"I will never be afraid again
I will keep on fighting until the end
I can I walk on water , I can fly
I will keep on fighting until I die"
--"I can walk on water, I can fly"- Basshunter.

January 24, 2007
I was a cold evening, a lonely one too, I might add. Mike was at the bar. Unfortunately, it wasn't the fact he goes to the bar more than he comes home that bothers me, it's what happened when he does decide to come home. I heard the door open and several grunts. "greaaat" I thought.

"You are the worst wife in history! Unaffectionate and completely boring!" Mike slurred. "Stupid drunk" I complained to myself.

"Look, Mike as much as I would love to hear your complaining, I have to go in the office tomorrow and review some manuscripts" I said his name with disgust. I mentally smacked myself for it though. My face was made by mikes hand instantly.

"You will never talk to me that way dear. You are mine no one else" Mike laughed. I could smell the vodka coming off his tongue. Gross.

He passed out quickly after horrible sex. I decided to call my long time friends Alice and Rosalie. I haven't spoken to them since Mike forbade it. But I needed out of here, and I know they could help.

Present Day.

"Bella! Let's go! We need to get to the airport!" My best friend Rosalie screamed from the front door. Rosalie was stubborn to say the least, and extremely blunt. She was the definition of stunning. Beautiful blonde hair, amazing blue eyes, 5, 9'. She was model material. She was one of America's top automotive technicians, she owned line of cars, as well as repair shops.

"Just one second!" I called quickly. Putting the final touches to my Goodbye letter.

"Michael,

As much as I thought we had something 'special', I have come to terms that I simply was just looking for safety. Our life was a waste of my time. Don't bother trying to talk to me out of this. Divorce papers will be in your mail box in a week, two tops. I have changed my number, and many other things. I will not be abused, verbally, and physically anymore. I loved you, but you made me, hate me. This is goodbye, forever.

Bella.

"Bella, sweetie, are you ready?" Oh Alice, she is quite the character. Hyper-active, and incredibly sweet. As well as Rosalie, she is quite beautiful as well. Short spiky hair, small frame. She is quite the Pixie. Alice was one of the biggest, most popular fashion designers. She has her own line of clothing, very popular in Europe. Oh how I love her so. "Yes" I smiled back at her, walking out of his house.

I called Rose and Alice that night, in tears. I wasn't happy there and they knew it. Thankfully they were both in a position to wear they are able to leave. In a matter of weeks we found a small three bedroom, two and a half bathe apartment. Going through the airport was a blur to me. I must have been deep in thought.

"Now boarding flight number 67 to New York"

"Bella, that's us" Alice grabbed my hand and smiled to me. I blinked and quickly smiled back. I sat in the window seat, Alice in the middle, and Rosalie at the end. When the plane took off and stabilized I quickly spaced out, staring into the endless sky, while I could vaguely hear the conversation between Alice and Rose. I closed my eyes, before I knew it I was out.

It felt like I had just fallen asleep when I felt a hand shaking me shoulder.

"Bella, Bella. Wake up! We're Landing!" Rose said in a some-what annoyed voice. I know she loves me though. As I was getting up I accidently bumped into a beautiful woman.

"Oh, I'm sorry, pardon me" I apologized.

"Nonsense dear. It was only an accident, no harm done. My name is Esme by the way, and you?" She was genuinely a sweet lady, her smile was contagious.

"I'm Bella" I smiled as I shook her hand.

"What a beautiful name sweetheart, are you staying here for good?" Esme cocked her head. I nodded.

"Well that's outstanding, I hope to see you around one of these days" She winked. What a sweet lady.

I got off the plane and caught up to my girls. They were waiting for their luggage. The rest would be coming tomorrow morning. My mind is buzzing. This feel so surreal, I never thought I would actually get out of my certain hell. But thank God for my best friends, they have given me a new start and I couldn't thank them enough.

It's a new life.