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I just want to tell you that I'm SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! I know it's been a while, ok a VERY long while, since I last posted a new chapter and I'm terribly sorry. Real life was being kind of hard and I was suffering from a major writer's block, so it took me a while to write again. But I did it! I promise you that the story will be finished. One way or another. No matter how many months I may won't post chapters.

Now, I wanna wish you all HAPPY NEW YEAR! Kind of late, but I don't care. I hope you all are doing fine, that you are happy and healthy.

I wish for this year to be filled with happy smiles and laughs. I hope all of your dreams come true and that you will get many opportunities and chances for a better life. I hope everyone to be healthy, because health is very important. I, also, hope that this year will be a year where we can take the humanity a step farther. I hope wars will be over, that people who are sleeping out in the streets and don't eat for days to finally find themselves a home. I hope for the economic crisis to be over. I hope rasism will die, as well as bullying. I wish that there won't be hate, fights and illnesses. I know that I am asking a lot and that I'll be naive if I think that all of that will happen this year or the next one, but we can at least make the first step. That's all that we need. A start, then things from there will be easier.

As usual at this point I'd like to thank the two betas who helped me make this chapter presentable. So, thank you darcysmom and Team Edward Rules All.

Happt Reading!

CHAPTER 14

The Truth

"Tanya came and talked to me today," I said to Edward. We were currently lying on my small bed having decided to chill out in my room. He had one of his arm wrapped around me, while I was leaning against half of his body with my head resting on his chest.

"I thought you have a restraining order," he replied calmly. He knew.

"She really wanted to talk to me. She told me things I didn't know about." I started drawing imaginary circles on his stomach.

"Such as?" he whispered in my hair before kissing it.

"Such as her family and you. What you did, what she did or still does. I don't know." Tears started forming in my eyes just by thinking about it.

Edward didn't say anything. We just laid there in the dark, listening to the rain hit my window. "It's all true, everything she said, right? She wasn't messing with me."

"It's all true," he whispered.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I raised my head slightly to look at him.

"It wasn't my story to tell, Bella. It's her life. Besides, I had vowed to take them to the grave. She called me before she talked to you, you know, to tell me that she was coming clean to you."

"I was so shocked when she told me. Tanya and her father always seemed like the perfect family to me. They always seemed happy. Never in my wildest dreams would I have known what was really happening behind closed doors."

"It's terrible what she has been going through all this time, but Tanya is a warrior. I had no doubt that she would survive it and she did," he said rubbing my back soothingly. If I didn't have so many questions, I would have fallen asleep.

"Before she left, she said goodbye, Edward. What does that mean? Is she going to..." I couldn't finish the sentence. Even though she was horrible to me and a lot of other people, that didn't mean I wanted her to end her life. No one should do that, no matter how hard life is.

"What? No? You misunderstood her. She's not going to do that, even though she had thought of that a lot of times in the past." Even though his voice was low when he said that, I didn't miss the pain that colored his voice. I knew that he loved Tanya, just not the way he loved our baby and I. He loved her as a friend and was willing to put his own life aside just for her to be safe. "She has a plan."

I lifted my head to look at him. I scooted away from him and sat on the bed, my back resting against the headboard. "What plan?"

Edward sat up too and took my left hand in his, rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of my hand. "She talked to me before she did to you. Even though she did some things that weren't nice, we kept in contact. She asked me if she could talk to you. She wanted a chance to say how sorry she was. She wanted to talk to you about my relationship with her, to reassure you that what we had was nothing. The reason she decided to do this now is because she's leaving town tonight."

"What? To where? Can she do that? How is she going to leave? What will she do? Where is she going to stay?" So many questions came to mind.

"Woah, one question at a time. I don't know much either. She couldn't tell me. But I do know that tomorrow will be one crazy day."

That night I had dinner with my parents. I told them both how much I loved them and that I was grateful for everything they had done for me. I had taken both of them took the both for granted not knowing what other people were going through. Well, I knew, I saw it on the news every night but hearing Tanya telling me how brutal her father was to her, it hit me hard.

As I was lying in bed that night, I rubbed my stomach and promised my baby that I would try to be the best mommy in the world and that I would never let anything happen to him. Also, I thanked God that everything in my life was going so well. My family was healthy and happy. Edward was by my side no matter what and was the best thing in my life now, except for our baby, of course who was healthy and peaceful as he should be. My grades in school were good, and if everything went as planned, I would be able to graduate before giving birth.

Giving birth was something that gave me the chills. I had seen a video of a mother in labor, which Angela had recommended. Needless to say, I was scared to death But, I had to take things one step at a time. I would deal with labor when the time came.

As Edward had predicted, the next day was crazy. Tanya had left during the late hours of the night- no one knew where she had gone- and she left a mess behind her. Somehow she got her hands on the documents that her father kept well hidden in his office which proved that all the wealth he had wasn't coming from legal businesses. In the morning the police arrested him for stealing money from the taxes people paid, and for being a drug dealer. He was going to rot in prison. The whole town was buzzing. No one could believe what was happening. How could he fool so many people? He was so loved and respected. How he managed to do all those things and still look like an angel was a mystery to me. It was something you only saw in the movies or on the news reports about New York or Los Angeles, not the small and quiet town that was Forks.

Unfortunately, he wasn't charged with everything he did to Tanya. Not because the DA went easy on him, but because Tanya didn't tell the police. Sure, she may have told me about her life and the demons she had in her closet. But she wasn't going to let the whole world know what she had been going through. She was too proud for that. She didn't want people to pity her and change the way they thought about and treated her. She wanted to make a fresh start, and she didn't want her past to get in the way. She was ready to leave everything behind and move forward. She knew that if she told everything to the police, the media wouldn't keep it quiet. It would be broadcasted for weeks and she didn't want or need that. She knew that a case like that wouldn't stay in the borders of Forks, so she planned ahead.

It bothered me that he wasn't being charged for the crimes he committed against his daughter. He should have been tortured for what he did to Tanya. Everyone should have found out what a pig he really was, but I didn't say a word to anyone. I wasn't going to disrespect Tanya's wishes. She told me that she wasn't seeking forgiveness from me when she told me her story, but I couldn't help but forgive her. It wasn't her fault that she acted the way she. She was trying to protect herself- she was trying to stay alive. I was proud for her for lasting so long, for fighting against him. Although, I would have wanted her to report everything the very first night that he went into her room and raped her, I understood that she was scared and that she didn't know what to do. I wish there was someone that could have helped her and shown her the right way, but I should be grateful that Edward was such a sweetheart and helped her as much as he could.

I knew that we wouldn't hear from Tanya ever again. She made it clear that she didn't want to keep in contact with anyone who had anything to do with Forks, but a few days after the scandal came to the surface, she called Edward from a pay phone and told him that she was fine. She was staying at her aunt's in Phoenix and she was doing pretty well. We had talked a few times. She asked about the baby and I asked her about the new boy that seemed to keep her on her toes. It seemed that now that she was out of town we were communicating better. We were slowly becoming friends, and I often found myself calling her and asking her how to deal with Edward. He was still a little bit cold about whatever was happening between him and his father and I didn't know how to deal with that.

Whenever I mentioned his father, his whole body would tense and he would change the subject immediately

"Will you ever tell me what's going on between you and your father?" I asked, turning off the TV. I wasn't going to let him avoid the subject now. I was fed up with this situation.

"Just let it go, Bella." He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"No, I won't let it go. Obviously something happened and you refuse to tell me what it is, even though it's evident that it's bothering you." I started pacing up and down in front of him. "Is the reason you won't tell me because whatever happened has to do with me" I asked what had been in my head for days now. I couldn't think of any other reason why he didn't want to talk to me about it. We would always tell each other everything that was bothering us. That was the trick that made the relationship last, honesty and dialogue.

He huffed again and looked down at the floor. "Yes, not exactly, but yeah," he mumbled.

Suddenly my whole world came crashing down on me. What I was most afraid of was about to come true and I knew it deep down to my core. With my shoulders slumped down and my heart racing, I sat in the armchair across from Edward. I couldn't be near him for what he had to say.

I didn't say anything and neither did he. I knew that he would tell me; he just needed a minute to collect his thoughts. After a while he frowned and then he started talking. "Things with my dad have been tense since I found out about the baby. He doesn't like the fact that I want the baby, that I want to help. He still can't get over the fact that I won't apply for Harvard, like he wants me to. He thinks that I'm wasting my time and that I'm throwing away my life for you and the baby."

I gasped. It was like the dream I had at the hospital. I felt like my heart was about to burst out of my body. My brain was foggy and I was getting dizzier and dizzier by the second. "And you think that he's right." I didn't ask. I stated, because I knew it was true. He finally saw reason and he's going to break up with me. He's going to leave me, us, to live his life undisturbed.

"We're only eighteen, Bella. We still go to school, damn it! How are we going to raise a baby? It will take a lot of money and time. We don't have that. My father refuses to help me financially, so I have to find a job in order for us to live. I don't have a clue about babies. I don't even know how to hold one let alone raise it. How are we going to do that? And I know that you have experience with your cousin, but it's not the same, Bella." He was the one pacing now. His hand going through his hair so furiously that I was certain he was going to pull out his hair. He looked like a mad person. "And what about a house, Bella? Where are we going to live? Because I don't want to stay at my parents while you and the baby are here. I want to be with you. And there's college. I want to go to college so I can provide more for our family. I need to have a degree. Sure, I won't be going to Harvard as originally planned, but I still want to go and maybe you do too. What are we going to do about that? Also, there are so many things that can go wrong with you and the baby and I don't know how to deal with that." He came and kneeled in front of me. "I can't live without you, Bella. I just can't." And with that I was in his arms with him sobbing into the crook of my neck.

"Sssh, it's okay. It's going to be okay," I whispered in his ear while rubbing his back, letting him get it all out.

He had always been so collected and strong about the baby. He was trying to support me and reassure me that everything was fine. He never voiced his concerns to me, trying not to stress me. He wanted to be strong for me, to be my rock. I never really thought that things were hard for him too. Sure, I knew that he wanted to be there for the baby and I, but he must be worried. The pregnancy had changed his life too, and I never really thought to ask himhow he felt.

Now I feel like a bad person!

Big, fat tears started rolling down my cheeks. I tried to keep my breathing even in order to not alert Edward. This was his chance to take it all out and relax. I wasn't going to ruin that. Of course, the tears that wet his shirt gave it away.

"Bella, why are you crying?" Edward pulled back to look at me. I moved my hands to cover my face, but he pushed them away. "What's going on? I'm sorry if I worried you."

"I'm sorry." I sniffled. "It's just that I complain all the time about how hard my life is now, with my sore feet and the constant eating and the mood swings. I never thought to ask how you feel. How you're coping with things," I said, keeping my face down the whole time. I was so ashamed.

"Oh Bella." Edward pulled me into his arms. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and I felt him rubbing my back up and down. "Don't worry about that. I'm okay. Besides I don't mind you complaining about sore feet, food and mood swings. I love you, remember?"

"How can you say that? I'm such a horrible person!" A new round of tears starting streaming down my face.

"You're not a bad person, Bella. You're just hormonal. It's natural."

"I was supposed to be the one comforting you, not the other way around." I blushed.

Edward didn't say anything, he just kissed me. "I think I know how I want you to comfort me," he mumbled on my lips.

"Charlie could come home anytime," I said, kissing him back with more passion.

"He'll call before he comes. I don't think he wants a reminder of last time." He laughed and with that he carried me towards my room where we danced the horizontal tango.

After Edward found out about the baby, he didn't want to make love to me. He claimed that he didn't want to hurt the baby. After he listened to Angela tell him that it was absolutely fine about a billion times, he finally gave in and that was good considering that my hormones were over the roof! We did it every chance we could. I couldn't get enough, and it wasn't like Edward was complaining. So, one night Charlie had gone on a date with Sue and Edward and I were in my house watching a movie. Well, things got heated and that resulted in Charlie finding Edward and I making out on my bed in nothing but underwear. Needless to say, it took forever for Charlie to let us stay alone together.

"What are we going to do with your father?" I asked as I lay beside Edward on the bed with my head resting on his chest.

"Nothing. What can we do? He has his opinion and I have mine. There's no way that we can change that."

"You can apply to Harvard, you know." I started to play with the hair on his chest. "I don't mind. You know that we are going to follow you wherever you go."

"I know, Bella. I just don't want you to have to. It's going to be tough when the baby comes and I know that you'll need all the time you can get. I know I will. There won't be a Charlie or Angela at Harvard."

I sighed. He was right, but I wasn't going to let him throw away his dream. "I think we can manage."

"No. Stop thinking about it."

"No, I won't. This is your dream, Edward. We can make it. I know we can. Will you please promise me that you'll think about it?"

"If it'll make you feel better." He kissed my forehead.

"It will." I kissed him and then fell asleep in his strong and secure arms.

So, what do you think? I hope you enjoyed it!

A lot of people thought that Tanya was going to kill herself. I just want you to know that I will never going to touch such a sensitive subject a this point, where I am so inexperienced with writing and so young. It's a very delicate subject that I'm almost afraid to even mention something like that, only because I don't know the people who read my stories. I don't know what they have been through, I don't know if they are close to committing something like that, or if someone they knew committed suicide. As you all know, stories and books can affect you and sometimes not in a good way. I don't want to push people to the edge when they read my stories. So, I'm not going to write something like that, at least for now.

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