I have a story recommendation. Your Guardian Angel, written by xosmithyxo. It's just a light-hearted story. It's hilarious, yet serious at the same time.

I hope you enjoy this! It's one of my favorite chapters that I have ever written.


Today was the Fourth of July. My parents were putting the finishing touches on the house before the guests arrived for the Independence Day party. My parents throw a party ever year, for as long as I can remember. It became a Forks tradition to spend the Fourth of July at the Swan's house. Lucky us.

Thankfully, today was a nice, sunny, seventy-five degree day. Sunny. It brought my spirits up. It was almost as if the sun was telling me that everything was going to be alright.

I put on my jean shorts and threw on a light blue thin-strapped camisole. The jeans hugged my bottom, and the camisole clung to my flat stomach and rounded breasts. Normally, tight clothes made me self-conscious, but I had this feeling deep in my soul that I wouldn't have the flat stomach and body I have now for much longer. Last night I decided that I would enjoy it while I had it.

Of course, I wasn't much upset about the feelings I have been having. I wasn't the type of person to have a breakdown before something tragic happened. I needed proof, or something to happen, before I got upset.

I grabbed my small, tan purse and ran down the stairs.

"Hi, mom," I said while I was tying my white skateboard shoes.

"Where are you going?" She asked, taking in my uncharacteristic clothes and noticed that I was in a hurry.

"I just thought I'd take a walk before the guests arrive," I lied. I usually suck at lying, but lately it's been almost effortless—automatic. Probably because I knew lying was my only option. Well…the only option I preferred.

"Hurry back before two," she said, sounding unsure of herself.

I nodded, getting up and heading out the door.

I saw my dad, Charlie, setting up chairs on our lawn. He noticed me and waved. I waved back and continued my walk until I reached my red truck.

When I hopped in the front seat I took one last look at my dad and my house—soaking it in. I couldn't explain it, but I had this distinct feeling that things would be different from now on. It was almost an out-of-body experience. Surreal and eerie.

I took a deep breath and pulled out of my driveway, and down the street. When I reached the stop sign my cell phone began to ring. I dug it out of my purse and saw it was Edward.

"Hello?" I answered as I took a left.

"Hey, Bella," he replied, his voice sounding hollow and strange. It was like hearing a guitar that was out of tune. "Did you leave yet?"

"Yeah."

He was quiet for a second, then said, "I was doing my homework on pregnancy symptoms."

My breath caught, and I hit the breaks without thinking. The person behind me honked loudly as I flung forward, almost hitting my head on the windshield.

"Bella?"

"I'm fine," I said breathlessly, starting the car again. "I'm just nervous."

"I know," he said in the voice I recognized as sweet and sympathetic. "But don't worry. It'll be alright."

I turned right and muttered, "I'm glad you're sure of that."

"You should be too, Bella. Have some confidence."

I rolled my eyes and pulled into the drug store parking lot. I was about to tell Edward goodbye, but he began talking again.

"So back to the pregnancy symptoms, I read them and you don't have a lot of the symptoms they say you get."

"Edwa—"

"Like going to the bathroom constantly."

"Thank—"

"Or being irritable."

"I have to go," I muttered and hung up the phone. I know he is just trying to help, but he just successfully got my nervous rate from a nine to a nine-hundred. Any confidence I had vanished.

Because I was running to the bathroom constantly, and I was irritable. And more than that, I missed my period.

I walked into the drugstore, gripping my purse so tight that my knuckles were white, and walked straight to the pharmacy counter.

The person behind the counter was a teenage boy with hair that was obviously died black. He smiled at me and his eyes roamed over my body. I flushed a serious shade of red, and said, "I need some, pregnancy tests."

He looked at me, and his eyes held condemnation and shock. As if he never had a teenage girl ask him for a pregnancy test.

"What kind?" He asked.

"One of each," I said. I saw as he brought out a store-brand test, First Response, Clear Blue, and several others.

"That'll be seventy five dollars."

I blinked once, and reluctantly dug into my purse and pulled out my debit card, handing it over to him. I grabbed a large water bottle out of the fridge and added it to my bill.

"Good luck," he said as he handed me the bag. I ignored his words and noticed that I could clearly see the pregnancy tests through the bag.

"Can you over lap this with, like, four other bags," I asked. He looked at me like I was crazy and said, "that's not good for the environment. The less plastic you use the better."

"Look," I said, pounding my fist on the counter, making him jump. "I'm this close to having an emotional breakdown. Give me more bags."

He nodded, and hastily overlapped the tests with not four, but six bags. I grabbed it off him and stalked out of the store.

"Bella?"

I stuck the bag behind my back and spun around to Angela.

"Hi Angela." My voice sounded rushed.

"Getting more stuff for the party?"

I nodded, feeling my face getting hot. "Yeah, just some…last minute stuff."

She noticed I was in a hurry and, thankfully, let me go. "I'll see you at the party, then."

"Bye," I waved, already heading back to my truck. I felt her staring at me as I got into my car, then I saw her walk away.

I pulled out the receipt and made a face. Five tests for fifteen bucks each. How expensive.

I drank the last few drops of my water when I pulled into my driveway. There was already a decent amount of people here, and from the looks of it they were all in the backyard. I head my mom laugh from a joke, and my dad curse because the grill wasn't lighting.

I grabbed my bag and ran up the stairs, locking my self in my room. I had to go to the bathroom, hence the reason I bought the water bottle, and I opened each test box, taking out one test of each. I read the directions, which were all basically the same, and went into the bathroom, following the first of the directions. When I was done I laid them all on my sink counter, perfectly flat.

The hard part was waiting for the minutes to tick by. I spent the twenty minutes looking out the window, where I had a perfect view of the party. My dad had gotten the grill to light, and my mom was taking everybody's orders. I smiled when I saw Edward's Volvo park on the side of the street and walk into the backyard.

We were getting closer. We haven't kissed yet, but I knew it was coming. We were tied together by the tragedy I'm going through, that it would be difficult not to get close.

I looked down at my watch, and saw it was time. I took a deep breath, and walked into my bathroom.

Five positives stared back at me, and I lost it.

I had a feeling that I was pregnant, but I was ignoring the signs, hoping it was just a fluke or something. When it was confirmed, I didn't know what to do or how to react.

So I ran down the stairs, out the back door, where I found myself on my deck. I continued to run down the deck stairs, until I was on my grass. I knew people where staring at me, but I ignored them, continuing my run right to the center of the party. I saw Edward, and without thinking, I ran over to him. I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist to hold myself up, and wrapping my arms around his neck. He immediately reacted by putting a hand on my bottom to support me, and a hand on my head.

I cried like I had never cried before. I vaguely heard my mom gasp and my dad saying that he was going to kill Edward if he didn't remove his hand from my butt this instant.

But I mostly heard my broken sobs, and the voice inside of me that was screaming for people to understand her, and to hear her. I wanted my father to see that I was hurting instead of where Edward's hands where, and I wanted my mom to stop gasping and run over to me—cry with me.

"Bella," Edward whispered into my ear. "We'll get through this."
It was amazing that he knew that I was pregnant, before I even told him. He knew I was buying tests today, but I never told him I had taken them—or that I was going to take them today. We were in sync with each other. He hurt I hurt.

"I—I," was all I could say. A million things were running through my head that I couldn't think straight. I don't think there was any part of me that wasn't shaking. It was my worst nightmare—anyone's worst nightmare.

After what seemed like forever, I finally got off Edward, and wiped my eyes. People were still staring at me, shocked and concerned.

"You sure you're okay?" Edward asked, reaching his hand out to touch my arm. When it landed on me I took a deep breath, and felt a little better.

"Yeah," I said, my voice hoarse from crying.

I smiled at my parents, and turned on my heel, towards the front lawn. People were still arriving, and I heard "Hellos" and "Happy Fourth of Julys!" coming from their mouths. I sensed my mom and dad following me, but I didn't turn around until I was in the front lawn.

"What?" I asked, my voice a bit curt.

"What do you mean, 'what'?" My mom replied. "What was that."

"Are you looking for attention or something?" My dad asked. "Congratulations—you succeeded. People are talking all about you."

"They think you should be committed to a psychiatric hospital," my mom added.

"Well I'm sorry I'm such a disgrace to you," I snapped, irritated beyond reason. I wanted to go back into my room and cry. What was I going to do? Could I have the baby? Should I give it up for adoption? Abortion really wasn't an option for me, so at least that was one less thing I had to worry about.

"You aren't a disgrace to us," my mom softly said, stepping closer to me and giving me a hug. I kept my arms at my sides. My dad cleared his throat and gave me a stern look, so I returned her hug. "We love you, Bella. Don't you know that? So what if you made a mistake with Mike. We forgive you—don't we, Charlie?"

My dad shifted uncomfortably and muttered, "Yeah, yeah. Forgiven."

She rolled her eyes in aggravation at him, and stepped out of the hug, resting both hands on my shoulders, and looking at me in the eye. "If you ever have anything to talk about, Bella. I'm here—we're here. You know that, don't you?"

I nodded, fighting the urge to tell her everything. I was raped my Mike, and am now having his baby. I'm lost, confused, and just want to yell at God to take it all back.

"Can I skip the party, please?" I asked, just to be considerate. I was going to skip the party no matter what their answer was.

"If that's what you want, baby. Are you sure you're alright?"

The look she gave me made me think for a second that she knew my secret, and I began to panic.

"I'm fine mom. I'm fine."

I slipped out of her arms and went into the house, straight to my room. I went back to my window, and began to cry again, placing my hand on my stomach. I saw movement in the front seat of Edward's Volvo, and I looked closer. Edward was in there, squeezing his eyes shut with his hand, and banging his hand on the steering wheel.

I watched in despair as he sat there and cried, pounding on the steering wheel and the seat. He finally pulled into the street and sped down the road. I watched as his car got smaller and smaller until I couldn't see the shiny silver Volvo anymore.

When I made my way over to my bed I noticed a book lying on it. I picked it up and read the title, "So You're Pregnant—Now What?"

And although the appropriate thing to do would be to cry, I giggled and was touched. I knew this was from Edward—who else?—and I couldn't believe it. He kept telling me he was so sure I wasn't pregnant—to have confidence in that—that it was just kind of ironic.

I was glad I had something to do to pass the time until the party was over. Reading how miraculous it was for a baby to develop oddly got my mind off the fact that such a miraculous thing was happening inside me at this very moment. It wasn't something you can grasp easily, and I had a feeling it was going to take me a long time.

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"Bella!"

I jolted awake, and realize I had fallen asleep. I looked out my window and saw it was dark outside, then my clock, which read ten o' clock.

"Coming!"

I walked down the stairs, to see why my dad wanted me.

"What, dad?"

"Edward is here."

I nodded, and walked into the living room. Edward was sitting on the couch, his green eyes soft.

"Hi," I mumbled, giving him a hug. He hugged me back, but I could tell he was distracted by something. "What's up?"

My dad sat down on the couch, and my mom walked in with a cup of warm milk.

"Edward told us you have something to tell us," my mom stating. My dad nodded in agreement.

"What?" I turned my head to Edward, who was looking calm and comfortable—like he thought he was doing the right thing. "Edward—why did you do this me?" I yelled. "I trusted you to keep this a secret!"

"Bella!" My dad scolded. "What's going on."

I stood up. "Fine," I said, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "I'm pregnant."

They looked at me with shocked faces, then at Edward with faces that had the word, murder, written all over them.

"I'm going to kill you," Charlie yelled, getting up from his chair faster than I had ever seen him. I didn't understand it. Why would they suspect Edward got me pregnant, when we weren't even dating. I would have thought Mike would had been their first suspect.

"It isn't Edward's," I muttered.

"Mike!" Mom gasped. "I told you to wait, Bella! I told you!"

She was crying, and my dad had tears in his eyes.

"He raped me," I confessed, and all went quiet.

This story is very visual to me. It plays out like a movie while I'm writing it. I hope this chapter was intense. The part where Bella ran and jumped on Edward for a breakdown was the scene that I first thought of when I thought of this story. I hope I didn't mess it up.

I'm emotionally attached to this story—I was never raped or anything—because I have played it in my head so many times that it feels personal. I hope I don't offend anybody who has ever gotten raped with this story. I want this story to feel as if it is written by somebody who actually experienced something as tragic as this. I can't thank all of you enough for reading, and for many of you for taking time out to review. Thanks so much.

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