Enduring Love_COLLABORATION
WARNING: ALL HUMAN FANFICTION
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight Saga characters, they belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Chapter 1. Escaping Dwelling Days and Scathing Nights
A tear fell silently on my shirt combining with the many other wet blotches. I composed myself quickly, I knew Brandon would be home soon. My legs were shaky as I attempted to stand up. The validation that I held Brandon’s child — our child — in my womb still laid on the floor blinking mockingly at me, positive. I stifled a sob and wiped away my tears and hoped that the temporary wet imprints they left behind would fade soon. One thing was very clear, I had to leave.
My eyes paced the bedroom quickly, I gathered all that I could in one suitcase and hid it safely underneath the bed. With the creak of the door and wooden floor Brandon was home. I scrubbed my face once more and washed it with water hoping that would get rid of any tears.
I went slowly down the stairs to greet what had become my worst nightmare. Brandon was staggering besotted towards the couch.
“ W- Where’s my dinner?!” He inquired. Being that he was drunk probably should of took away some of the fury from his voice that made me scourge, but it was all the same.
“ I- I’m sorry. I must have forgot.” I muttered, my voice shaky, weak, and cracking.
He grunted, “ Make it now Bella!” he yelled.
I did as told, not because I wanted to because I knew this would be the last time I would have to withstand this. The last time I’d be bruised or treated like some.. maid.
After I’d finish making some spaghetti for Brandon I set in on the table that was by the television.
He took one bite and threw the plate to the floor.
“ That’s absolutely disgusting,” He spat, “ Clean it up.” He ordered.
I bit my quivering bottom lip and cleaned up the mess.
It’ll all be over soon, I thought but, with another thought I knew I’d be having a child that was also his.
Brandon didn’t care about me and he wouldn’t care about his baby. Leaving would be the best thing, for both of us.
After cleaning up the mess of Brandon I glanced at him soundlessly asleep. He wasn’t the man I fell in love with. He changed. I fought to give him chances to change back, to be the Brandon I loved but, it never happened. He forced me to do this.
I’d gathered my belongings from underneath the bed and silently crept out the house. I was in my car, the engine roared to life and I quickly looked back threw the window to see if the noise had disrupted Brandon’s slumber, it didn’t.
Now that I’d come so far I had to think about what I’d do, where I’d go, but I knew my questions were already answered.
Forks.
After calling the nearest airport here in New York City — JFK — I got a last minute flight to Seattle.
The moment I’d been dreading seem to come to quickly. I needed to call Charlie. What could I say? I didn’t want to tell him the truth, but I didn’t want lie — I couldn’t lie, literally.
I also knew that being at Charlie’s wasn’t the safest place if Brandon decided to come looking for me. If he did, the truth would come out then, so this seem like a now, later, or never situation. I pick never and if that wasn’t an option, later.
I’d reached the airport and gotten out of my truck. I’ll miss my truck it was my one memory of home I’d had over the years.
I was in the safe compartment of the plane. I sighed. Relieved that I would no longer have to live each day of fear. Somehow I knew deep down I still would but, I didn’t let that get to me know I just relaxed myself for once...
I’d woken up to the flight attendant’s voice.
“ Ladies and Gentleman we have landed.”
I looked outside, the drastic change in weather was startling. I knew it would only be worst once I reached Forks.
Once I was off the plan and awaiting a taxi I’d called for I dialed Charlie’s number. He picked up oh to quickly.
“ Bells?” Charlie’s voice greeted me and it was a comforting remembrance of home.
“ Yeah, Ch- Dad its me.” I said, my voice sounded normal, sad nor happy.
“ Nice to hear from you in a year or so.” Charlie said his voice saddened.
“ I know and I’m sorry about that.” I said remorsefully.
“ Hm..” was all he replied.
“ Dad.. I’m in Seattle.”
“ What? Your visiting?” Charlie inquired.
“ Not exactly... I’m moving here, alone.” I said emphasizing on ‘alone’ so he’d no that meant no...
Brandon.
“ Oh...” He said in acknowledgment, “ Well I’ll pick you up from the airport.” Charlie said.
I loved that Charlie didn’t hover me and asked me continuos questions like I knew Renee, my mother, would.
“ No need. I called a cab. I’m going to the nearest apartment, then I’ll stop by if you haven’t gone to work yet.”
“ Bella. I won’t go to work if you’re coming. I haven’t seen you in over a year I’m sure they’ll understand. Besides, I’m Chief.” Charlie said.
“ Well o-okay. I’ll be there soon.”
After getting into the cab I was driven to the nearest apartment closest to Forks, which meant close to Charlie. I handed a twenty dollar bill to the driver.
“ Here’s your change miss.” He said quickly as I began exiting the cab.
I smiled, “ Keep it. I’m going to need a ride somewhere else.”
His eyes widened, “ Thanks!”
“ Not a problem. Just please, wait here.”
I entered the building.
“ Hello.” a voice greeted me.
I followed my gaze to where the voice had came from until I’d reached a woman who looked in her mid 40's. Her hair reached her neck, it was brown with hints of gray which added on a few more years to what I’d thought she was. Her eyes were dark-brown and her skin was the color of honey.
“ Hi, I’m Bella Swan.”
“ I’m Lucy. I’m the landlord.”
“ Oh. Well, Lucy I was wondering if there’s an available rooms I could possibly live in.”
“ Of course. You have to make a security deposit, first month’s rent, and last month’s rent...”
“ Oh...” I said, knowing it would take me a little while to do that.
“ You look like a fine young girl. How’s about you get settled in and we can handled all that business later.” She said with a smile that make her skin wrinkle.
Lucy led me to my room unlocking the doors and then handing the keys to me.
“ This is yours now.” She said and left down the hall.
“ Thanks!” I yelled to Lucy but, once I looked she was gone.
I got settled as Lucy said. Maybe things could be alright after all.
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Chapter 1. Escaping Dwelling Days and Scathing Nights
A tear fell silently on my shirt combining with the many other wet blotches. I composed myself quickly, I knew Brandon would be home soon. My legs were shaky as I attempted to stand up. The validation that I held Brandon’s child — our child — in my womb still laid on the floor blinking mockingly at me, positive. I stifled a sob and wiped away my tears and hoped that the temporary wet imprints they left behind would fade soon. One thing was very clear, I had to leave.
My eyes paced the bedroom quickly, I gathered all that I could in one suitcase and hid it safely underneath the bed. With the creak of the door and wooden floor Brandon was home. I scrubbed my face once more and washed it with water hoping that would get rid of any tears.
I went slowly down the stairs to greet what had become my worst nightmare. Brandon was staggering besotted towards the couch.
“ W- Where’s my dinner?!” He inquired. Being that he was drunk probably should of took away some of the fury from his voice that made me scourge, but it was all the same.
“ I- I’m sorry. I must have forgot.” I muttered, my voice shaky, weak, and cracking.
He grunted, “ Make it now Bella!” he yelled.
I did as told, not because I wanted to because I knew this would be the last time I would have to withstand this. The last time I’d be bruised or treated like some.. maid.
After I’d finish making some spaghetti for Brandon I set in on the table that was by the television.
He took one bite and threw the plate to the floor.
“ That’s absolutely disgusting,” He spat, “ Clean it up.” He ordered.
I bit my quivering bottom lip and cleaned up the mess.
It’ll all be over soon, I thought but, with another thought I knew I’d be having a child that was also his.
Brandon didn’t care about me and he wouldn’t care about his baby. Leaving would be the best thing, for both of us.
After cleaning up the mess of Brandon I glanced at him soundlessly asleep. He wasn’t the man I fell in love with. He changed. I fought to give him chances to change back, to be the Brandon I loved but, it never happened. He forced me to do this.
I’d gathered my belongings from underneath the bed and silently crept out the house. I was in my car, the engine roared to life and I quickly looked back threw the window to see if the noise had disrupted Brandon’s slumber, it didn’t.
Now that I’d come so far I had to think about what I’d do, where I’d go, but I knew my questions were already answered.
Forks.
After calling the nearest airport here in New York City — JFK — I got a last minute flight to Seattle.
The moment I’d been dreading seem to come to quickly. I needed to call Charlie. What could I say? I didn’t want to tell him the truth, but I didn’t want lie — I couldn’t lie, literally.
I also knew that being at Charlie’s wasn’t the safest place if Brandon decided to come looking for me. If he did, the truth would come out then, so this seem like a now, later, or never situation. I pick never and if that wasn’t an option, later.
I’d reached the airport and gotten out of my truck. I’ll miss my truck it was my one memory of home I’d had over the years.
I was in the safe compartment of the plane. I sighed. Relieved that I would no longer have to live each day of fear. Somehow I knew deep down I still would but, I didn’t let that get to me know I just relaxed myself for once...
I’d woken up to the flight attendant’s voice.
“ Ladies and Gentleman we have landed.”
I looked outside, the drastic change in weather was startling. I knew it would only be worst once I reached Forks.
Once I was off the plan and awaiting a taxi I’d called for I dialed Charlie’s number. He picked up oh to quickly.
“ Bells?” Charlie’s voice greeted me and it was a comforting remembrance of home.
“ Yeah, Ch- Dad its me.” I said, my voice sounded normal, sad nor happy.
“ Nice to hear from you in a year or so.” Charlie said his voice saddened.
“ I know and I’m sorry about that.” I said remorsefully.
“ Hm..” was all he replied.
“ Dad.. I’m in Seattle.”
“ What? Your visiting?” Charlie inquired.
“ Not exactly... I’m moving here, alone.” I said emphasizing on ‘alone’ so he’d no that meant no...
Brandon.
“ Oh...” He said in acknowledgment, “ Well I’ll pick you up from the airport.” Charlie said.
I loved that Charlie didn’t hover me and asked me continuos questions like I knew Renee, my mother, would.
“ No need. I called a cab. I’m going to the nearest apartment, then I’ll stop by if you haven’t gone to work yet.”
“ Bella. I won’t go to work if you’re coming. I haven’t seen you in over a year I’m sure they’ll understand. Besides, I’m Chief.” Charlie said.
“ Well o-okay. I’ll be there soon.”
After getting into the cab I was driven to the nearest apartment closest to Forks, which meant close to Charlie. I handed a twenty dollar bill to the driver.
“ Here’s your change miss.” He said quickly as I began exiting the cab.
I smiled, “ Keep it. I’m going to need a ride somewhere else.”
His eyes widened, “ Thanks!”
“ Not a problem. Just please, wait here.”
I entered the building.
“ Hello.” a voice greeted me.
I followed my gaze to where the voice had came from until I’d reached a woman who looked in her mid 40's. Her hair reached her neck, it was brown with hints of gray which added on a few more years to what I’d thought she was. Her eyes were dark-brown and her skin was the color of honey.
“ Hi, I’m Bella Swan.”
“ I’m Lucy. I’m the landlord.”
“ Oh. Well, Lucy I was wondering if there’s an available rooms I could possibly live in.”
“ Of course. You have to make a security deposit, first month’s rent, and last month’s rent...”
“ Oh...” I said, knowing it would take me a little while to do that.
“ You look like a fine young girl. How’s about you get settled in and we can handled all that business later.” She said with a smile that make her skin wrinkle.
Lucy led me to my room unlocking the doors and then handing the keys to me.
“ This is yours now.” She said and left down the hall.
“ Thanks!” I yelled to Lucy but, once I looked she was gone.
I got settled as Lucy said. Maybe things could be alright after all.
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Aw - I'll try. It's great too know that there's people out there that still want to read my stories :)
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Well, I've decided to continue this story as well :D
I will post two old chapters and then start with new chapters.
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Chapter 7: Haunted Past
Alice POV
I smiled back at Bella as I followed Edward to explain. I knew that I would have to fill him in on as much as I was willing to at this time. He knew why I left or, I least he could understand I couldn’t have stayed, not around them. Ever since we were adopted, things change, I visited but, I found myself at home where I was and, I decided to stay where I was. I gently knocked on his door, desiring that he would not answer so I did not have to get into this right now, but of course, he did.
“Come in Alice, the door is open”, Edward replied through the door.
“ I mean your back, maybe to stay this time? Well, another explanation needed. Can you please explain to me how Bella can be your... best, ex-best friend and I never knew about her?”he inquired as he gently placed his hand on my shoulder, “Sit down Alice and tell me what is going on.”
Well, I guess I had better start from the beginning. I took a deep breath and tried to remember the fateful day that Bella and I became friends.
It was the morning you left Edward. I was hiding in the girl’s bathroom in a stall crying my eyes out when I heard this sweet voice asking me if I was okay.
“Are you okay in there?”, a female voice asked.
I didn’t respond but, whoever was there was very persistent, “Well, I won’t tell anyone you are in here if you come out and show me that you are okay,” the girl replied a little more insistently.
“I don’t want to come out.” I croaked.
“I don’t think that would be very smart, the janitor will need to clean before he goes home tonight and locks the doors. You will definitely get caught. I bet you will get locked in here because Mr. Simpson obviously does not clean here often!” She said, laughing at her realization.
I caught myself smiling at this girls comment and couldn’t help but want to see who it was that was trying to make me feel better, a complete stranger. I wiped my eyes and slowly turned the latch on the door and peeked out to see who this girl was. She had long, brown hair that hung loosely, hiding her face. Even though her hair blocked most of her face like a guard, I could see her big brown eyes of curiosity. For a moment I took in everything else about this stranger, she had on a pair of jeans, tennis shoes and a buttoned shirt with another long sleeve one beneath it. You could tell she was not the most confident girl, but, she was pretty. She cocked her head to the side to peek in and then she cracked the biggest smile. I couldn’t help but open the door and talk to her. She just seemed to really care and that is something I really needed. Someone to care about me and be a friend since my best friend, my big brother Edward, had just been taken away from me.
“Hello, my name is Isabella Swan, but ,call me Bella.”, she said with a smile as she reached her hand out for me to shake.
“My name is Alice Brandon. It is very nice to meet you,” I replied back with a smile taking her warm hand. As soon as our hands touched, I had the most incredible feeling of safety and I knew we were going to be good friends. I just had that feeling, and that feeling had never failed me before.
“Why were you crying Alice? Are you sick? Did someone hurt you?” she asked, the heartfelt concern in her voice was comforting, almost overwhelming. I could not tell her the whole story. I was told that whatever happened in our home, if you could call it that, was never to be spoke of outside the walls of our house. It was a rule we lived by and I was too afraid to start breaking that rule so I kept it to myself and gave her the only explanation I could at that time.
“My best friend moved away today and it has made me very sad. He was the only person that I trusted and could tell anything to,” I explained, the tears starting to flow again.
“Alice, I am so sorry.” Bella comforted, “ Well... maybe we can be friends.” she smiled.
“I don’t know why, but I think you may be right. And right now, I could use a friend,” I told her and we out the door together.
“We better get out of here before we get caught and end up in detention or something,” I said as we walked out the door into the hallway. It was between classes and we had missed the second bell, so the hallway was mostly empty. I was grateful for that since it would give me time to compose myself before heading to my Spanish class.
“We had better get to class. I’ll see you at lunch then?” I asked.
“ Yeah, sure.” she said happily, “Here, this is my number. Call me after school and we will just talk or hang out if you want.” She continued as she handed me a piece of paper with her number scribbled on it. It was like she was my own personal guardian angel sent to help me get through this most difficult time. I responded by giving her mine in return, but I explained that it would be best to only call before 5 PM, before my parents came home. I remember how puzzled she looked when I said that, but she never pushed for an explanation. That was Bella, always aware of something going on, but never pushed or prodded.
We both went our separate ways that day in the hall; me to Spanish, her to English but, it was the day that both our lives changed forever, we were now the best of friend and I could not have been happier.
“I am sorry Alice. I know that was a har- hard day for you, it was for me too. I could not believe that mom and dad sent me off to that school. At the time, I was so angry. I was terrified to leave you there alone with them, but I did not have much of a choice. It was such an honor to win the scholarship to the Seattle School of Music for Boys, but at the same time I did not want to leave you. It was even harder not being able to come home for holidays and not hearing from you except through sneaking letters to each other sent to your friend’s house. Alice! Bella was the friend’s house we would send the letters to?” he exclaimed as he put his head in hands and shook it.
“You never would tell me her name for fear I would let it slip when talking to mom and dad. I remember they would ask if I knew of anyone that you were friends with and since you never told me, I never got caught in a lie.” He said, realization hitting him that Bella was his sister’s best friend. The one that he remembered keeping her sane through everything, “My absence and me leaving you at home in such pain and the hidden secrets she had to keep. I always felt so guilty but knew you had someone there to lean on.” he said.
“How did you explain the letters to Bella and never tell her they were from your brother?” Edward questioned, cocking one eyebrow as he looked at me.
“Well, it was not always easy. Bella was always so aware of things going on in my life but she never pushed. She would ask and if I did not go into a full explanation, she would just hug me and tell me that she loved me for me and it did not matter. She always said that someday I would be able to trust her enough to tell her everything. I wanted to, but I was too afraid. Too afraid she would not like me anymore and leave me, or worse….tell her father, the Chief of Police. I was too afraid of that happening, so I fudged on the facts and told her enough to satisfy her. Bella would always just smile and hug me no matter what I told her. I know she knew more than what she was letting on, but she did not ever make me feel bad about not telling her the full truth. I basically told her that they were letters from my best friend who moved to Seattle and my parents did not like her or her parents, so the letters could not come to my house. She agreed and that rest is history. I don’t know what I would have done if I did not get those monthly letters from you Edward. You were the only one I could tell the whole truth and even though I knew it was hurting you to hear about my life that continued on here without you, and the things our parents did, I was grateful to be able to get it out. Bella never once tried to read our letters. She would always ask, but never would pry for more information. She truly was a best friend in every sense of the word, “I said with a sigh.
“ If I had any choice, you know I would have come home. I knew the only chance I had for both of us was to get away and get a good education. The music academy was my way out of this life and I had fully intended on coming back to get you as soon as I could. When I graduated and could finally come get you; you had already taken off,” he continued, his voice cracking with emotion.
“Edward, she never knew. She never knew I was leaving and she never knew about my life at home. We never once, in the time we were friends the day we met in high school, to the day I left the beginning of the summer before our senior year, go to our house. She never set foot in our house, and she never met our parents. She was such a good friend and I know when I left, it had to have been as hard on her as it was for me. Now look at her, pregnant and a mess! What did I do? Did my leaving cause her this much pain? How will she ever forgive me?” I sobbed into Edward’s chest as he rubbed my hair and tried to soothe me.
“Well Alice, I cannot speak for Bella, but I think that there is a lot more to her story than your leaving her behind. It may have been hard, but I think she had more going on in her life than maybe even you knew. I think we had better go check on her, don’t you think?” Edward said as he lifted me up to a standing position and we started walking toward the door with our arms around each other’s waist and my head on his shoulder.
It was so good to have my brother back and now my best friend. I just hope that Bella can forgive me for leaving the way I did and somehow we can find our way back to being best friends again. -
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I love this story and can't wait for more!
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