A/N: What's this? Another chapter? It must be the apocalypse! I'm just kidding. But I did meet my end of the year resolution! And you guys get two chapters in one month! Yay. Good news for everyone! Honestly, this chapter just came pouring out of me! I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope. Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight, I just own this crappy computer and this wonderful (at least in my eyes) fanfic.

Bella's POV

I ran. I ran fast and hard. I only had twenty five hundred dollars to my name and I had to make that last as long as possible. I didn't know when Dimitri was going to wake up from his lamp to the head incident so I had to get as far away as possible as soon as possible.

About twenty minutes later and an agonizing two mile run I finally made it to the main highway. I knew the only way I would make it into the city was if I hitched a ride. Honestly, I was kind of terrified. You never know if the person you're hitching a ride from is a lunatic or not, but in my opinion I only had three options; hitch a ride and be safe (for now at least) away from Dimitri, hitch a ride and be murdered, or risk walking God only knows how many miles to Seattle and be caught by Dimitri and still die. Not surprisingly I chose option one.

After about half an hour of walking down the main highway with my thumb raised high in the air, a car slowed down next to me and rolled down the passenger window. I walked up to the car slowly and lowered myself so that I could see into the window.

"Hello there, young lady" A nice looking old man said.

"Um, hello" I said a little skeptically. I knew better than to trust a nice looking face. Or in my case a pretty face.

"Where are you headed?"

"Seattle. I don't care where in Seattle as long as I get there."

"I'm headed in that direction anyway so just hop in and I can drop you off."

"Thank you so much." I said, getting into the car. I hope he was as nice as he looked, but I knew better than anyone that looks can be deceiving.

"So what's a pretty young girl like you doing hitching a ride?"

"Oh well um my boyfriend and I got into a huge fight and I needed to get away and I didn't have anyone to call or anywhere else to go." Yeah, that was the understatement of the year, but its not like I could say, "My boyfriend of five years has been mentally, physically, verbally, and sexually assaulting me for the past three years. This morning I heard him on the phone with his mistress talking about murdering me so after I found out I packed a bag to leave, but he came home earlier than expected and was going to kill me right then and there instead of waiting to kill me as he had originally planned with his mistress so I had to smash a lamp into his head so that I could get out alive and then I ran." Yeah, right.

"Hitching is a pretty dangerous thing to do. You should've waited and tried to talk things out with him. Who knows what could've happened." Yeah, mister. If only you knew the truth, then you wouldn't be saying that.

"Um yeah. Hitching can be dangerous, but I try to be careful."

"Careful isn't enough in this world. You need to be prepared. You never know what can happen. So you always need to be ready. Remember that."

"I'll be sure to do that"

"Good. Now I hope you don't mind classical music. It relaxes me while I'm driving." He said, turning up the radio.

"Sounds perfect." Right now all that mattered to me was that I was safe. And that was all that I could ask for. Classical music or not.

~TA~

An hour and a half of classical music later we finally arrived in Seattle. It would be pretty difficult for Dimitri to find me in a city this big. There were hundreds of hotels and cheap places to stay. And I'm almost positive that Dimitri didn't know about the money I stole from him; I was always very careful taking it. I never took more than twenty bucks at a time. And with Dimitri being drunk ninety-nine percent of the time and wasting money at bars and casinos he never even noticed me taking that much. And in my opinion I deserved every bit of that money and more from all the abuse I've getting over the years.

I walked up and down several streets before I found a nice looking bed and breakfast that didn't look too pricey but was still pretty sanitary.

"Hello, I would like a room for two nights, please" I told the semi-young looking clerk.

"That'll be a hundreds bucks." She said, typing something into the computer. I gave her the money and waited for the key to my home for the next two days. I had to keep moving because I never knew when or where Dimitri was going to be looking for me.

"Breakfast is from eight to ten. Checkout is at noon. If you need anything just come downstairs and ask." She recited, as she probably had a million times before and handed me my key.

"Thank you" I said, before grabbing the key and my bag and heading upstairs to my room.

I unlocked the door and went inside. It was a beautifully decorated room. It had a queen sized bed, twenty inch TV, a microwave and mini fridge, its own bathroom, and a mini closet. In other words, it was perfect.

I had twenty-four hundred dollars left. If I stayed in a room that cost a hundred dollars every two days and only ate the food that came with the room than I should have enough money for twenty-five days. I knew I needed to find a job, but with only a high school diploma I knew that there wasn't many places that would hire me. And even worse I would only be able to work for the next four to five months before my little angel graces the world with its presence. I needed to figure something out. I needed to find a way to get money fast and a lot of it too. At least enough to keep me going for a few months. And I would eventually need to find an apartment because I wouldn't be able to consistently change hotels with a baby. I needed a home for my angel. I refused to let him or her have to deal with consistently moving from place to place, never having a real home or a room to call their own.

I had less than twenty-five days to figure something out and so far it wasn't looking good... I had no clue what to do. I had no where to go and I didn't even know my own parents phone number, which was quite sad, but after the abuse with Dimitri started he forced me to lose contact with everyone from my old life. Friends, family, everyone. I had nobody. I was utterly and completely alone.

For probably the millionth time in my life I wished I had never met Dimitri. My life would be so much better. I would have gone to college and studied English. I would probably be an English teacher right now and maybe I would even have a boyfriend or better yet a husband. We could have started our own family and I wouldn't have to worry about what I was going to do when I ran out of money or if my child would have a roof over its head. I would visit my parents as much as I could. I would be happy and I wouldn't have to worry about anything. I wouldn't be stressed and worried every minute of my life. I wouldn't have to worry when my next beating would be. I wouldn't be scared to cry, but tonight, for the first time in three years, I let the tears flow. And this time I didn't try to stop them.

A/N: I hope you guys were happy with this chapter, how fast I got it out and Bella's point of view. I know you guys want Bella and Emmett to meet like now, but I'm trying to work up to it. Please just be patient with me! Don't forget to leave me a nice little review telling me what you thought! Last chapter only got four reviews :(. I'll try to update the next chapter soon!

Shortcake0313: That would've been a smart thing to do, huh?

Jessa76: I hope this wasn't too much of a tease for you xD

~Lissie Boo