BPOV
When Alice left, I knew I had to tell Emmett I had told Alice our secret. I ran upstairs, and knocked on the door. At this time, I knew Emmett was just finishing doing exercise. He opened the door, looking sweaty and with a bad smell, but smiled at me fondly.
"What's up, sis?" he asked. I laughed, and went to sit on Emmett's bed. He followed suit, amazed, because I never entered his room.
"Emmett, I need to tell you something," I told him. He nodded, and I told him about my meeting with Edward, and how he loved me back.
"That's great, Bells! I'm so freaking happy for you," Emmett beamed at me. I sighed, told him thank you, and proceeded to tell the second part of the story. When I finished telling Emmett about my meeting with Alice, he used a poker face. Nothing showed in his face; no anger, sadness, happiness, nothing. Then I realized what was happening: Emmett was deep in thought.
"Emmett?" I asked scared. He looked at me intently, as if trying to decipher what to do with me. He sighed.
"Bella, look, we both knew that someday they would find out. But you know that now Alice is in danger, and that for the time it is better to keep the rest of the gang clueless of the whole situation. We will prolong their knowing for the longest we can. Got it?" he asked. I was shocked, beyond belief. Emmett had never said anything so serious, with no jokes, cursing, something. I mean, he was never stupid, really, he just acted like one. But normally he would only show his intelligence at the tests, leaving all of the teachers perplexed.
"Yeah," I answered lamely. Emmett told me to get some rest, and so I did. I said my goodnights and went to my room. I crawled in my bed, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I had an awful dream, or should I say memory?
Beginning of dream
My period had been missing; I was already 2 weeks late. I started getting worried, and when I told my mom, she asked me an important question.
"Bella, did you have sex?" she asked me. I did not know whether to tell her I had been abused or not. I decided, to tell her, what harm could it make? Boy was I wrong…
"HE WHAT?!" my mom bellowed. She was beyond mad. I had never seen her so angry, not even when Emmet was 6 and I was 5 and when we were fighting we broke mom's china vase. Boy that day had been fun…
"Mom…" I tried to speak, but she fired me another big question.
"Did he use protection?" she screamed. I shook my head no, and I had the urge to cry, but held back the tears. She noticed, and her expression softened.
"Bella, honey, I'm sorry for my outburst, I am not mad at you. I just… we need to take you to an OB," she sighed composing herself.
When we got to the OB, she confirmed our suspicions, I was pregnant. The doctor asked me whether I wanted to keep it or not. I thought about it a lot. And just when I was about to say abortion, I remembered the look of a mother I had seen yesterday at the grocery shop. How could I have even thought of abortion? To take the life away, from an innocent child? I decided to have the kid, but I would not keep it.
"Bella, are you sure about his?" she had asked. My answer would always be yes. Some months passed, and I started getting a baby bump. People at my school started noticing my weight, so I decided to be home schooled. My mom taught me everything for some good 5 months. When I was weeks from having the baby, a couple appeared. They said they wanted to adopt my baby. A few weeks I had found out it was a she. The couple was elated; they said they wanted the baby so bad.
I signed the baby, saying the baby was to be adopted by the nice couple. The day my kid was going to be born, I parted to the hospital. The couple would be there a little while after she was born. When the baby was born, my heart smiled at the little creature. She was beautiful, and I realized I wanted to keep the baby. Too soon my baby was ripped out of me. The couple named her Annabeth Marie Woods; her middle name after me.
My mom had tried to send Shawn to jail. A week after that, when I was about to head back to school, my mother was found dead in an alley. Emmett cried a little, she was like a real mother to him. I? I cried my heart out. After that Emmett and I were sent to live with our father, Charlie, in Chicago.
End of dream.
I woke up with a little yelp; that was the first time I dreamt of what happened. I lifted my pillow, and under it was a picture of my daughter: Annabeth Marie Woods. I had asked the couple to keep me updated of Annabeth, so at least every week I would get a mail from the couple. I had not checked my mail since the first week at Chicago. I looked at the clock, and sure enough, it said it was 6:00 am.
I decided to try to look extra nice for Edward; so I decided to do something I would never be caught dead in: Makeup… or high heels.
I wore light makeup, black skinny jeans, yellow tank-top with matching heels, and I let my hair down. I looked good, I thought. When I looked at the clock it read 7:00 am. I decided to do Emmett and Charlie an extra special breakfast. I made scrambled eggs, bacon, toasts, orange juice and left some fruit.
About 3 seconds after I finished setting up the table, Emmett came bounding down the stairs. You see, he had some kind of 6th sense that let him know when there was food served. By the looks of it, he was sleepwalking; again. Every time Emmett was asleep, and he smelled food, he wouldn't bother waking up. He just followed the scent, ate, and went back to sleep. Do not ask me how, he just did.
"EMMETT!" I yelled to wake him up. His eyes popped open, and the he yelled.
"AHH! WHAT IN THE HELL AM I DOING HERE?!" he yelled with a startled look. He looked at the food, and quickly forgot all about his sleepwalking. I sighed, used to his behavior, and went to brush my teeth.
Ten long minutes later, we were both ready to leave. Emmett used 2 minutes to eat (or should I say breathe?!) his meal, and 8 to take a shower.
We took Emmett's jeep, and off we were to school. We got there with some 10 minutes to spear, so we decided to talk.
"So… have you talked to the Johnson's?" Emmett asked. I always forgot the name of the couple that adopted Annabeth; luckily, Emmett didn't.
"No, I haven't checked my mail in weeks. Though, they did send me a picture of Annabeth. She looks beautiful, Emmy. She has my hair and lips," I smiled sadly at him.
"When was her birthday, Bells?" he asked me. Oh! I forgot about that.
"I think it was October 28, if I'm not wrong. So, in about a week," I made the math. It was going to be my daughter's first birthday, so I was going to send her a present… maybe a toy or something. I had planned to give Annabeth for her 5th birthday a letter that she was to read when she turned 14, maybe 13.
"I'm sorry Bells; that you don't get to be with your daughter for her first birthday." Emmett gave me a sincere smile, and then he gave me his classical bear-hug. Just then, a Volvo appeared in the driveway. The Volvo of my boyfriend, Edward. I smiled, just thinking I now had Edward; which quickly faded when I remembered that I still hadn't told Edward of my past… or Annabeth.
Edward got out of the car, and when he saw me a smile graced his features. So, the smile seemed infectious, and I smiled back. I went running to his side, and hugged him. I felt safe in his arms, like nothing else mattered. When I pulled back (reluctantly) I stared at his green eyes that were dancing with joy. I smiled again, and stretched on my tiptoes to kiss him. Edward got the hint, and met my lips half-way. When we had to pull back for air, we both had stupid grins plastered on our face… which was fine by me.
"Hello, beautiful," he said. I blushed, of course, and looked at him under my lashes.
"Hey handsome," I said. He chuckled, and he snaked his arm around my waist. The rest of the day went on calmly, and I was amazingly happy. On the other hand, Shawn did not look completely thrilled. He looked like he was ready for the kill.
At the end of the day, Alice decided to go to my house, so she gave me a ride home. Emmett had given himself a recess as my guardian, so he went over to Rose's for a while. Charlie wouldn't be home until, like, 7:00pm, so Emmett had plenty of time before he decided to come back home. When Alice and I got home, we made our way to my room. Alice looked at her surroundings; she had never seen my room. When she finished looking at it, she sat on my bed, and I followed.
"So… how is your daughter?" she asked me. I looked to the ground, being reminded for the 3rd time I had a daughter.
"Oh God, Bella, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset!" Alice apologized. I shook my head, and searched under my pillow, where I found Annabeth's picture. I showed it to Alice, and she stared at my baby.
"Oh, Bella! She looks just like you! She is beautiful…" she cooed. I smiled, feeling proud of my daughter.
"What's her name?" Alice asked.
"Annabeth Marie Johnson," I told her. I smiled, remembering how the Johnson's had fought over her first name, and when I suggested Annabeth, the both of them loved it.
"The name is beautiful; just like her." Alice smiled at me.
"So have you heard anything about her?" Alice asked. I looked at Alice, and I sniffled a little.
"Well, last time I checked, about a month ago, they told me she was doing great. She was learning how to walk. Next week Annabeth will be 1 year old," I smiled.
"You seem very fond of Annabeth, even if you don't really know her," Alice observed.
"Alice, there is this mother-daughter bond. I gave her up not because I hated her or something. I did it only because I could not handle a baby at the age of 16. I really do love my daughter, Alice," I said sincerely. Alice seemed to comprehend it well enough, and soon enough we changed topic.
At about 7 Emmett got home, and Alice went to her own house. About half an hour later, Charlie got home. I ended up making lasagna again for dad and Emmett, after 10 minutes of 'Please Bella's'. They both act like little kids when it comes to food.
When I had cleaned up the kitchen, I went upstairs, and took a shower. When I came out, I logged on the computer to check my mail. It said I had 3 new messages from the Johnson's.
From: The Johnsons
Subject: Annabeth
Date: 15 September 2009 10.15
To: Isabella Swan
Dear Bella,
Happy birthday! We hope you had a good 17th birthday, all of us. Annabeth is doing great. Remember how I told you last time she was learning to walk? Well, she already finished learning! We are so proud of her. Her hair won't stop growing; it gets to her shoulders now! Her brown locks look beautiful, and her blue eyes seem to become lighter every day. Well, we have to go now, Bella.
Sincerely,
The Johnsons.
I was so happy for Annabeth, although it hurt not to be there to experience it myself.
From: The Johnsons
Subject: Annabeth
Date: 23 September 2009 8.30
To: Isabella Swan
Dear Bella,
We hope you are doing well. Annabeth is wonderful as always, and she looks even more beautiful every day. Today she learned how to say 'Mamma', and now she can't stop saying it. And you won't believe it… Clarisse is pregnant! Now Annabeth will have another sibling. We cannot wait to see what is to come.
From: The Johnsons
Subject: Annabeth
Date: 21 October 2009 5.07
To: Isabella Swan
Dear Bella,
How are you? We had been a bit worried for Annabeth, since she got a little cold. Now she is fine, but we thought you would like to know. Also, we are going to be getting Annabeth to Chicago! We are going there for a week on a mini vacation. We will be also moving away from Virginia, we do not know when or to where, but we thought it would be better for Annabeth to be out of Virginia, since it was getting a little bit violent; yet nothing to worry about at the moment. We have to say goodnight, but first we would like to remind you Annabeth's birthday is the 28. Oh! We almost forgot… in case you wanted to know, we will be at Chicago tomorrow, staying at the Hotel Lambert.
Sincerely,
The Johnsons.
I thought the blood in my face went cold. Annabeth was coming here?! I was extremely happy, but also nervous. I was debating whether to tell the Johnson's about my living here, but then I decided to surprise them.
The next day, everything went normally. Edward and I were still all goofy with each other, I was still being consumed by my guilt, and Shawn still looked murderous. I decided to tell Emmett and Alice about the Johnson's arrival; but I only told Alice because I wanted her to help me pick something out for Annabeth.
"Oh My God! Bella, are you serious?!" Alice squealed. I nodded, and so we kept going on with our conversation.
At the end of the day, Alice and I went shopping; we got a cute pair of shoes with a matching dress that looked adorable. When we looked at the clock, it said it was 4:45pm. I asked Alice if she wanted to meet my daughter, and she said she'd be honored.
When we got to the hotel, we asked in what room the Johnson's were staying. They told us it was room 401, and that who was asking. We told him it was a surprise, that we were friends.
We practically ran upstairs, and knocked on the door of room 401. When it opened, I saw none other than Clarisse Johnson holding my daughter, Annabeth.
Hey, people! What did you think of my friend Chapter 10? Ok, so, let me make something clear. My natal tongue is Spanish, English is the second one. So, if you see a lot of grammar errors, remind that to yourself. But still don't hesitate to tell me where my grammar is wrong. Thanks. So... please review!!
Leah.