Rediscovering Love

Edward and Bella met in High School. After graduation they lost contact and went on with their life. Years later they meet again. Both have a lot of secrets. They're both unhappy and when they bump in to each other, they start to realize that there is more than just friendship. A/H OC ExB

All disclaimer are the same... I don't know anything but the plot!


7. Chapter six: A new start

Edward’s age: 21 – Savannah’s age: 2

Bella’s age: 21 – Nathan’s age: 7-8 months

Isabella’s POV

I can’t believe what is happening in front me. Why are these things happening to me? I have to get away. I cannot stand to look at the scene in front of me.

“I’m sorry, Edward, but I have to go.” Tears are filling my eyes.

“But, Bella, we…”

“No,” I interrupt him. “I want to be alone.” I start to push the stroller and walk back to our hotel. What changed in our relationship? Am I the problem? When I reach the hotel, I walk in the lobby and immediately to the elevators. The tears are now falling very hard, but I ignore the worried looks I get from the other people.

When I arrive in my room, I push the stroller inside and take Nathan out. He’s still asleep, so I put him in his portable crib. Afterwards, I fall on the bed and start to cry. The scene at the restaurant is on repeat in my head. The girl hugging Paul as he kisses on her mouth. I wonder who the girl is and what she has that is so much better than me.


An hour later, I stand up from the bed and walk to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and I see a ghost of myself. My mascara and eye-liner are now black streaks on my cheeks. I have bags under my eyes and I look like I haven’t slept in ages. The last couple of months have been so tiring and I’m starting to realize I cannot live like this anymore. I clean my make-up and look back up. There is still a yellowish spot on my face, which once was my black eye. It’s healing, but I know once we are back home that everything will be as before. He will start hitting me again. I have to get away, before everything gets out of control. I walk back in the room to Nathan’s crib and look inside. My boy is still sleeping. I turn around and look for my purse, taking my cell out. I go to the contact list and search for the one person I can trust the most.


Edward’s POV

I see her walking away from me and I look back to the scene at the restaurant across the street. I’m not sure, but I think that it was Bella’s husband, Paul. He’s still standing there with his arms around some girl.

“Daddy!” Savannah nags. “Home.” She is still in my arms and looks tired. I know she has to go for a nap, but I don’t want to go home yet. I walk with Savannah to my car and put her in the car seat. I get in and start driving around Seattle. I found a hotel and park the car in the lot. I get Savannah and our bags and walk into the hotel lobby. I stop at the reception and put my bags down.

“Good afternoon Sir, can I help you?” the girl asks me while fluttering her eye lashes. I ignore her flirty and look at my Princess, who is fast asleep.

“Is it possible to get a room?” I question her.

“Can I ask for how long, you want this room?” she asks flirty.

“I’m not sure.” The girl starts typing on her computer and then looks up with a concerned look.

“What is the problem?” I ask her.

“We have only a room for tonight, so I cannot book a room for more than one night,” she admits. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll take that room,” I tell her.

“Can I have your ID, sir?” I look into my pockets and pull out my ID. “Thank you.” The receptionist starts typing and then gives back the documents.

“It’s $70,” she tells me. I give her the money and she hands me the paperwork and keycard.

“Which room is it?” I question her.

“Room 234. You take the elevator to the second floor, and the room will be to the left.”

“Thank you.”

“If there is anything else, you can always call me. You just have to push the button ‘Reception’ on your room phone,” she flirts.

Hello, there is a kid present. Damn, that woman is relentless. I take my bags and walk to the elevators and just at that moment one arrives. I walk in and push ‘2’. A few other people get in and then the door closes. At the second floor I get out and start to look for my room. After several minutes I find the room and open it with the keycard. I walk in and close the door with my foot. I place Savannah down on the bed, because she is still sleeping.  Sitting down myself, I let out a large sigh. My cell phone rings and I look at the screen, seeing it is my mother.

“Hi, Mom,” I say answering it.

“Edward, Son. Where are you?” she asks. I can hear that she is worried. “Lauren came to our house upset, because you ran away on her. She misses you and Savannah.”

Yeah right. “I’m in Seattle, Mom. I had to get away from Lauren. She told me some stuff and I don’t know what to think of it.”

“What did she tell you?”

“I will tell you when I’m back home.” I stand up and walk to the window. “I will leave Seattle tomorrow morning.”

“Okay, send me a message when you get home,” Mom commanded.  I close my eyes and sigh. I don’t want to stay with Lauren. Her confession has made me think and I’m starting to realize that I made a big mistake.  “Can I stay with you and Dad?” I ask my mother. “I just don’t really want to see Lauren for a couple of days.”

“Edward, what in the world has happened? I thought that you and Lauren were doing okay.”

“That was what I thought, Mom, but now I’m not sure anymore. Lauren told me some things, but I’m not ready to discuss it over the phone. I will tell you tomorrow,” I promise her. “I’ve to go. I will send you a text when I leave the hotel.”

“Okay, take care of Savannah. See you tomorrow,” she says before hanging up. I turn around and see that my daughter is still sleeping. The time I’ve had alone with her was amazing, but I know that I have to make some decisions. I walk back to the bed and lay down. I close my eyes and let sleep take over.

The future will tell me what will happen.


Isabella’s POV

I have just arrived in LA. I take my bag and push the stroller in front of me. I can’t believe that I finally got the guts to get away. I walk through the airport to the exit and hope I don’t have to wait long for my ride. I step through the doors and see the person I called yesterday.

“Bella, darling,” the person greets me. “What happened?”

I hug my friend and kiss her cheek.  “It’s a long story. Is it okay that I wait till I’m at your house?”

“Of course, Sweetheart, but I’m just worried. I didn’t hear from you in months and then I got your disturbing phone call.”

“I’m sorry, Tan, but I didn’t know who else to call. You are the person I trust the most.” Tanya leads me to her car and opens the trunk. I put my bag inside and take Nathan out of his stroller.

Tanya moved away a couple of weeks before the birth of Nathan to LA, because she got a job offer. I stayed in contact with her, but after the first hit, I closed myself off of the world. Tanya tried to call me, but I ignored every single call. Now that I’m trying to take a grip of my life again, I’m glad that I called her.

“Do you have a car seat with you?”

“Bella, you already asked me during our phone call to bring it with me,” she points out.

“Oh,” I murmur. “I forgot.”

“Bella, when we get home, you are going to sit down and tell me what happened. You are clearly distraught.” I open the door and put Nathan in his seat. Tanya closes the trunk and walks around the car to the drivers’ seat.

“I know it is hard to follow right now, but I just needed to get away from everything.”

“I get that Bella, but have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?” she asks me.


“You look as if you haven’t slept in months and I’m not speaking about the lack of sleep because of having a baby around.”

It’s like she knows everything. I strap Nathan into his seat and close the door. I open the passengers’ door and get in the car. Tanya follows my lead. She starts the car and pulls out of the lot. We drive along the highway as I look out of the window. Trees are passing by and I feel the tears welling up. Suddenly the car stops and I see we have arrived at a house. Tanya steps out of the car and walks around. I stay in the car and look behind me. Nathan is awake and is playing with his rattle. Tanya pulls my bags out of the trunk. I open my door and step out.

“Finally, I thought you were going to live in the car,” Tanya speaks, amused. She walks up to the front door. “Get Nathan and come in.”

She walks in her house; I get Nathan out of her car, and follow her. She puts my bags down, letting me pass her.

“I will show you Nathan’s room first and then the rest of the house,” she begins. “Follow me.”

I follow her up the stairs.

“Tanya, I didn’t know you had a nursery,” I say in somewhat of a questionable way.

“My best friend has a baby girl. I babysit sometimes,” she answers. She opens a door and walks in. I look around the room. The room is painted a soft blue color. A rainbow is painted on one of the walls. A crib stands against that wall and next to it is a changing table. The curtains are in light purple.

“Wow, this room is beautiful,” I observe.

“You can lay Nathan down.” Tanya walks up to the end table beside the rocker and picks something up. “Here is the baby monitor.” I take it from her.

“Thank you.” She walks out of the room and I put Nathan down on the changing table.  I take a diaper out of his bag and start to change him. When I’m done, I kiss him on his cheek and put him in the crib. I turn on the baby monitor and walk out of the room. I take one last look and close the door. I walk down the stairs and start to look for Tanya.

“Tanya,” I say loudly.

“In the kitchen,” she replies.

Great and where is the kitchen?

“First door on you right.” I follow her directions to my silent question and find the kitchen. Tanya stands with her back to the door. She turns around with two cups in her hand.

“Is that tea?” I ask.

“Yes, come. We are going to take a seat in the living room.”

We walk to the living room and I take a place on the sofa. Tanya puts the cup down on the table and sits down on the love seat.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“Now you are going to tell me what is going on and don’t start with another excuse. I gave you time, but I want to know why you left your husband in Seattle to come to LA,” she demands.

I start to tell her everything that happened after she moved away. I tell her how Paul started to come home late and drunk. I tell her about the first hit, the lies, and of course what I saw yesterday.

“It’s as if I don’t know him anymore,” I say ending my story.

“Why didn’t you leave after the first time he hit you? You don’t only have to think about yourself, but also about your son,” Tanya reprimands me.

“I thought it was a onetime thing,” I mumbled.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” she yells.

“He apolo…”

“Don’t say he apologized,” she interrupts me. “That’s something that every abuser always says, usually followed by how they will never do it again.”

It looks like she knows what she is talking about. “I loved him, Tan. I still love him. But I know this is not the way I want to live, nor is it the way I should live.  However, that doesn’t mean my love for him is over and gone. I’ve loved him for almost five years, that is not something that goes away quickly,” I explain to her.

“Bella, I really know that, but if Paul starts to hit you, then he has a problem and it’s not you. A man hitting a woman he supposedly loves is never justifiable. You can’t stay with him. You have to leave him, please,” she pleads. Tears are falling on her cheeks. “You have to.”

“But I have nowhere to go. I’ve got to go to Harvard to finish my pre-med.”

“You can finish your pre-med anywhere and you can stay here or go to your parents,” she points out. “You have to start your life again and this time on your own.” I look at my hands in my lap and feel the tears on my cheek. I know and realize that Tanya is right.

“I’m scared.”


“My parents’ reaction. That Paul will find me. Everything.”

“You don’t have to worry about Paul. We will file a restraining order,” she replies. “And your parents love you, Bella. I’ve never met them, but they took you in, when you needed them the most. They will help and protect you and Nathan from Paul. You have to call them and tell them the whole truth.” She took her phone and pushed it in my hands.

“Now?” I question her.

“Now. If you don’t do it now, you will chicken out. You have to make decisions, Bella. This is one of them.”

“But what if they don’t want me anymore,” I cry. “What if they find me weak?”

“That will not happen. They will listen and talk to you. Your parents will support you.”

“How do you know that?”

“That is a story for another time.” I take the phone and start to dial the number of my parents. I put it at my ear and hear the dialing tone.

“Whitlock residence. Hello…”

The future will tell me what will happen.

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