Woman Scorned Chapter 1, a twilight fanfic

NOT a Song-Fic. Song just fits story.

Most of the people involved in the story won't be named until the next chapter, just to keep you guys guessing.

Disclaimer:

All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. However, I, under the penname listed above, do own this story, plot and its variations. I prefer it not to be plagiarized and thank you in advance.

Revenge of a Middle-Aged Woman: Tracy Byrd

I was looking for a cheap car in the Sunday classifieds
When an ad jumped out and hit me right between my bugged out eyes
It was a two year old Mercedes, only seven-hundred bucks
I couldn`t make my trembling fingers dial that number fast enough
The woman who picked up the phone said, ``Yes, it`s still for sale
But I`ve had about one-thousand calls so you`d better move your tail.``

When I drove up that long driveway with the cash there in my hand
She met me at the garage with a short skirt and a tan
We took it for a test drive, I couldn`t believe my luck
She said, ``I`ll throw in them old Palmer golf clubs there in the trunk.``
None of this was making sense but then it dawned on me
She referred to her old man as a cheating S O B.

Chorus:
It was a classic case of woman scorned
She`ll make that man wish he had never been born
She`s a forty something year old judge and jury
Hell hath no fury like revenge of a middle aged woman.

So she took me out to breakfast, put it on his credit card
By the time they poured the coffee, she was pouring out her heart
Stories of his sneaking round and sordid escapades
Secretaries, waitresses, and bimbos half his age
She said, ``You know there`s one thing I ought to thank him for
He ticked me off so much, I put new locks on my doors.``

Well, I believe good wine and women get better with time
And if you ask me that man`s a fool or else he must be blind
I`ll never know his motives, can`t get inside his head
But, I`m driving his mercedes and I`m sleeping in his bed.

I know I oughta feel guilty about something
I just can`t think of what it might be...

"Get out," I screamed at my husband.

"But, Bella, I promise they didn't mean-"

"Get. Out!" I was stomping my feet and pointing at the door crazily. I wanted him to get the hell out of my house.

"This is my house, you can't tell me to leave!" He was changing his tactic; he knew I wouldn't give up.

"Watch me; I'll just call my dad to get you the hell out!" My father was the Sherriff here in Phoenix and I knew the minute I said so he'd have the entire police force after my future ex-husband.

"Typical Bella move! Gotta call daddy to fix everything for her! Well, sorry, sweetheart, it's not happening this time! He couldn't kick me out if his life depended on it, there's no reason!"

"I swear if you don't get the hell out right now you will regret it for the rest of your life. Just leave while you have the chance!"

"What are you going to do, Bella? Scream obscenities at me and make nasty jokes until I run out screaming? You don't scare me, neither does your father."

"How 'bout my brother, then? He called me yesterday, and he's here visiting. You remember my brother, right? The one you've been terrified of since you met him? The one who threatened you on our wedding day to never hurt me, to never cheat on me? Remember, you swore on your life you wouldn't cheat on me! What does it mean then if you break that promise? What do you think?"

"He wouldn't dare touch me, Bella. He has a family, he wouldn't risk going to prison just to make you feel better. You're not that special, honey." He was taunting me, trying to get me to do what, I wasn't sure. Maybe he was willing to forgo everything his mother ever taught him, and he wanted me to hit him so he could kick my ass, and possibly threaten my life, so I wouldn't leave him. Usually I could never think thoughts like these would ever be thought of by my loving husband, but I also always thought he'd never betray me the way he had.

"You have five seconds to leave, darling husband. One, two-" Before I could finish he let out a scream of frustration, grabbed his motorcycle keys, and stormed out of the house. Once I heard the familiar engine start up, and speed down the street I slumped to the couch in defeat.

My brother wasn't really in town visiting, he was still in Washington with his wife and daughter, and I haven't heard from in over two months. The cheating bastard would have known that if he would pay any attention to anything I have said to him. But, no, he was too busy screwing other women to care about me.

I couldn't believe the situation I was in at the age twenty five. Only two days ago I was blissfully ignorant of the disaster my life was about to turn into. Suddenly I was thrown into a whirlwind of a cheating husband, a back-stabbing sister and mother, and, on top of all that, my grandmother just died.

I told myself it made sense to cry over the loss of a beloved grandmother, it made sense to cry over the loss of almost every person I loved most in this world. However, I also told myself that it didn't make sense to cry over the things the three people closest to me have done. I could cry that I lost them, I could cry that I wasted my precious time on them, but I couldn't give my mother and sister the satisfaction of knowing that my tears were because of their affairs with my husband. My husband couldn't have the satisfaction of knowing that without him in my life I felt as though I couldn't breathe.

I got off the couch and made my way to the phone sitting on the kitchen counter. Seconds later the sleepy, worried voice of my best friend and sister-in-law was echoing through the phone.

"Bella, it's three in the morning. What's wrong?"

"He's been cheating on me." Short and to the point. I didn't need to say his name, she knew.

"That bastard! Who was it, Bella? I'll ruin her!"

"It was… God, there are so many! I don't even know the names of all of them. Some were one night stands, some ongoing things. Do you want to know what hurts the most?" As I spoke more tears streamed down my face. It all felt so surreal, it was strange saying it out loud.

"Go ahead, honey. Let it out." I heard sheets moving around and figured she was getting out of bed to avoid waking her husband and son.

"Two of his longest affairs were with people we know. People we're close to." My dear friend gasped and I could just imagine her mouth dropping open in shock and her hand coming up to cover it.

"Who, Bella?"

"My sister."

"And? Who else, Isabella Swan?"

"That's not my name."

"Well, it will be in a few short months. Please tell me you're divorcing his ass?"

"Of course."

"Great, now, tell me, who else was it that we are close to? Who could be worse than your sister? Just spit it out!" She was angry now, which was making me really regret sharing this with her.

"I don't think you want to know."

"Of course I do! Bells, I'm your best friend! I deserve to know so I can kick some serious home-wrecking ass!" Her words made me laugh. Not a full blown exaggerated laugh like she probably wanted, but I laughed.

"My mom," I whispered, praying she wouldn't hear me, or that she'd hear someone else's name and leave it at that. Apparently though, my prayers fell on deaf ears, because my friend let out a shriek of some sort so loud that I'm sure it woke her entire house.

"Renee fucking slept with him? Are you serious right now? And your sister! Holy shit, I'm going to kill them!" I could hear a baby crying in the background and instantly felt bad for disrupting her and her family's peaceful slumber

"I need to go." I told her quietly, afraid to talk too loudly. I didn't want her to hear the never ending sobs that wracked my body at this moment. She would rush over and I'd be keeping her from attending to her son.

When she spoke again her voice was much softer and more comforting, "Alright, honey. I'll let you go. Get some rest. I'm coming over as soon as I get up and ready later today. We're going to sit down and discuss this. I love you."

"I love you, too. Thank you for being such a great friend." I hung up the phone before she could reply and dragged myself to the guest room in my house. It was supposed to be the nursery for my baby, my daughter, and it was still decorated as such. Tonight I would sleep in the rocking chair that accompanied the crib on the far wall. I didn't want to sleep in my bedroom. It would be too painful.

Sleeping in her room was painful, but not as painful as I knew sleeping in the bed that I caught my husband and sister in would be. Somehow I knew my husband wouldn't bring any of his conquests into the nursery. It was sacred, and we both treated it that way. Only I ever stepped foot in here, because he always claimed it to be too much to handle.

The rocking chair was uncomfortable but I didn't mind. I liked sleeping in here. After the accident I slept in here three or four nights a week. I knew it drove my husband crazy, but I didn't care. It was what I needed to do to cope with the loss. Right now the room was taking me away from reality. Sitting in here I could pretend that my marriage isn't over, that my daughter is alive and sleeping in the crib right next to me. I could pretend that my grandmother was just outside this room giving advice to my stressed out husband.

While sitting in here I could easily pretend that I was happy.

(-)

Later that day I was woken by shouting coming from my front porch.

"Oh baby, answer the door! Please! I'll do anything if you'd just let me explain!" It was my mother, Renee.

Sighing, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and made my way out to living room, while my mom still pleaded for me to understand.

"Go away, Renee. I don't want to listen to any of you." I stood firmly in front of the door, debating if I should open it or just argue with her through it.

"No, Bella. I'm not going anywhere until you open this door and talk to me!"

"It's pretty hot out there mom, are you sure you can handle it? I'd hate for you to burn. Then how would you attract younger men to your lair?"

"Isabella Swan! I'm still your mother; you cannot talk to me like that!"

"Swan? You're already referring to me with my maiden name? Damn, mom, you work fast! You just can't wait until I'm no longer his wife, can you?"

"Stop being such a brat! Just let me explain." She had no right to be angry with me, and the fact that she was just made me even angrier.

"I'll stop being a brat when you stop being a home-wrecking whore."

"Takes one to know one!" She shouted childishly.

Wait, what? Did she really just say that?

I threw the door open and gave her an incredulous look.

"What are you, five? No one my age says that, let alone your age!"

The minute the words left my mouth her arms were wrapped around me tightly.

"Oh, Bella! I'm so happy you're letting me explain. This means you forgive me, right? Oh! I should call your sister, she'll just love this!" I didn't try to mask the disgust I was sure was all over my face as I peeled her off of me.

"I do not forgive you. I don't think I ever will. Don't call her, I have a feeling the minute I see her I'll kick her ass. You're lucky I have respect for my Elders, even if I have slim to none for you, or I'd be kicking your ass half way to China Town by now."

"Isa-" I threw my head back and groaned, cutting her off.

"Stop trying to reprimand me!"

When she opened her mouth to talk back she was cut off once again, this time by my cell phone ringing. It was in my pocket so I pulled it out, just to check the caller ID, and I groaned when I saw the word 'Sis' flashing on the screen. I made no move to answer it, not wishing to deal with more than one back stabbing family member right now. The phone rang a couple more times before the voicemail picked it up, and my mom glanced at me before turning her gaze away quickly. She knew something I didn't, and she wasn't very good at hiding it.

My phone beeped, indicating I had a voicemail. The noise made my mom jump, and she stared at the phone for a couple seconds, her eyes wide.

"Are you going to check that?" She asked.

"Eventually."

"Was it your sister?"

"Yes…." I let the answer linger in the air, becoming suspicious.

"Well, I really must be going. I'll be sure to call you later, so we can… discuss things." When she made a run for the door I quickly moved in front for her, blocking her escape route.

"What the hell is your problem? What's going on?"

"Nothing, baby. I just… really need to go. I have a dentist appointment I completely forgot about! Bye!" Before I had the chance to react to her horrible lie, she had run out the front door.

Walking closer to the doorway, I watched as she peeled out of my driveway, leaving a cloud of smoke behind her. I slammed the door and dragged myself to the kitchen. Intent on not letting this break up ruin my health, I made something to eat.

Halfway through my meal the house phone rang. Figuring it was my sister, I let it ring, but after the machine picked up I heard the frantic voice of my father.

"Bella, baby, there has been an accident. Your brother called. Apparently-" His voice was cut off when I picked the phone up hurriedly.

"What? What happened? Is he alright?"

"Jesus, you scared the livin' daylights out of me by answering so quickly." He chuckled and I wanted to scream at him, I wanted to take out all my anger and hurt out on him. Just for laughing.

"Yes, well, what happened? Who's hurt?"

"Right, right. It's your sister. She's in the hospital. She said you didn't answer when she called and didn't call me because of work. Apparently she is upset with your mother, and didn't want her around, so she called the next on the list. Your brother."

"Oh." I said flatly.

"Oh? I just tell you that your sister is in the hospital and all you have to say is 'oh?' Don't you want to know where she is, or why she's in there?" Charlie sounded disappointed, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Yes, she is my sister, but she's also one of my husband's mistresses.

"Not really, dad. Listen, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, or something." I hung up the phone and retreated back to my breakfast, taking both my cell phone and house phone with me.

Once I had finished my meal I finally decided to check the voicemail my sister left me. I had always been a curious person, and this situation was no different.

I sat silently while I waited for the message to play. I held my breath as her voice played through the phone.

"Bella, I'm so sorry, I know what we did was wrong. Please, please, just hear me out. I tried to end it months ago. I never wanted to betray you like that. Its just- I, I fell in love with him, Bells. Just like you did. Can you blame me? He's so sweet, and he listens. Fuck, he listens, Bella! And then- and then I found out… God, I'm just so sorry. I know he is, also. Give him a chance. Give us a chance to explain. I'm on my way to hospital right now, the one closest to your house. This whole situation is too stressful. I'm pregnant, Bella, and I think I'm losing my baby."

She hung up the phone as another sob wracked her body. Dumbfounded, I dropped the phone into my lap.

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