This week I need to send a very special thanks to Ally Vera for her beautiful rec for…It Isn't Over Yet on RobAttack. You truly made my day with your sweet words and pushed me to get my butt in gear and write a few chapters last week. Thank You for supporting this story and giving my characters your love and trust…so sweet girl this chapter goes to you!

Disclaimer: This story will have very harsh at points. There will be heart wrenching moments… I warn you now. You may hate a character or two but I promise no matter how bad it gets … there will be an HEA…. I believe everyone deserves a second chance and so this will be a journey of growth, humility, and finding the simple joys in life… the things that truly matter.

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Chapter 8

Song for chapter

Taylor Swift- You're Not Sorry

All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around.
I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down.
And it's taken me this long baby but I figured you out.
And you think it will be fine again but not this time around.

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, ohh no no no

Looking so innocent, I might believe you if I didn't know.
Could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold.
And you've got your share of secrets and I'm tired of being last to know.
And now you're asking me to listen cause it's worked each time before.

Part two of third year…

That night after all of the soul bearing discussions, Peter offered us his spare bedroom. We took him up on his offer; our bodies too exhausted and in desperate need of a good night's sleep.

That and the thought of sleeping on that uncomfortable air mattress...sucked.

Taking with us our pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow with us, we locked up and followed him next door.

Lauren and Peter automatically went to change, making plans to meet back in ten and watch a movie.

I could have joined them, but decided against playing the third wheel. They might have been too blind to see the connection that flowed between them, but I wasn't.

He was very in-tuned with her.

If she moved, his body followed. When she broke down in our apartment earlier and cried, I watched his face show the pain she reflected. Watching his heart break as he looked at her with nothing but affection was quite sweet to watch.

Lauren was nowhere near ready to move forward or acknowledge this or her feelings in a romantic aspect, but I had faith that Peter would wait.

And to be honest if anyone deserved a second chance at love…it would be her.

They were both wearing smiles as they came back into the apartment's common area.

Giving them each a hug and then a kiss on the cheek to Lauren, I left.

The guest room was decorated in neutral colors with small splashes of blue here and there. Sitting in the center of the room was a giant sleigh bed, with cream, brown and royal blue linens. On each side there was a side table with a lamp and candles.

On the wall opposite of the bed there was a flat screen TV mounted on the wall. The room while not overly huge, felt comfortable and had a homey feel.

The bathroom was attached and followed the same color scheme as the main room. Quickly changing into a pair of Edward's basketball shorts and a tank, I crawled into bed and let my mind wander.

Some might call me foolish for using his clothing after everything that happened. Especially after that last gift, but these shorts were part of a happy memory.

He had just come back from playing with Emmett and his boys. He was sweaty and looking absolutely delicious, more than anyone should be in his current state.

We were talking to Jackson and Chris, two boys from school, when he came to a stop and watched. His eyes bore into the side of my face, demanding to be acknowledged.

My attention was brought back to the two cuties standing before me by the swift elbow Alice delivered to my ribs.

They wanted to take us to a Valentine's Day dance at school and were at the moment awaiting our decisions.

Chris was busy playing with the ends of my pony tail and telling me how beautiful I was, while a blush exploded on my cheeks.

He was slowly leaning in and I was so nervous thinking...finally my first kiss.

When I was suddenly pulled back against a sweaty chest and a velvety voice growled out "What the fuck are you doing touching my girl, asshole?" Chris stared at my shocked face and smirked at Edward. "Doesn't look like she's your girl, judging by the look of confusion on her face," he gloated.

"Is that so..." Edward trailed off.

His fingers turned my face towards his and stared deeply into my eyes. He must have liked what he saw because without any warning, he crashed his lips to mine.

I kissed him back, relishing in the feelings of euphoria traveling throughout my body.

The kiss lasted a few minutes and signed my fate.

I would always belong to this man.

That one sweet kiss ruined me for all others.

His lips traveled from my lips to my ear, never desisting from the torturous touches he insisted on laving upon my skin.

If you were to ask me when Jackson or Chris left, I would be lying if I said I knew.

If you asked me when Alice left or what she did after she left, again I would be lying if I answered.

But if you asked me how my knees trembled and my hands shook as he whispered in my ear, "I want you Bella, only you" as he nipped my skin, only to soothe the sting by chastely kissing my neck, then it would be all truth when I told you that I had officially been dazzled. Especially when he added, "I have wanted to ask you out and make you mine for so, so long. I need you B, will you be my girl?"

Now that I could describe to you detail by detail with perfect recollection.

That's why these shorts are so important to me.

I never told him about taking them, though I suspect he knew. Like I've said before, he loved me in his clothes...at least I thought he did.

That was definitely a surprise to me, after so many years of pushing his shirts on me, especially the one jersey that had the name Cullen on the back, the one that blatantly displayed his so called 'ownership' on me.

So you see, while the last memories we shared are not the most pleasant, these shorts remind me of the good times. Helping me forget the negative and let go of the hate for what he became.

I don't quite remember when I fell asleep or when Lauren came to bed, but I do remember her whispering, "I have a good feeling about this move B. I feel like everything is about to change and while I'm scared, I'm so ready for it." I turned to face her and in my own half asleep voice answered her with a simple, "Me too Laurie, me too."

The following days were met with a flurry of activity. We were rarely at home during the day, being as we were in desperate need to finish stocking our new home with necessities.

I was looking for the needed, while Lauren was all about the must haves.

Now mind you, what we need and what we must have are two different things.

To Lauren, must haves take over needs any day. It's almost like watching a feeding frenzy occur before your eyes as she transforms into a crazed shopaholic. Her instincts run amok and she becomes possessed to purchase everything under the sun.

Our kitchen was decked out with every pot, pan, spoon, blender and colander known to man. Luckily we both agreed on our kitchen being different shades of blues and greens, so that argument was avoided.

No one wants to stand in the middle of Macy's with this woman and argue over what looks best…trust me!

Plates, cups, and dining furniture were left out of our purchases; seeing as Laurie's mom had taken care of everything.

My mother and father took care of our living room furniture. They chose a plush, dark tan, three-piece sectional with a chaise lounge to take over our space and turn our empty nest into a stylish, yet comfortable, home.

The furniture had been delivered from Ashley's Furniture over the weekend, finally giving us a much needed place to park our behinds after a long day of shopping.

It was mid-week when both sets of parents arrived with U-Haul trucks containing our bedroom furniture. Peter had been around a lot lately, more than usual. While he was definitely looking and finding every excuse known to man to be near Lauren, he still found ways to talk to me and make me feel important.

In a very nonsexual kind of way, of course.

We spoke in depth over the falling out I had had with every part of my past. How Edward's betrayal rocked my foundation and left me lost in a sea of pain. He helped me understand that even though my parents weren't the most tactile and supportive they could have been after the 'clusterfuck' my relationship became, they still loved me.

We dissected every thought and feeling I held towards my father and the impact his vacancy had in my life. Plain and simple...I came to realize how much I missed my daddy.

I wanted him back in my life, but my pride kept me from begging for the forgiveness I needed. Were they wrong in their actions? Yes, but deep down I'll admit, so was I.

Watching my father and Lauren's interact with Peter was very amusing to say the least. At first they read him the riot act and sized him up, but after spending a full hour in that boy's presence they developed a special 'bromance'.

Talks of sports and statistics ruled my living room as they set up the new and semi-flashy entertainment system.

My mother watched as we laughed at the men, cursing and rough housing and insulting the other's team. It was nice to have him here, buffering and hiding the huge elephant in the room.

Once everything was in its place and the trucks were driven back, mom slowly approached me.

I could tell that she had been searching for the right moment all afternoon, but hadn't wanted to pounce. I appreciated this more than anything, as I wasn't ready to face her or her inquisition. Surprisingly enough the inquisition I expected, never came.

Instead I was met with soft hazel eyes pleading for forgiveness.

"Isabella I..." her voice cracked and my resolve to stay at arms length crumbled. Reaching for my mother's warmth, I hugged her to me. She sobbed against my head as she apologized for ever doubting me.

For ever believing that 'no good sack of shit' over me.

And for demeaning my pain, when in fact she should have become my protector.

I forgave her with no second thought. How could I not?

It was hours later when everyone left for the night, that I sat in my newly furnished room and contemplated everything.

The new relationship I had forged with my mother.

The huge move Lauren and I made.

How I desperately wanted my father back.

And how I knew just the person to help me get that part of my life back.

Picking up the phone, I dialed the number that had become my life line in the last weeks. His happy, cheerful voice greeted me with warmth and said, "Are you ready B?"

He knew what I needed without me saying anything. He had watched me struggle all afternoon with my emotions, wanting, no, needing to get my life back.

Sighing into the phone I whispered out a small 'yes' and made plans to go back home before school started.

Plans to find the 'me' I lost so long ago.

See we have progress here people…Her life is starting to take shape and my girl is determined to move forward!

For everyone reading Until I Saw You and even those that aren't, I posted a special outtake last week that I had donated to Fandom4LLs. It's Our Sweet Edward and Bella's first meeting as kids and definitely worth taking a look.

Okay my loves see you in two weeks!