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Previously In 15 Years Later:

After signing the note, I take it and place it somewhere he will find it, but not too soon.

Then, holding back tears, I quickly get in my truck, throwing the bag next to me, in the passenger seat, turn it on, and drive away.

15 Years Later

Chapter Three-A Place To Stay

Bella's POV

After a while, I pulled to a stop. I kept the engine running, but didn't move forward.. As soon as it came to a halt I closed my eyes, and leaned my head back on the headrest.

I didn't know where to go. What to do. I obviously couldn't go to Renee's. So where can I go?

I felt so alone. I felt my eyes moisten, the tears threatning to spill over. What was I suppossed to do? I was pregnant. And not only that, but pregnant with a vampire's baby. And I couln't go to my own parents, since I couldn't drag them into this. And the only vampires I did know ... left. The tears that I had been holding back, spilled over. I didn't even have a place to live, for crying out loud! How was I going to take care of and raise a kid? A vampire kid? I felt so helpless, so alone.

It was then, that I felt another nuge in my stomach. My hand instantly went to where I'd felt the nugde. And just like that, I was determind.

I wasn't going to cry, or feel sorry for myself. There was a little life that needed me. That was depending on me. My baby.

And I had to be strong for him or her, even if I couldn't be so for myself.

From now on, my baby comes first.

With that in mind, I dried my eyes, wiping away the tears, and put my foot down on the gas pedal. I didn't think. Didn't think about where I was going. Thinking wasn't doing me much good anyway. So I just drove; hoping I would end up someplace.

It wasn't until I was in the clearing that I knew where I was. Where I'd ended up being. It was their house. At first I was suprised. How had I managed to find the house? I could hardly do it before ... before they left. How I managed to find it now, when I wasn't even trying to, was just ... beyond me.

Just looking at the big white house started a tugging at that hole in my chest, which never went away. I couldn't go in there. There were just too many memories.

I couldn't go in. It was too painful.

But where else are you supposed to go? A little voice in the back of my mind sai.There's no where else.The voice continued. And, you have to admit, it does make sense. Where else to raise a vampire baby better than here? At least for a while.

" But what if there's nothing there?" I argued, "What if ... they just took everthing, and it's just an empty house? Just an empty house they left behind. Like me. I don't think I could take it.

But it's the perfect place. It's far ebough away that people won't be a problem. And not to mention Charlie. You know he won't stop looking.

I sighed. That was true. Charlie would keep looking. And this would be the last place he would think I would be, seeing as I couldn't bear to even hear their names, let alone go and live in their house. Besides, Charlie would think I left town. It would make sense. Why run away, and then move into a house that was just on the outskirts of the town that you were running away from in the first place? So this really would be the last place Charlie would look for me.

Also I just promised my baby; he, or she, comes first. I could deal with it.

Or, well, at the keast I could try.

Taking a deep breath, I reached over, grabbed the bag that was still in the passenger seat, opened my door, and got out.

I walked to the door. Each step that I took to the house, seemed to open up the hole in my chest a little more.

Reaching the door, I tried it. Locked, of course.

Then I remembered the spare key Esme had kept. It was hidden, in a small sectet little compartment, that blended with the door. When I had asked why they even needed a spare key, or a hidden compartment, when they were vanpires and so could easily get into the house, she had laughed and said that she didn't want her doors or windows to kept on being broken. So she had come up with this.

"But still," I had asked. "Why a hidden compartment?"

And she'd said that, that way, the house was still protected from thieves and such, since they would never be able to find the any key, and all the protection of house was solid. Humans wouldn't be able to damage it. And only the family knew exactly where in the front door the little compartment was.

I looked at the door, and spotted the very thin line that indecated that something else was there. I gently slipped the little box out, only big enough to fit the key.

Had I not known exactly where the compartment was, I would've never been able to tell that there was anything hidden in the door. And I only knew because Esme had shown me, saying that I was part of the f-family.

Judt thinking about it made me cry. I've been trying my hardest not to think of them.

After taking a shakey breath, I put the key in the lock and turned, hearing the 'click' that meant it worked.

Still I didn't open the door. I first returned the key to it's tiny box, and placed it back in the door.

And now,having no way to prevent the inevitable, I opened the door, and stepped inside.

A/N: Lemme know what you think/ like/ hate about Chaoter Three! Is this something you thought would happen? Yes? No?

Well, in a way, neither did I. This chapter sort of just wrote itself. I had originally just thought of just telling Beloa coming to the Cullen House, then the-er other stuff that I can't say yet, then the birth, all in one chapter. But, apparently, as you can see, it didn't work out. Though I guess you guys arn't complaining, since this means more chapters!

Until next time guys!