He had left me. I am heart broken. It it the second month, third day, seventeenth hour, and forty sixth minutes since he left me. My screams had woken me up again. Charlie used to come in but I guess he stopped after he saw that I was ok and not being raped or something. Why'd he have to leave me. Wasn't everything alright. What happened with his brother was a milestone. But I guess he couldn't overcome that and took the easy way out. The starch of my sheets scratched against my body. I could feel the tears rolling down my face. A streak of lightning lit up the sky. I saw a silhouette standing on my window frame. My heart started to pick up speed. It was to dark for me to see the person but I hoped it was him. The person walked over to my bed and held me in their arms. It felt different from when he held me. Somehow stronger. "Oh Edward," I sobbed his name. The first coherent word I have said in a long time. Pain racked its way through the hole in my heart. I shook with violent sobs. Cold lips pressed against my ears.
"It'll be alright Bella." The voice sounded exactly like him but with a tint of an accent. The lips moved down and started to suck on my throat. The breath was knocked out of me. My body fell lip in his arms. It jus hurt to say his name or think it for the matter. The arms trailed up my hips and rested on my stomach. It felt like Heaven right smack in the middle of hell. One of the hands cupped my breast. I moaned out quietly. "I am so sorry for leaving Bella. I never should have went. What happened at the party was the worst mistake anyone could make. I've come back to check even if it was strongly against his wishes. I love you, Bella." The hole somehow was covered. I felt no pain. Only love for Edward. I dominated the power and unzipped his jeans. The passion, romance, lust, and love in the air controlled us. The feelings I felt are so real. Nothing could change them. Not even Jasper. The morning hours took a path of ecstasy. Edward and I, made love.
Eight and a half Months Later
The night after he and I made love. He left again. But this time he left something behind. A baby. Yes. I am pregnant with Edward Cullen's child. Charlie thinks I was raped from the corny lie I told him. I said that the rapist killed himself. His anger simmered down much and he is caring to my every whim. My heart still cries out for him. But after being pregnant I realized what horrible shape I am in. I started to eat, talk, sleep, and function again. I am doing good in school. The names I am called get nasty but my ears are attuned to shut them out. Angela and Ben are there for me. True friends. The morning air was bitter. My body shivered involuntary. I placed my hands on my head board and heaved myself up. Only one more month to go. Somehow, I felt as if I would miss being pregnant. I pulled on a pair of black sweat pants and a long sleeve XXL black shirt. My stomach was big. I put on shoes which I thought were matching. But I'll never know. The walk down the stairs was hard to. I couldn't see the steps. Charlie sat at the kitchen table, eating eggs and bacon. I looked down and saw a puddle of water. I gasped.
"What is wrong Bella?" Charlie asked, next to me in a second.
"My water broke! The baby is coming! Get me to the hospital!" I shrieked. Charlie pulled me to the cruiser and turned the lights on. He sped towards the hospital. They put me in a wheelchair and wheeled me off towards labor.
SEVEN HOURS LATER
The baby is finally born! July 18th 2007. A/N: Counting date from real books) Dr. Gerardo came back in with a little pink bundle and a little blue bundle. I gaped and looked a Charlie who shrugged. He put one in each of my arms. I looked at the with love, adoration, and a protectiveness that only a mother has. These babies did not look like Edward at all. They looked like Jasper and I.