck. "Let's go see Angela," I suggested hoping Bella would agree.

She nodded and grabbed her bag, climbing out of the car. The door slammed shut and she made her way round to my side, waiting. She shrugged her shoulder at me as I smiled at her through the window, I knew she was nagging me for taking too long. My hand rested on the door handle when my phone slipped from my fingers and fell on the floor of the truck. I waved Bella off as she waited for me and I sighed in relief as she walked away towards Angela.

The feeling of her impending doom left me as she walked away. Whatever this strange feeling was, I was happy it wasn't surrounding Bella anymore. Looking down at my phone, I lent down and reached for it at the same time something collided with my side of the truck, sending me flying into the dashboard, smacking my head in the process before I met the floor.

"What the heck?" I whispered, staring up at the truck roof as my ears rang with the commotion around me. Pulling myself up, I rested my arm on the bench and rested my head in my hand as I glanced out of the window.

My side of the door was dented and Tyler's minivan could be seen pressing against Bella's truck. Tyler was leaning back in his seat, blood running down his face as he looked at me with wide eyes. My eyes widened in shock as I realised what had happened.

"Holy hell," I said, trying to pull myself up from the seat. Tyler was hurt, like really hurt. The thing that stood out most to me was that Bella should have been standing where Tyler's van was. I had somehow known what was going to happen to Bella.

How had I known that Bella was in danger?

As I stared at Tyler through the smashed window I was reminded of the accident that brought me here in the first place. I had been left like this after the crash, staring out at a cracked window as my mother called out for me in pain. She couldn't move and I later found out that the lower half of her legs had been severed upon impact. She bled out and died before she made it to the hospital.

Dad had died on impact, the windscreen shattering and embedding themselves into his neck and chest slicing through arteries and veins. It had apparently been painless and he'd gone within seconds.

The lorry that crashed into us had caused the car to capsize and our car had been crushed under the weight of the lorry and it was a miracle I survived.

Being trapped in Bella's truck and seeing the damage Tyler's minivan had caused had me going back to the accident that killed my parents.

I barely noticed when our cars were surrounded by every student that had been in the car park and that there was a lot of shouting and panicked cries. I did notice when Edward, Emmet, and Jasper pushed Tyler's minivan away from Bella's truck and Alice was in the truck with me, her cool hand cupping my face as she brought my eyes to hers.

"Hey, Row, look at me," she whispered, looking over my face to see if there was any harm. Her eyes settled on my forehead and I knew there must have been a bruise.

"Allie?" I asked, wondering where she came from.

"You've bumped your head." She didn't need to tell me, I already knew that. I also knew that I would be getting rushed to the hospital. "Carlisle will want to have a look at it."

"I'm fine," I assured her, knowing from experience that the slight bump on my head was nothing. As if hearing my thoughts, Alice screwed up her face and shook her head in disagreement.

"You've just spent a week in hospital because of a head injury. You've got a past of head injuries, you're going to the hospital." And there was no arguing with Alice.

Ten minutes later I was being wheeled into an ambulance, Alice sliding in the back with me as we were headward bound to Forks ER with a personal escort from Charlie and a worried Bella.

Carlisle met us when we arrived at the hospital. His eyes were roaming my face, resting on the bruise that had formed on my forehead. He had ushered me straight for a scan and wandered off with Alice as she whispered to him quickly.

An hour later I was sitting in the ER with Tyler as he went on and on about how sorry he was and how he didn't even know what was happening until it happened. I was about to tell him it was okay when Bella came rushing into the room, Charlie following behind her.

"Oh my god, Row, are you okay?" She asked, throwing herself at me and scrambling onto the bed. I rested my hand on her shoulder as she wrapped me in a crushing hug, her arms strangling me as she sobbed into my shoulder.

"I'm good, but you're kinda killing me now," I said, patting her as she held on tighter. I guess she had never been this scared before considering she was strangling me with her love.

"Yeah, Bells, let go of the girl," Charlie said resting his hand on Bella's shoulder as she pulled away from me. "You gave us all a scare there, Row."

"Sorry, Charlie." I paused, frowning as a thought came to me. "You know, this isn't my fault. I wasn't even driving the truck, I was just sitting there. And, if I didn't tell Bella to go to Angela she'd be squished. As flat as a pancake."

Charlie frowned at my words, shaking his head as I waved my hands at my explanation of a Bella pancake. He rolled his eyes at me as he looked around the room, his eyes settling on Tyler. The poor boy had a bandage on his head, cuts all over his face and a broken arm.

"It's not even his fault, Charlie, there was ice and he tried to brake." Bella squeezed my hand as Charlie opened his mouth to reply but was cut off as Carlisle walked into the room coming straight for us.

Bella was looking at him dumbfounded and I wanted to reach out and close her jaw. Charlie looked as lost and scatterbrained as his daughter and I found it mildly amusing. As Carlisle walked over to us with his perfect face drawing the attention of everyone and taking Charlie's bout of anger off Tyler.

"How's my favourite patient?" Carlisle asked as he picked up my notes and checked over them.

"You saw me an hour ago and I'm still feeling fine," I said, rolling my eyes at his perfect smile. He could make anyone combust with a smile like that. All the Cullen's could.

"Everythings come back clear and I'm happy to say you can go home." He laughed at my victorious cheer, my arms flung in the air in excitement. "Unfortunately Cora's been called to Port Angela's to assist with a critical case, but she's asked Esme to take you home and watch over you."

I had never met Esme before, but I'd heard a lot about her from Alice and Emmett. Apparently she was the best mother and she was an exceptional cook. It must explain why they never ate at school. If they were getting amazing meals at home why would they eat cafeteria food?

"She could have come with us," Bella said, looking put out as she glanced between Carlisle and Charlie.

"Esme insisted she help out considering Alice talks about her all the time. She wants to meet the girl that has our children captivated," Carlise said in reply to Bella. I saw the tightening of her jaw and knew why she was upset.

Whenever Bella came round the Cullen's made an excuse to disappear. She was certain they didn't like her and I was finding it hard to make up reasons why that isn't true.

"When can I leave?" I asked just wanting to get out of here. I didn't want to linger any longer than I had to.

"Right now," Alice sang as she flung herself around Carlisle and into me, her arms slinging around my neck. A shiver shook me at her cold embrace but I wrapped my arms around her happy she was here. I was used to the unusual coldness that followed the Cullen's. Perhaps they needed to turn up the heating in their house.

"Allie," I whispered, smiling at Carlisle over her shoulder as he shook Charlie's hand and left. "Where's Esme?" I couldn't see anyone else with her so I assumed so was off doing something or waiting for us.

"She's signing your discharge papers. I'm here to sneak you out of the staff exit to avoid the entire school." Glancing to Bella in confusion, I saw the sheepish look on her face as she ducked her head to avoid me.

"What?"

"Everyone's worried about you, Ronnie, the whole school is waiting in reception." Alice sounded excited about it, almost like it was the paparazzi waiting for a celebrity. "I know what you're thinking which is why I'm here to sneak you out the staff exit."

"Can we go now?" I didn't want to be sat here anymore if I didn't have to. Alice nodded and helped me off the bed, her hand sliding down my arm to steady me. "I'll catch you tomorrow Bella?" I asked, knowing she'd be picking me up. Wait. "Umm, how are we getting to school?"

"Your Nana's got that one sorted, sweetheart," Charlie said, resting his hand on Bella's shoulder as she stood beside him, "You've got a surprise when you get home." With that, he guided Bella out of the room, not even bothering to explain anything to me. I glanced at Alice wondering if she knew what he was talking about.

"Let's go wait for Esme by the car," she said following Charlie's lead as she led me out.

Esme reminded me of my mother.

Her soft smile and the way she cupped my face and checked me over for injuries was so maternal I wanted to cry.

It was then I realised I was jealous of the Cullen's.

Not because they were beautiful and talented. Not because they had nice clothes and expensive cars. Not because of their money, but because they had a mother.

Even if she wasn't their biological mother, at least she wanted them. She chose them.

It made me yearn for my own mother and that hurt.

I'd never be able to see her again. I'd never be held in her arms and cuddled when in pain. I couldn't go to her when I needed a mother to answer all my unanswered questions. I could never have a conversation with her or laugh about silly things or cry because I was being stupid.

I missed her and I was afraid that one day I was going to forget her.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Esme asked, setting her hand on my arm softly. I glance up at her, wiping away my tears as I take a mug of hot chocolate from her.

"I was just thinking about my mum," I told her, giving a soft smile as I hugged the mug to my chest. "You remind me of her."

Esme gave me a smile but I could tell that her amber eyes weren't smiling. She looked lost and sad as she looked at me. I knew she didn't know what to say.

"Your children are very lucky to have you, Esme," I said, sipping on the chocolate and sighed in content at the taste.

"I love them all dearly." She paused, tilting her head to the side as she glanced at Alice who was busy circling clothes in one of her magazines. "I had a baby once before I met Carlisle." She turned back to me, her hand taking hold of my hand. "I was married before to a … unpleasant man. I feared for my baby's life so I ran away, but I needn't have worried." I could tell that her story didn't have a happy ending.

I moved my hand in hers so our fingers were locked. I hoped it would show how sorry I was. I knew to say it wouldn't have any meaning. They were just words handed out by people that thought they'd comfort you when really they made you feel worse.

"I had him for two days before he died from lung fever. There was nothing the doctors could have done and I was devastated." She gave my hand a little squeezed and I looked up at her. "I'm ashamed to say I tried to kill myself." My heart picked up at her honesty but I didn't think horribly of her. I wanted to end everything when I awoke from my coma. I understood what she felt to lose someone. "Luckily Carlisle was there to save me and I eventually came to forgive myself as I fell in love with him."

"And you eventually ended up with five wonderful children," Alice said, joining us as she flopped onto the sofa next to me.

"Yes, I eventually ended up with my beautiful children," she agreed, giving Alice a soft, motherly smile.

"They are all lucky to have you," I said, looking between the mother and daughter with longing.

"I'm lucky to have them."

"Of course, though she has a soft spot for Edward seeing as he was her first," Alice said in a teasing tone. She leaned towards me and held up her hand to cover her mouth. "She spoils him rotten." She didn't bother with whispering but instead glared at Esme as the older woman laughed.

"I do not," Esme argued but I could tell from the look on her face that Alice was probably telling the truth.

"My brothers will tell you I was the spoilt one but that title actually belongs to my brother, Jackson. He's the third child and the second twin my mum had. He almost didn't make it during the birth and it was touch and go for months after, so my mother always saw him as her miracle."

"Edward's definitely the favourite, he was with Carlisle first, and Esme adored him from the moment she met him. Though I don't know why considering he's a moody g–"

"Alice," Esme warned her before she could say what it was she wanted to call her brother.

"I'm kidding," Alice teased, getting up from the sofa and looking out the window. "Oh, your Nana's back and she has your surprise." There was a definite tone of excitement in Alice's voice and I hastily got off the sofa and joined her at the window.

I felt excitement bubble through me because parked in the drive next to Nana's car was a 1969 cherry red, Ford Mustang.

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