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One Love, Two Worlds, Three Words

Bella is single handedly the most popular and beautiful girl in all of Fort Lauderdale High, along with her best friends, Alice, Rosalie, and Angela. Edward is an odd ball out. The mysterious and charming boy isn't your average foster child. The traditional story of “boy meets girl” takes on a new twist, when the most unexpected happens and two people who couldn’t find themselves, find one another. One day, fate will bring them together and change their lives forever. Filled with tragedy, love, family hardships, and humor. Not your average fanfic. ALL HUMAN. OOC/AU -tlm


3. Why Me?

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I could feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I quickly took it out and turned it off, not bothering to see who was calling. I knew Alice, Angela, and Rose were probably frantic by now. It took all my strength to compose myself, but I couldn’t fight the tears silently streaming down my face. I sat staring out at the cars passing by on the highway. The day was coming to an end and the sun would soon set. The world had finally come crashing down on me. It was bound to happen sooner or later. I could no longer hold in the pain, the anger, the hate that’d been building up inside my chest and pulsing through my veins. What happened at the mall would haunt me forever. This day would be marked the day I recognized what I was, all I’d ever be. My fist still ached. That jerk had used up the last of my patience for the day. My self-preservation had acted in a way I never thought it would. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to go back. I just wanted to go home. I’d wait till then to have a good crying session. This wasn’t the place. I let my head sink into my hands and began rubbing my temples. Hopefully no one who knew my parents witnessed that. I wasn’t sure how I’d explain it to them without consequently resulting into a lawsuit. That drama was the last thing I wanted. We were approaching “Palm Beach Gardens.” I rolled down my window and greeted the guard at the gate.

“Good evening Miss Swan,” he politely gestured. I nodded and the gate slowly opened.

The taxi drove through the streets of magnificent homes awe struck. This was obviously his first time doing business in this part of town. It was one of the most beautiful and prestigious housing districts in all of Fort Lauderdale. The view was amazing. Luscious green grass and palm trees surrounded every home. All residents had the luxuries of a nearby breakfast house, basketball, tennis, and volleyball court, spa, gym, public pool, park, golf course, and library. So generally speaking. It was the perfect place to live, though I rarely indulged anywhere besides the library. I’d be home as soon we rounded the corner. Our villa was the one of the largest in the small community of about thirty houses. Red tiles covered the roof in contrast to the beige and tan walls that made up the two-story, five-bedroom, three-car garage house. There was even an additional guesthouse, which Francesca our housekeeper occupied. I reached over to pay the driver and stepped out of the car, closing the door behind me. The taxi took off. I stood motionless for a moment before walking towards the front door. I rummaged through my purse to get my keys. Shoot. My keys were in my school bag, which was still in Alice’s car. Francesca was off too, so she wouldn’t be at the house. I looked back to the door. The crack in the doorway caught my attention. Hang on…why was the door open? Before going in, I looked around me to examine the scene. A car I hadn’t notice earlier was parked off to the side of the driveway. Strange. We hadn’t purchased a new white Mercedes recently from what I was aware of. I was very hesitant to open the door, so I pushed it open softly and stuck my head in. The formal living room was empty. I could be so paranoid at times. Dad was probably in a rush this morning and didn’t close the door all the way. I shut the door behind me and walked into the kitchen. The smell of the cherry oak cabinets sent waves of calm to dull my senses. I tossed my purse onto the island’s granite countertop. I pulled the fridge door open. The cold air in contrast to my hot sweaty skin was soothing. I grabbed a coke and went to sit down on the cushion by the windows. I rested my head back on the glass taking the moment to try and subside my anger. The coke soothed my aching hand numb.

Abruptly, my eyes flashed open and my entire body tensed. What was that muffling sound? I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. I listened more closely. The sound was coming from the main living room. I should have waited for dad before coming into the house. Stupid! STUPID! The soft sound turned into quiet laughter. The voice was unfamiliar. I sat up as quietly as I could, softly placing my coke on the counter. I clenched my fist, ready to use it again if necessary. I rounded the edge of the kitchen towards the open floor-plan area of the house. My eyes swept from the dining room to the billiard table as I took one more step forward. My jaw dropped heavily as a loud gasp escaped my mouth. At the same moment, my dad jerked his head up to meet my gaze. His expression quickly turned into fear and panic. The woman in her bra beneath him on the couch swung her head around to meet my incredulous look. She turned away from my gaze obviously embarrassed. The tears came coming down my cheeks again, but these were no longer tears of anger, they were tears of hate. I could faintly feel my feet retreating backwards after assessing the scene.

“H-ho-how…c-could you,” I finally choked out. I stared at my father in disbelief. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. My voice was stuck in the back of my throat. I could say no more. I fled from the room. I could hear him shuffling his way off the couch. I’d reached the front door by then.

“Bells-“ His voice was very pain stricken. Perhaps the fierce look in my eyes was what cut him off as I looked back at him one last time for what would be a long time.

“Don’t bother, traitor.”

I emphasized each word, with the hatred that now ruled over all my senses. In one fluid motion I opened the door and banged it loudly behind me. Again I took off running. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was going, but I knew I had to get away from the here. My pace sped up as the disbelief slowly turned to disgust for the person I called father. The one I looked up to, the one I trusted, the one I thought loved me, the one I thought loved my mother, was a cheater. My hands were clammy and I could feel the sweat on my neck running down my back. My chest smoldered with grief. The stabbing in my heart began as I thought of mom. How could he do this to her? WHY, is he doing this to her? These thoughts remained through the dull pain, as I continued running. I could barely see where I was going from my teary eyes and I had to stop to catch my breath. I placed my hands on my knees panting heavily. I could feel my legs beginning to give up underneath me. My knees sunk into the grass and I began to whimper helplessly. I sat back bringing my knees to my forehead and began to sob even louder, unable to control my emotions. There was nothing else I could do but release.

“Isabella?” The gentle voice startled me at first and I didn’t recognized whose it was. My sobs settled and I lifted my head up slightly. A bronze boy with bright green eyes was kneeling in front of me and watching me warily. It was the boy at the sign-up table who had tried to stop the argument. What was he doing here? My head was still spinning and I wasn’t sure what to say.

“A-are you okay,” he asked in a troubled tone. My mouth refused to make words and he turned his attention away from me. “Look, I’m terribly sorry about what happened. Mike was way out of line. He doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut and-“

“Please, stop,” I murmured softly. His gaze turned back to me. There was an uncertainty in his expression.

“I-I know guys are like that. Don’t apologize on his behalf,” I whispered. I played with my fingers while waiting for his reply.

“Not all guys are like him,” he said timidly. “But the ones that are deserve a dose of your furry. You throw a good punch.” He smirked, revealing small dimples on the sides on his lips. I couldn’t help but smile in return.

“I didn’t mean to do anything so irrational. He really pushed it and it just…happened. I hope I didn’t break his jaw or anything,” I said. That wasn’t much of an explanation but I didn’t want to talk about it any further. It was trivial in comparison to what had just happened now. His eyes were skeptical. I felt as if they were searching for something in mine. His next words caught me off guard,

“You shouldn’t be concerned if your actions were reasonable. You had every right to knock the life out of him. It’s not your fault in any way, if anything it was my fault for not stopping him sooner.” His eyes were pain stricken. He was blaming the confrontation on himself, why? I was speechless.

“You did nothing to provoke him, so he had no right to talk to you that way or touch you.” His eyes constricted with anger at his last reference, looking away from me briefly. I tilted my head to the side. Confused didn’t quite cover what I was feeling. Who was this boy and why would he bother being the least bit concerned about me? My mind lingered on one more thought.

“Um, how did you know where to find me,” I asked hesitantly. His cheeks flushed pink. Whatever he would say next he apparently was embarrassed about.

“Well, I uh…I followed the taxi you took but I got caught up at the gate. By the time I was able to convince the guard to let me in, the taxi was long gone. I drove around for a couple minutes and the next thing I knew you were running down the sidewalk, so I followed you. I know that sounds stalkerish but I only wanted to make sure you were alright.” He stared tentatively at me waiting for a reply. I didn’t know what to say. Should I be creeped out that he had followed me? Oddly enough I wasn’t. I was flattered and in a good way for once. I smiled gingerly at him.

“Thank you…for your concern. I really appreciate it but I’m perfectly fine now,” I said in an even tone. He eyes continued searching my face as he placed his hand on the back of his neck. What did he see?