Author: A Proud Freak PM
Isabella and Edward are forced into a marraige in 1918. They havn't met each other but, they both know the marraige is not going to work. Because of a tragic accident they both think the other one is dead. But after a century their paths reunite again.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Suspense - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 28 - Words: 75,339 - Reviews: 1,287 - Favs: 662 - Follows: 446 - Updated: 03-04-12 - Published: 04-22-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5916334
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I woke up with a jump. My mother Renee was standing kicking my bed. Her eyes were narrowed and her hands were on her hips. She looked angry
"Go away" I moaned and turned to the other side
"Isabella Marie Swan if you don't get up in 1 minute I am going to pour ice water on you face!" my mother yelled and kicked me again
"Go away!" I moaned again.
"Isabella! Get up this instant! You are getting married today!" My mother shouted and I shot up straight.
Today? Married? Me? What? These entire questions ranged through my head. I stared at my mother for a while wondering what she was saying. After a while everything started to make sense. Today, I Isabella Marie Swan was going to be married to a guy who I hadn't even met yet. My eyes started to tear up and my mind went blank. I didn't want to get married today. I didn't want to marry some guy who I don't even know. I didn't want my marriage to be arranged. I had wanted to have a love marriage. My mother noticed the tears that had spilled from my eyes; she stopped kicking my bed and sat next to me. She put her hands on my face and wiped away the tears.
"Oh Bella. Please don't cry. Everything is going to be alright. Trust me!" my mother tried to sooth me but, that only brought more tears.
"Bella sweetie why are you crying?" my mother asked. Her eyes were concerned
"I-I don't w-want to get m-married to day to a man w-who I don't even know" I told my mother between my sobs
"Oh Bella. Don't worry, everything will work out. I know that you do not want to have your marriage arranged but, it will work out" My mother said
"W-what if it does not?" I asked my mother. My eyes were still watery
"It will Bella dear. Look at your father and I, years ago I did not wish to be married to him but, now I cannot live without him" My mother said.
"B-But I'm so young" I whispered.
"Bella 16 is not a young age to get married" My mother said
"Is to!" I said. My eyes had stopped watering
"Bella I was married to your father at the age of 15 and I had you at the age of 16" my mother said
"I don't wish to be married and I do not wish to be a mother" I told my mother. I heard her gasp.
"Don't you ever say that again! This is to stay between you and me!" My mother said harshly. When she saw the tears that were welling up in my eyes again she soften her tone.
"Bella your husband will expect you to produce him an heir in less than a year. You will have to obey what he says" my mother said. I cringed away from her
I so didn't want to hear my mom tell me that my future husband will expect me to sex with him. I don't care if he does, I will not have sex with him!
"It may be tonight Isabella. Your husband will expect it from you" my mother said. I cringed again.
"I do not wish to talk about that" I told my mom. I saw my mother sighed.
"As you wish. Now you better take that lazy butt of yours and get out of bed" My mother said. I wiped away the tears that were still on my cheeks and got up.
My mother took my hand and led me towards the bathroom with the big mirror. I looked at the counter in the bathroom. It was filled with beauty products. I sighed; this was going to be a long day. I sat down lazily on a low chair as my mother worked on my face.
"What time is the wedding?" I asked my mother
"6:00 in the evening" my mother said as she sprayed something on my face. I closed my eyes and let her do whatever she wanted to do.
My eyes started to sting again. I so didn't want to get married today. I didn't want to get married to a guy who I didn't even know. My future husband would probably be a fat tiny man who sat in bed all day and had everything served to him. He probably didn't even work and got his money from his father. I couldn't live with a man like that. My life was going to be ruined today I thought to myself. Why had I agreed to marry him? Well, my mother said that it will bring me more happiness but, I knew the real truth. My mother wanted more money and my future husband's family was incredibly wealthy. My mom loved me, I knew that but, I also knew that she wanted more money and so she decided to marry me off and ruin my life. I felt guilty about what I had just said and apologized to my mother in my head. I sat there for god knows how much time and then decided to sleep. I was soundly asleep when my mother nudged me. My eyes shot open
"You are done honey. You need to put on your wedding dress" my mother said. I sleepily rubbed my eyes
"What time is it?" I asked
"It's five a clock. The wedding starts in an hour" my mother said and my heart stopped beating. Only one more hour of freedom and then I'll be a Mrs.
"Come on" my mother said and then tugged at my arm impatiently. I followed my mother to her room. I felt awkward as I walked; it felt like I was a stranger in my own home. My mother ran to her closet when she reached her room.
I sat down on my mother's bed as I watched her fish into her closet looking for my wedding dress (pic on profile!). My mother suddenly squealed. She ran to me with a huge box in her hands.
"You can look at it only when you're wearing it!" my mother said. She made me close my eyes as she undressed me and put the wedding dress on me.
"Can I open my eyes now?" I asked
"Yes!" my mother said. I slowly opened my eyes'. I was afraid of what I'll look.
My mouth dropped open when I saw myself in the mirror. My hair was pulled up in a bun with some loose strands. My cheeks were painted a light pink; my chocolate eyes looked bigger and somehow browner than the last time I had looked at them. My eyes were framed with thick brown lashes. My lips were the darkest shade of red and they went nicely with my skin. And then there was my wedding dress.
My wedding dress was a light shade of golden that almost looked white. The dress was huge! There was so much fabric sewn into the dress. The dress had a sweetheart neckline and the straps were made of golden flowers. In the middle of the dress there were two lines of flowers that went the opposite ways. I looked decent enough for the wedding but, I felt overdressed
"So do you like it?" mo mother asked me. Her blue eyes twinkling with happiness
"Yeah but, uh isn't this to fancy. I um don't want to stand out" I told my mom. My mother rolled her eyes
"Bella this is your wedding. You have to stand out. And honey, you look breathtaking" my mother said while she smiled.
"Uh thanks" I told her lamely. My mother rolled her eyes again and then took my hand.
"Come on Bella. It's time" my mother said as she tugged at my hand. I nodded and followed her. My mother stopped near the staircase.
"Charlie!" My mother called out and in an instant my father was standing at the end of the staircase
I swear I heard him gasp. His eyes lingered on my face and I could see several emotions pass through his face; sorrow, dazzled, happy, sad, confused. My father quickly composed his face. One of things I love about my father, he didn't like to express his feeling. My father and I were so much alike. I loved dad and I knew that he loved me but, I had never told him that. I just felt awkward expressing my love. My father and I grinned at each other for several moments until my mother broke the silence.
"Come one Bella" my mother said as she walked down the stairs. I followed her.
When I reached the end my father offered me his hand. I took it and we both made our way towards the carriage. My mother decided to ride with her friend in the second carriage; I stared out the window as we drove to the church.
"Isabella?" my father said. I turned around to look at him.
"Isabella I-I am going to miss you" my father choked out.
"I'm not g-good with this kind of stuff-" my father struggled for words. I cut him off
"I love you" I told him for the first time in 16 years. I saw my father relax and smile
"I love you too" he said. We both smiled at each other and let a comfortable silence fall between us.
I continued to stare out the window. That's when I saw the church approaching. Suddenly it hit me; I was going to get married in less than an hour. The thought made me dizzy, I hadn't wanted to get married so young. I had wanted to be a writer and travel around the world. This was not at all what I had planned for. My life seemed to be falling apart.
Everything was a daze after that thought. It seemed just after a minute I was standing outside the church with my father and my bridesmaid Marie, who was also my best friend.
"Bella" she said and shook my hand. I didn't reply.
"Bella?" she said again. I still didn't reply
"Bella!" she said.
"What?" I snapped. I noticed her look at me in shock
"Sorry. I did not mean to snap like that" I apologize.
"It is fine. It is time for us to make our entrance" Marie told me and then squeezed my hand. I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Come on bells. It's show time" my father whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes and nodded faintly.
I saw Marie smile at me one last time and then she disappeared into the church. My heart started to beat faster, this was going to be a disaster.
"Don't let me fall" I hissed to my father
"Done" he said and held my arm tightly around his.
With shaky legs I entered the church and gasped at what I saw.