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When I was twelve my mom asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.
Of course I rolled my eyes and went on and on about what my life would be like.
At eighteen, I would graduate from high school and go to college.
At twenty-two, I would graduate from college and get a job.
By age twenty-five, I would have a job I loved while planning my wedding.
By age thirty, I'd have my first child with the man I planned the wedding with.
My plan was solid, but the answers you had at twelve, don't always translate to fact at twenty-seven.
I downed another cosmo while I stared at the papers before me. The papers that ruined my plan.
At eighteen I did graduate from college and by twenty-two I had my B.A. in English. I'd met Mike in college, looking back, the signs were there I just chose to ignore them. We got married a week before my twenty-sixth birthday.
It took me twenty-five years to get where I wanted to be, but only a year and a half for it to crumble.
Mike and I's relationship was average. Nothing amazing, but it was nice. He treated me well, we dated, shared a few mutual friends, smiles, laughed, the sex was bland, but it was comfortable...he was comfortable.
Nothing could prepare me for the knock on the door only three months ago.
I'd been home grading papers for the high school class I taught. Mike was out of town on a business trip for the weekend. I had some light music on and a glass of wine, armed with my red pen. When the door sounded, I shook myself out of my teacher's trance and answered.
"Can I help you?" I asked, I didn't recognize the girl standing before me.
"Um...yeah, may I come in?" She stuttered, continually looked down, and fidgeted the entire time.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not letting a stranger into my house," I answered. She seemed nice, albeit crazy, but nice. Not nice enough to let in.
"I know your husband, Mike...Mike Newton," she blurted.
I stepped away from the door and allowed her entrance. We sat down in the living room and I prompted her to speak.
"First I just want to say I'm sorry, I don't know exactly how to say this, and everything is so wrong. Your husband has been having an affair," she almost whispered. My eyebrows shot up in disbelieve. Sure, Mike and I were sorta boring, but he wouldn't cheat. "I didn't know he was married. I'm so sorry. If Mike knew I was here, he'd probably kill me. We met a few months ago and started talking and one thing lead to another and 'm sure you don't want the details. Anyways, I didn't find out he was married until two weeks ago. The thing is...well, I'm pregnant. And it's his. And I told him, but he told me to get out, because of you, and you could never know, and I'm so sorry, I knew he wasn't going to tell you, but I thought you should know. I'd want to know. I am going to keep this baby, but I don't want him, but I just though..." and she rambled and rambled and rambled until she ran out of breathe as my mind starting spinning.
This girl, who I didn't know, was telling me my husband had not only slept with another woman, but got her pregnant.
The next day when Mike came home I immediately confronted him.
"Bella?" He called as he walked through the door, "Where are you?"
I sat unmoving in the chair I had the night before, I'd gotten absolutely no sleep the night before, I looked like a wreck, but I didn't care. I needed answers, because as much as I wanted to believe she was lying, I knew she wasn't.
When he saw me his eyes widened immediately taking account of my appearance.
"I met someone yesterday, she came to the house, she said she was pregnant...and it's yours."
That was all I could get out, before Mike started going on and on about how she was a liar, he wasn't sleeping around, how could I ever believe a stranger telling me that, and on and on he went.
"Ya know," I told myself, "I didn't even catch her name."
Without missing a beat Mike immediately answered, "Jessica."
It took him only a moment to realize he had given himself up, no more words were needed.
Despite his protests, I packed a bag.
The next weekend, I packaged everything I owned.
The week after that, I had a new address.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" a gentleman's voice broke my out of my trance of the past.
"No," I replied, keeping my eyes down, DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE still staring me straight in my eyes.
My plan had failed me. Even now, looking back, I knew it would when I accepted Mike's proposal, and again when I said "I do".
"Wanna talk about it?" I hear the voice again, but looked up this time. I caught sight of his emerald eyes, before taking into account his bronze hair and sculpted face.
"No," I replied, looking away again.
"I'm Edward, and you're..." he pried.
"You from around here?" I rolled my eyes.
"A pick up line, really?" I questioned, a hint of sarcasm to my voice.
"It wasn't a pick-up line. I'm genuinely curious, are you from around here?" I could see the hurt in his eyes when I looked up.
"Um yeah, I guess."
"That doesn't sound that strong, what keeps you here?" He pressed.
"Nothing...not anymore," And that was the truth. My dad had passed, my mom now lived in California, Mike was now living with Jessica, and with all the cuts because of the economy my contract wasn't renewed. "What about you? I know you're not from here..."
"Just passing through." He answered and I was curious.
"Of all the places in the world you could pass through, you chose Forks?"
"Forks chose me, I didn't choose it," he spoke around sips of his scotch.
"Um..." what else was there to say? Out of the corner of my eye I saw him reach into his pocked, pull out a heart shaped piece of paper and throw it onto the bar. The heart shaped piece of paper looked like a map, in the center reads "Forks".
"I reach into a bag, pick out a piece to the puzzle and drive." He seemed to know my question and answered it before I could utter it myself.
"Hearts?" I started giggling, not at how he picked the places to visit, but the shapes.
"Hearts aren't always for girls. Besides, it was the only punch big enough that didn't cut off half the names. Come on, Bella."
I followed him, although I didn't know why, I just wanted to follow him. I had a plan and it failed me, so now I just needed to go. I didn't know where I was going, but I was going somewhere away from the mess of the life I had lived.
"Where do you live?" He asked as he opened his passenger door for me.
I mumbled the address of a hotel I'd been staying at. It was week to week. When I lost my job, I couldn't afford rent, so I'd liquidated all of my bigger items and had just enough money for the next week. After that, I didn't know.
When we pulled in to the parking lot he told me to pack up. I did.
After he loaded the two suitcases that were left of my life he pulled out a bag.
"Pick one." And so I did. I handed it to him without looking at it.
"Get in," and I knew I was about to do the craziest thing of my life. I was going to get into a car, with a virtual stranger, and drive somewhere. I didn't know where. I also didn't know what this meant.
"Have you done this before?" I asked, after we'd started driving.
"Driving? Sure, all the time," he smirked at me.
"No I mean, pick up a girl in a random city." Out of the corner of my eye I saw his face go serious.
"No, never." My anxiety went up a few notched.
"Should I be scared?"
"I'd never hurt you Bella."
"Okay so...um where are we going?"
"Las Vegas." And so we did.