The world of Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I like to play in it.

I was initially inspired to write this FanFiction by 184's Surviving Love. She has graciously allowed me to do another take on her idea. In this story, I wondered what would have happened if Bella was worried enough about Carlisle and Edward's attempt to save her by aborting the baby that she felt compelled to flee the household to save her unborn child. Who would have helped her? How about a homeless girl in Seattle and the youngest member of the wolf pack?

This story takes place during Breaking Dawn, and occurs after the honeymoon, as Edward and Bella return home early from Isle Esme after they learn she is pregnant.

Chapter 2 – Port Angeles, Washington

As I race down the 101 in Alice's Porsche towards Seattle, I stroke my stomach, sending calming thoughts to my little nudger.

It doesn't take long before both my cell phone and the car phone begin to ring. I turn off my cell phone, as I need time to think. I am sure the Cullens will follow me, and I start to plan a false trail to leave to distract them. I just need to find a place to stay for a few weeks, until the baby is big enough to be delivered safely. I know they will find me, and I eventually want them to find me, but only when my nudger is strong enough to live outside my womb.

I decide that when I get to Port Angeles, I will lead a false trail across the border into Canada, while I continue on to Seattle. The flashy Porsche will get noticed. I think about putting it on a ferry and sending it across to Victoria, but can't figure out how to get the car through Canadian customs on the other side. So I buy a ticket for the ferry and then make a reservation for a hotel in Victoria, Vancouver using the credit card. I don't plan to use either the ticket or reservation, but I hope that the Cullens will focus their initial recovery efforts in those areas, throwing them off of my true route.

I stop in Port Angeles at the dock by the Vancouver ferry and park the Porsche in a garage. I pre-pay for two weeks and tip the attendant to keep his eye on my car. He tells me he can't guarantee the safety of such a beauty, but parks it as close as possible to his booth.

I pick up a PennySaver magazine at a stand outside the parking garage in order to check the ads for a less flashy car. It's starting to rain. I'm exhausted and I hurt all over, so I grab a taxi and ask the driver to take me to a hotel.

Once at the hotel, I make a few calls about the cars listed in the PennySaver. I find a Taurus in an ad and call the owner, who sounds like she might be trustworthy. She is more than willing to take cash for her car. We agree to meet in the morning, and I start to crash. The hotel room is small and plain, with golden bedspreads and paintings of ships on the walls. It is an older hotel and smells of cleaning agents, but is neat and well cared for. My body hurts everywhere. I am utterly exhausted, and I want to collapse.

But first I review the phone messages. There are messages from every member of the Cullen family, including forty-five text and phone messages from Edward alone. I can't stand to listen to the voicemails, as I am sure they will only break my heart, so I start with the texts.

Text from Alice: "B-call me, what r u doing?"

Text from Rosalie: "Bella, I know u r scared, but I will help you. I wish u had talked to me b-4 leaving."

Text from Carlisle: "Bella, please call me as soon as possible. I know you are worried for the baby, but we are worried about you. Please call me so we can discuss this calmly. I won't force you to do anything."

Text from Edward: "Love, I need to hear your voice, to see you. Where are you?"

I send a return text to Edward, "I am ok. I am tired and going to rest. I will call u in the a.m."

He immediately texts back, "Ok, sleep well my love."

The next morning, I meet the car owner at the appointed time in the hotel coffee shop. I explain I am leaving an abusive relationship and just want to pay cash for the car. The woman is sympathetic and clearly worried over my haggard appearance. She gives me information about several free clinics in the area and suggests I contact shelters for abused women. I tell her I am going to Seattle, and she advises me to look for shelters in Seattle and to make contacts with the women's organizations there even if I don't stay in a shelter.

I pick up some cereal and fruit while I'm out, then return to the hotel room and try to eat. Nothing tastes good, though. I pick at the food a little and then give up. Finally, I take a deep breath, steel myself, and call Edward.

Edward answers on the first ring, "Love, how are you? Where are you? I'll come pick you up".

I reply, "Not yet, I just need time to think."

"Please, not without me, I can't stand your absence," he pleads, sounding so agonized that I can feel my heart breaking.

I tell Edward I am going to get something to eat and will call him later. I order room service and choke down some eggs and toast, but throw everything up. Feeling weak, I order some soup and tea. I look for the address of the medical clinic and take a cab to it. I know I can't let a doctor examine me, but maybe they can give me some ideas about food or herbal supplements. Anything.

When I enter the clinic, the receptionist rises from behind her desk to help me into the waiting area. I am quickly ushered to a room to be seen by a nurse practitioner. The nurse practitioner wants to call the doctor to examine me, but I realize that the bruises on my belly from the baby will look like abuse, and they might feel obligated to report it. With the Cullens checking for me everywhere, I don't want a record of a possible abuse victim going onto the police blotters. And of course, I can't actually let anyone do a full exam. They'll feel that something is different. So I demur, based on the fact the doctor isn't currently at the clinic, as she is at a hospital delivering a baby. I tell them I will go home, get some rest and eat, and promise to come back. I also ask for recommendations for herbal teas, and they give me some that they keep in the clinic. They also give me the name of a woman herbal doctor.

I finally call Edward at the appointed time.

He answers immediately, "Love, where are you?"

I can tell he is in his car. "I need more time," I reply.

"Darling, you need us with you, so please come home. Please tell me where you are," he asks. He sounds exhausted, if it is possible for a vampire to be exhausted.

"I need more time," I answer.

"We know you've been to Port Angeles, as the police found Alice's car. We told Sam you were missing and ill, so now the wolves are searching for you too. Please tell us where you are, so I can bring you home," Edward says softly.

I panic, as I wasn't expecting Sam and Jake to be involved. That means there are more than just the seven Cullens looking for me. I need to move. "I'm sorry, I need to go. I'll call you later," I whisper as I hang up the phone.

Just then there is a light knock on the door. A young maid enters. "Sorry to disturb you, I can come back later to make up the room," she says shyly. Then after she looks at me more closely, she blurts out, "Oh, Miss, are you ok?"

"I'm ok, and you don't need to make up the room, it's alright," I reply.

"No, I don't think you're alright," the girl states softly, as she comes over and sits on the bed. "What's wrong?"

***Author note – looks like help in the form of Bree has arrived!

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