Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

I just realized after reading a review that I said Harvard is in New York. I was looking at a class trip paper that said new york on it and I accidentally typed in New York. So, please ignore that it's Massachusetts.

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Bella's POV

Stupid bastard! Sure, I loved him eight years ago. That was before he stopped calling though. He broke all of our promises! He left me here to deal on my own. I pull into the garage and step out. I smile as I see the tiny little bike on the ground. After pushing it inside the garage, I go into the house. Little footsteps ring throughout the hallway. I see the mahogany curls bouncing up and down and big blue eyes lighting up.

" Mommy!", she squeals. I pick her up and hug her tightly to me. I pay the babysitter and thank her.

" Did you have fun today?", I ask her.

" Yeah! Lucy tooked me to the Mooseum.", I sit on the couch, her stretched across my lap.

" She did? Did you eat?"

" Ya, Lucy maded me a sammich.", Lilly starts playing with my hair. There's a knock on the door, Lilly scrambles off my lap and runs to the door.

" Lillian Esme Cullen! You do not open that door.", I ran over to her. She opens the door once I get there and my mouth drops.

" Nana! Papi!", Lilly jumps up and down and runs into my dad's arms. I smile at them and let them in.

" What? Am I chopped liver?" Alice says from the door.

" Hi, Ali.", I greet her. She rolls her eyes and hugs me. We all sit down and talk. Mom asks me about the hearing and I tell her that we won. Then she starts crying because she couldn't protect me from the monster I call Lilly's sperm donor. My Mom thinks it's all her fault. She had a bad feeling and she didn't tell anyone about it. Even while I was depressed, I still tried to ease her conscious. It wasn't her fault. She didn't force him to do that to me. She didn't force me to get pregnant.

I guess I should tell you what happened... It was two weeks after my twenty first birthday. I'd been walking home, having taken a few night classes so I could get into law school quicker. I wasn't even two blocks from my apartment, when I heard screaming. I knew I should have turned and walked away, but I couldn't let someone be hurt all because I was to scared to help. I ran towards the screaming, and saw...A brutal sight. The man was wearing a white hoodie, though it was covered in blood. A knife was in his hand, blood dripping onto the concrete. He was towering over a girl, she couldn't have been more than seventeen. I rushed over and tried to tackle him. Only it didn't work. He slammed me into the brick wall. He ran a bloody finger down my cheek. He told me that women aren't made to fight against men. That women were made to obey. He said that women were men's toys to play with however they wanted. He ripped off my shirt and pushed my pants down. After unbuckling his belt, he ripped my underwear off and lowered his boxers. It didn't last a long time. Maybe ten minutes. I'd tried fighting him off, but he was to strong. He shoved the knife into my leg, he told me that the scar would be something to remember him by. The police found the girl and I the next morning. She made it through the night, but died in the hospital. She'd lost to much blood. I had eighteen stitches put into my leg.

A month after it happened, I was constantly getting sick. My parents thought it was just the stress from my depression lowering my immune system. I knew that wasn't it though. I snuck out at midnight, while everyone was asleep and went to a 24 hour pharmacy. I bought three pregnancy tests and took them in the bathroom. All said the same thing, I was pregnant. Once my parents found out, they made me a doctor's appointment. I couldn't take my depression medicine anymore and I was having panic attacks left and right. The day she was born, was the happiest day of my life. Even though she was created through evil, she was pure. She had no idea what happened in my past. Or what happens in the real world still. The lily is a sign of innocence. Esme is not only my mother's name, but it means beautiful. So I named her after that. She was innocent and incredibly beautiful. Hence the name Lillian Esme. Of course Lillian is a little old fashioned, so her nickname is Lilly.

The first few months were hard. Especially when I saw that the blue eyes weren't going away. It was the one thing I remembered from that monster. She was colicky and wouldn't sleep. Then, it all stopped. I realized that what happened was in the past. I couldn't change it, but I had to bring myself out of this depression. Not for me, but for my Lilly. That's what I did. I went to therapy three times a week. I talked to my family. I played with my daughter. I went back to work and back to school. I was busy, but it kept my mind off of that horrible night.

I don't know what I'm going to say when Lilly asks why she doesn't have a daddy. How do I tell a four year old, that daddy hurt mommy and ran away? That even the cops don't know where he is...

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Chapter three... Done! Leave some reviews to tell me what you thought about it!