Summary: Bella is a single mother living in an abusive relationship. When an accident occurs Bella and her three-year-old son must move away and end up in Forks Washington.

(AU; Cannon Pairings; All Human; Rated M)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Twilight series that honor belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

"Are you sure we shouldn't call the police? I mean look at her," Amanda Howards asked the other nurse as they watched the nine-month pregnant girl being wheeled away the delivery room.

"No, we've already asked. She said she hit a wall," Barbara Miller answered in obvious disbelief.

Amanda scoffed. "Hit a wall Babs? Seriously? I don't think walls cut up your lip and give you black eyes."

Barbara sighed, "I know that Amanda but we can't. Unless she says something, we can't."

"Um, excuse me?" a voice said from behind them.

Both women turned to look at a tall lanky man with light blond hair and green eyes.

"May we help you?" Amanda asked.

"I'm looking for Bella Swan? I got a call at work about her going into labor," The man smiled charmingly.

Barbara and Amanda glanced at each other before turning back to the man. "Are you her husband?" Barbara asked.

"No, I'm her boyfriend and the father of the baby. What room is she in?" the man asked.

"Um, you know, we just finished changing shifts with the morning nurses we're not completely settled in yet. If you head through those double doors across the hall into the waiting area we'll let you know as soon as we find out what room your girlfriend is in." Amanda smiled tightly.

"Alright," the man nodded. "I'll be in the waiting room then."

Barbara and Amanda watched the man walk through the double doors.


"He hits her Barbara. You know he's the one that hits her. Let her at least have her baby in peace." Amanda said.

Barbara nodded. "Ok, but a few hours of peace won't change the fact that she'll be going home with him. Or the fact that if that girl doesn't smarten up she wont be the only one sporting a cut lip and black eye in the future."

Amanda sighed. "I know."

"I don wanna go to sleep momma. I wanna be wif you." Dylan murmured as Bella tucked his blanket around him.

Bella smiled down at her son as his big brown eyes closed then opened quickly as he fought sleep.

"It's bed time Cricket. You've been running around all day today. Are you sure you don't want to go to sleep?" Bella asked as her son's eyes drooped even more.

"Yeah momma," Dylan whispered.

Bella bent her head kissed the tip of her baby's nose and ran her hands through his dark hair.

"Go to sleep my little son, now your day of play is done. Teeth are brushed, pajamas on, go to sleep until the dawn. Lay down now and rest your head, no more bouncing on your bed. Tomorrow is another day, full of brand new games to play. The faster that you close your eyes, the sooner you'll be up to rise. Go to sleep my little son, now your day of play is done. It starts again tomorrow so, off to dreamland now you go." Bella whispered the end of the nursery rhyme she'd told her son since he was born.

She watched her three-year-old son's deep breaths as he drifted off to dreamland. His little mouth opened and he let out a loud snore making Bella chuckle softly. Oh, her little baby. He was the best thing that ever happened to her. The only thing she'd ever done right. She'd been making wrong decisions, mistakes, ever since her father died four and a half years ago. Sleeping with Josh two months after her father died was the first mistake. Not leaving the first time he laid his hands on her, the second mistake. And now, now she has a son. Who deserves more than living with an abusive father who pays little to no attention to him. Her little boy with big doe eyes and chubby red cheeks who's so terrified of the man that fathered him that he didn't even call him dad, her third mistake.

Hearing the door slam made Bella jump. She quickly ran out of Dylan's room closing the door behind her to muffle the noise. She walked out watching as Josh stumbled into the house, she could smell the alcohol coming from him from across the room. Of course, it was Friday. Fridays was boy's night.

"Where's my dinner?" Josh slurred as he fumbled with his shoes.

Bella hurried into the kitchen and brought over the meal she made that night. She placed his plate on the dining room table along with his utensils and drink. Once Josh took his shoes off he plopped down onto the chair where Bella set his plate. He picked up his fork then looked down at his plate and frowned.

"What the fuck is this?" Josh asked loudly.

"I-its your favorite. Steak an-and potatoes." Bella answered hesitantly not wanting to upset him when he was under the influence.

"I don't want this." Josh mumbled.

Bella strained to hear what he mumbled.

"What?" Bella asked.

"I DON'T WANT THIS!" Josh roared picking up the plate and throwing it against the wall.

Bella jumped. "Just…Josh calm down. I-I'll make you something else."

"You're fucking USELESS! You stay home all day doing nothing! I WORK! What the fuck do you do! Take care of that little brat! You're FUCKING useless!" Josh screamed.

Bella closed her eyes tightly. "Y-you don't want me working remember? You want me home so I can take care of you." Bella whispered.

"You bitch! You think I can't take care of myself!" Josh screamed.

"Josh, keep your voice down Dylan is sle-"

"Fuck Dylan! I'M the one that's going to starve because you're the most useless girlfriend ever! You can't even fucking cook! The least you can do is make something I LIKE!" Josh yelled.

Bella felt her eyes begin to water. She walked over to the floor where the plate had smashed and began to pick it up.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Josh screamed reaching down and gripping Bella's wrist enough to bruise.

"I'm cleaning," Bella winced as his grip on her wrist tightened.

Pulling her up by her wrist Josh slammed her into the wall. "Don't you FUCKING LISTEN! YOU'RE USELESS!"

Josh slammed her back making Bella hit the back of her head against the wall. Bella cried out just before Josh backhanded her. "I don't know why the fuck I'm with you!"

Josh backhanded her again and Bella felt the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. "Josh please…"

"Momma!" Bella heard the little voice of her son from behind Josh.

Bella felt her heart stop as Josh turned from her and looked angrily at her little boy.

"D-Dylan go to bed." Bella cried.

Her son tried to run to her and Bella watched in horror as Josh shoved him hard. Dylan cried out hitting the wall and sliding down unmoving.

Bella's eyes widened staring at her son's unconscious body. No. NO! Bella felt darkness envelop her.

Bella woke up in a blur. She shook her head. Where was she? She looked down at her hands that seemed to be covered in red paint. How did she get red paint on her hands? Her eyes cleared and she finally noticed the body lying under her and the bloody knife next to the body on the floor.

Oh God. Josh. She could see the knife wounds he had on his body and the fact that he wasn't moving. She looked up and saw the small body of her son still lying down near the wall. She stumbled as she got up walking to her son.

"D-Dylan? Baby?" Bella called as she kneeled down next to her son. He didn't respond to her calls. Shaking her head she got up on shaky feet and with trembling hands picked up the phone. Dialing she waited as the phone rang twice before an operator picked up.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"He suffered a minor concussion when he hit the wall but he should be fine by tomorrow." Doctor Franklin said.

Bella breathed heavy in relief. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Now," Doctor Franklin said turning to Bella. "You need that cheek checked out before you talk to the police."

Doctor Franklin lifted his fingers and began checking her cheek. "T-the police?"

Doctor Franklin stopped checking her cheek and looked into Bella's eyes. "Yes, the police. Josh Roberts is in surgery with multiple stab wounds to the chest and abdomen. I understand," Doctor Franklin said looking over at Dylan then at Bella's bruised cheek. "But, you till need to speak to the police."

Bella nodded slowly and let the doctor check on her. After he gave her medication he directed her to where the police where awaiting her.

"Ms. Swan?" a dark haired officer asked.

Bella felt her hands shake as she looked at the officer. She had never, not once in the four years that she'd been with Josh had she gone to the police. The thought of her son's unconscious body made her square her shoulders. No more. She was done. She wasn't a victim any longer.

"Momma?" Dylan's little voice broke the silence in the car.

Bella looked into her son's eyes in the rearview mirror. "Yes Cricket?"

"Why we leave home?" Dylan asked.

Bella looked into her son's brown eyes exactly like her own. "We're going to our new home. We're living in Forks now."


Bella smiled. "Yes. Mommy is taking us to the house that she grew up in when she was your age. You're going to love it there."

Dylan nodded his little face set in a frown. He seemed to be thinking hard.

"Is everything okay Cricket?"

"Is…is Joss comin wif us? In anoder car?" Dylan asked in a low voice.

"Josh?" Bella shook her head. "No, no he's not coming with us. He's gone. He's never coming back."

Dylan nodded slowly. "Momma? I glad he's not comin back. He gabe you lots of boo boos."

Bella swallowed the lump in her throat. "I'm glad too baby,"

Dylan didn't say anything the rest of the ride to Forks. A few hours later Bella pulled up to a small two-story house. She sat back in her seat staring at her childhood home. She never thought she'd be back here. Not since her father died. He had been the best chief of police Forks had ever seen. Though crime wasn't very big in their small town it did happen and Chief Swan never let anything get past him. Bella remembered going to the station with him and hanging out all day at his desk while he worked when she was young. He'd always tell the other officers to look out for her when she got older and began middle school and high school. It was a few days after high school graduation when the accident happened. Her father had been called in about a robbery in one of the houses a few miles away from their home. He got in an accident on his way there and didn't make it to the hospital. He had left her the house and a small sum of money after his death but Bella never touched it. Not until now.

"We here momma?" Dylan murmured waking up from his nap.

Bella jerked from thoughts about her father and turned to her son. "Yep! We're here."

Bella unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door. She walked around to the side of the car and opened the door. She unbuckled her son from his car seat and carried him out heading towards the house.

"Mommy's going to show you the house. There's a big yard that mommy used to love to play in when she was young." Bella said as she unlocked the door.

The familiar smell of her old home brought back memories of her childhood. Running around the house, getting ready for school and listening to her dad yell at the TV when his sports team was losing. They wandered around the house as Bella talked to her son about all the cool things they were going to do now that they lived in Forks.

"Can we see the back yawd momma?" Dylan asked as the came downstairs.

Bella smiled. "Of course Cricket."

Bella headed to the back of the house opening the screen door. They stared out into the yard with grass that was just a little too long. Bella looked at her son's wide eyes as he stared at the yard. They'd lived in Josh's apartment and Dylan had never had the luxury of a backyard and Bella knew he'd enjoy it.

"Momma? Can I play?" Dylan asked.

"Let's bring in all our stuff and get settled in then we can play in the yard." Bella said walking in and closing the screen door.