First and foremost, there will be NO physical abuse towards Bella acted out in this story. However, there will be some conversations about it later on between the characters, and those will not be too graphic. It won't go beyond that, I promise. Out of courtesy, I will always post a warning at the top of the chapter with sensitive content.

I am asking you to trust me and not stop here.

I originally had these two parts as separate chapters, but I didn't want to scare anyone off with the first ending.

This fic will be written in Bpov.

Disclaimer - I do not own Twilight or its characters, the plot is all mine.

Unbeta'd - all mistakes are mine.

"You can't be serious." I laughed, instantly regretting my actions.

His smile quickly faded, and he stared straight ahead, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

"Why not?"

My knees trembled from an expected blow that never came.

"Because...," I stammered, "your parents. And your sister would surely kill us both if we eloped two weeks before the wedding."

"Fuck everyone else, especially my sister. It's supposed to be a day of celebrating our love, nothing more - our day, not theirs."

I had thought about running away but not to elope with the wrong man, and Mr. Right was long gone, probably married with kids of his own by now. I had made a terrible mistake, and I'd surely pay for the rest of my life. Mr. Wrong would never let me go.

If only I could go back...

"Stop being stubborn, Bella. You can't tell me that you haven't thought about it at least once."

I decided to play along for good measure. "Okay, I have thought about it."

"Recently?" His smiled returned.

"Yes," I whispered.

He slowed the car and pulled over, parking along the shoulder.

I shifted awkwardly in my seat, unsure of his intentions. Instinctively, I flinched, closing my eyes when he brought his hand towards my face. His gentle strokes surprised me.

"Bella, I love you, and I want you to be my wife... that's all. None of that other shit matters to me."

I nodded, swallowing hard. He always said that he loved me.

He moved closer, and his lips firmly brushed against mine. His hand slowly wrapped around to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. He knew how to kiss me just the right way. There were similarities between Mr. Right and Wrong, and this was one of them. Yet, the differences were immense.

He groaned and raised his head, gazing into my eyes. His grip tightened on my neck.

"Please, Bella," he pleaded in a husky tone. "Let me show you just how much I love you. And not in two weeks... now."

No! This is wrong. I can't do this.

I slowly shook my head. "I don't think that-"

From behind us, a loud, screeching sound pierced my ears and halted my words.

Then there was silence and darkness.

-xxxx-

I woke up feeling groggier than usual. My neck was stiff, and my body ached all over. I felt like I'd been hit by a bus.

I yawned and stretched, arching my back before scanning the room.

How is this possible?

Quickly, I sat up and pinched myself. The disbelief only heightened the more that I investigated.

My old diary sat on the nightstand with the same heart pen tucked inside.

Swallowing hard, I turned away from the picture frame next to the lamp.

What the hell is going on?

Rubbing my temples, I struggled to make sense of everything.

How did I get here?

A soft knock on the door startled me.

When I saw my mother's face, I knew I was certifiable.

"Mom?" I asked.

"Hi, sweetie. How'd you sleep?"

"I... I'm not sure."

She laughed. "I think your friends kept you out too late last night."

My heart raced, and the tears flowed. I jumped off of the bed and ran to her, hugging her tightly.

"Bella, honey, I can't breathe."

Ignoring her plea, I sniffed her hair.

Strawberries.

I whispered out loud, "I missed you, Mama."

Are you still with me? I hope so.

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