The past life

BPOV

Taking a big gulp I peaked up the courage to tell my story once more, I had told it few times in the past to several people I had met at soup kitchens and other people like us, people on the streets. I don't know why I was so nervous to tell Edward about our past maybe it was because he was a stranger or maybe it was because he actually cared, offering to give up his house and home by inviting us to stay, and even making us meet his parents and family as well. Before my courage disappeared I started my life story taking great care to watch his reactions.

"It started when I was eleven my parents Renee and Charlie had divorced when I was young and Renee was a spontaneous woman in the least and we were currently residing in Arizona. She loved me and we had the perfect mother daughter relationship except she was more like the daughter and I was more like the mother. Everything was fine until she thought I should have a father figure in my life in a more prominent way then what Charlie was considering I only saw him once or twice a year in the school holidays. Then she met Phil who would be her future husband, he was a baseball player, you may have heard of him. Phil Dwyer?

He was nodding in response probably imagining him in his head, six foot tall, blond hair, blue eyes the all round typical American guy. Apart from one exception, the abuse. I could feel the tears form as I remembered the flashbacks. Being punched, thrown against the wall, 'accidentally' falling down the stairs and the nights when he would enter my room invading my personal space not taking no for an answer.

Taking a sip of my luscious warm drink I took a sneaky glance at Edwards reaction expecting him to be ready to bolt however on the contrary he was sat there with such hurt on his face he looked like he was about to burst into tears. I was tempted to stop as it was clear this story was hurting both of us however if he was going to offer us to stay at his home he needed to know the amount of baggage we came we, well I came with anyway.

From there I decided to stay with my dad Charlie where I met Ava's dad Jacob. When I named Jacob I caught a hint of jealousy flash across Edwards face, but what had he to be jealous for? He was kind for a while and then the abuse started I didn't complain as I knew it would only end up worse, well that was what I had learned from being with Phil. Then Ava decided to let me know of her upcoming arrival and that's when it clicked I didn't deserve this and this new baby certinatly didn't deserve it. So I escaped and came here to Seattle. Ava was born on the streets and that's all she's known apart from when we have gained enough money from passers by to spare a motel room for the night.

The look of shock on his face was great and all he could do was utter a little wow he seemed almost angry.

"And I thought I had a bad start to life!" he exclaimed.

"I was adopted by my godparents after my parents were killed in a car crash, but I defiantly never had to put up with any abuse." And with that he stood up wrapped his coat around my shoulders and steered us out of the coffee shop.

I was curious about what we were going back to and decided to ask him about his family which I guessed was a good distraction as the anger seemed to melt of his face.

"Well there's my god parents or my parent figures Esme and Carlisle, Esme is an interior designer and Carlisle is the head of the hospital I work at." he let out a small chuckle.

"so I suppose I always have to listen to my fathers orders no matter how old I am or where I am. Then there's my siblings Alice and Emmet they are both married to Jasper and Rosalie with there own children. I can guarantee by now Ava will be playing until her hearts content with her new friends they are the most easy going friendly children I have ever met." The thought of Ava playing with young children around her own age excited me I had never been able to give her a normal childhood with a large house with a white picket fence, a nice school to go to and play, hell I couldn't even let her have friends as we had to keep well away from people we could not trust.

We reached a silver car which looked expensive and very well looked after when I began to squirm.

"Oh no I couldn't possibly."

"Bella what's wrong, just get in the car."

"But I'm homeless I'll mess it up I reek can't you tell?"

"The car will be fine just get in and you can have a shower and a change of clothes at my parents place."

I gave him a wary glance sure he was going to start to yell at me when I sat down instantly messing up the shiny leather interior but he just laughed at me, Leading me o do what I do best, blush.

"You're so cute when you do that."

I gave him my best glare. Cute! He thought I was cute well fuck him then.

We weren't in the car long when we pulled up in front of this huge white mansion. At first I didn't know what we were doing here I mean surely this was the kind of place royals lived like the queen wasn't it, but then I realised it must be his house. Well his parents house. I turned flabbergasted to look at him he was sat there laughing at my reaction before his smile was wiped off and he said,

"Ignore Rose she's protective of her family."

What had I just got myself into?

you now what to do guys read. review. comment how do you want the reactions to go who should hate her who should like her and how will Ava react to seeing her mother again.