*Disclaimer: I really want to say I own the twilight series and the characters, but sadly I must say the truth. I do not own the twilight series or the characters. Stephanie Meyer does.

Chapter Two

I needed help.

I knew I couldn't do this alone.

I was in the bathroom in front of the mirror, with my shirt pulled up a little; just bellow my bra but enough to see my enormous stomach. It was only two weeks since that night. Two weeks since he left. I shouldn't even been yet, let alone throwing up, have weird sleeping patterns and strange dreams.

But here I am, looking like I was four months not 2 weeks.

I was scared. No, I was terrified, but also…. I was happy. Ecstatic even. I was carrying his child (even though he told me his kind couldn't reproduce) and it would always have a part of Edward – cringe –, I still couldn't say his name. It hurt too much. But I was still happy.

I looked at my stomach again when I felt a very strong kick that left me breathless. Right in the middle of my stomach was an ugly, black and blue bruise. My child was already as strong as Ed--- him. I knew I had to leave. It wasn't safe for my little boy, yes I think it's a boy, or for Charlie or foe me. I started to cry silently again. I was losing everyone I cared.

Except for my little boy.

I'm promising myself right now that I will always be here for my son. I will never leave him like his father did to us.

"I love you, my miracle baby" I whispered to my stomach.

Once I finished crying, I pulled my shirt back to its right position, washed my face and left the bathroom.

I stood in the hallway listening for any signs of Charlie. He wasn't home.

I quickly ran into my bedroom without tripping (I know, shocking) and pulled out my suitcase and started packing some of my stuff, not a clue where to go. Once I packed the necessities, I brought some food with me. Hey, this pregnancy think makes me hungry. I put all my stuff into the truck and took one last glance of the house.

Before I left I quickly wrote Charlie a note. I at least owe him that:

Dear dad,

I'm so sorry for doing this to you, but I just can't stay here anymore. There are too many memories here. I hope one day you can forgive me for doing this to you. Just remember that I will always love you.

Love, Bella.

I quickly stuck it on the fridgeand went outside and locked the door, with tears threatening to spill over.

After looking at the house, for what I thought was the last time, I climbed into my worn out truck and started driving.

I was driving blindly, having no idea where I'm going. When I finally stopped, after what seemed a long time, I looked at my surroundings and gasped at where I was.

The place that started this all.

The place where things took a turn of the worse.

And the place where my son was conceived.

I was at……

The Cullen's house.

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