This Is Not My Life by isakassees, FF angielskie (zakończone)
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This Is Not My Life by isakassees
Follow Bella as she tries to survive a madman's abduction and keep a stranger's child from
succumbing to his wild fantasies, and follow Edward as he tries to stay sane searching for his
daughter taken right before his eyes.
Chapter 1: Prologue
EPOV
"Lily, did you have fun with Nana Esme today?" I looked in the rearview mirror at my little princess
who was bouncing with an excitement she must have inherited from her Aunt Ali.
"OOOH Yes Daddy, we had so much fun we played outside in the morning with chalk and bubbles
and then I decided to make yucky soup in the mud and then I found a roly poly and I gave him a hug
but I think I hugged him too tight because then he didn't move anymore but then I found a ladybug
and Nana Esme told me that you can get ladybug farms and keep them for pets and so I want to ask
Santa for a ladybug farm for Christmas or is my birthday coming before Christmas because then I will
just ask you or Nana Esme or Papaw Carlisle or Aunt Ali or Uncle Jazz or Aunt Rose or Uncle Em-"
She paused to take her first breath since she opened her mouth and I took the opportunity to jump
in before that continued. I swear one of these days she was going to pass out trying to tell me about
her day. But this was truthfully my favorite part of the day, hearing about hers. I hated having to
leave for such long hours while I was at the hospital, but as soon as my residency was finished, I
planned on starting up a private practice where I could work more reasonable hours. The hardest
part of my day was driving away from her.
"Lily, your birthday will be coming up before Christmas, because it's July, and your birthday is
September 25th, so I will make sure to put a ladybug farm on your wish list, okay, Princess? We need
to stop at the store on the way home, okay?" The silliest question to ask, really, the child loved the
grocery store. I swear she was going to be a chef when she grew up. I loved having her help put
meals together and cook dinner every night. It was our thing that we always did on nights when I was
off in time for dinner.
"What are we making tonight little chef?"
"P'sghettis please, Daddy. Ooh and I want to make a salad and garlic bread to go with it okay,
Daddy?" She told rather than asked me, knowing she was the menu maker in the house. In so many
ways she was growing up too fast, but I
loved
that she still couldn't say spaghetti right. I'd probably
cry the day she did.
"P'sghettis it is, Princess. Remember to stay close and keep your hand on the cart, or you go in
alright?" I reminded her.
"I know daddy," she sighed at me. I could almost
hear
the eye roll.
I pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store and grabbed the first spot I could. I'd never
understood the need to circle a parking lot for fifteen minutes searching for a space that saved
maybe 10 feet of walking distance. I unbuckled her booster and hoisted her up onto my hip to walk
into the store. She wriggled out of my arms as soon as we were inside and helped me pull a cart into
the store. We walked straight to the back of the store and worked our way to the front, going aisle
through aisle collecting all the necessary ingredients for tonight's dinner, chatting more about her
day as we shopped.
We finally made our way to the front of the store in the produce section, and I was selecting some
tomatoes for our salad when she exclaimed, "Daddy! I almost forgot. We're out of apples my new
favorite fruit is apples! Can I go pick some up, they're right there at the end of the lane?" She pulled
out the puppy dog eyes and batted her lashes, while sticking her bottom lip out just a tad. My god,
she had to stop hanging out with Alice so much.
"Yes sweetie, but you stay right there and don't even think about walking around the corner where I
can't see you, alright?" I gave her my best stern look, complete with the arched eyebrow. I learned
that one from my mom, and hey, if she was going to pull out the big guns, so was I.
She nodded her head emphatically agreeing with me and skipped over to the apple display, and I saw
it happen in my mind a split second before it actually did. A huge pyramid of apples balancing
precariously on top of each other was just asking for my daughter to pull from the bottom causing
the ENTIRE display to come crashing and rolling around her.
At that exact moment, a woman came walking around the corner, feet first into the avalanche
walking straight into Lily. Her feet went right out from underneath her and Lily fell on top of her
while apples continued to fall all around them.
I probably stood there gaping for a full second before I sprang into action, jumping over to them in a
leap but still unsure of exactly what to do or say to this poor woman or my daughter who appeared
to be sobbing into the woman's shirt clinging on for dear life. The woman had her eyes shut tightly
and seemed to be shaking slightly as well, and I worried I might soon be dealing with a very upset
strangruntilallofsuddnIhardagigglburstoutfollowed by a snort and another giggle. Was
she laughing?
Before I could blink, they both burst out laughing. Lily was still lying on top of this woman who was
flat on her back in the produce section.
It was a nice grocery store in a good part of town, but I'd never in my life seen a woman fall to the
ground who didn't immediately start shrieking. But there they were, with tears of laughter streaming
down their faces pointing at what used to be an impressive pile of apples, laughing hysterically and
gasping for air for several minutes before I finally cleared my throat to remind them of my presence.
The woman looked over at me then, flushed in the face from laughing so hard and grinning from ear
to ear. She tilted her head and said, "Excuse me, but did you happen to lose a giggle monster?
Because I seem to have found one that landed on my lap and I'm sure her owner is very eager to find
her. I hear giggle monsters like apples, but I wouldn't recommend the granny smiths. They seem to
out of stock at the moment." At this, Lily broke out into hysterics all over again as she scrambled off
the woman and started trying to stand up amongst the apples surrounding them.
I was so dumbfounded at this stranger, who had my daughter laughing harder than I'd ever heard,
when same said daughter had knocked the wind out of her and made her fall onto a filthy floor, and
was just
joking
about it, like there was no other natural reaction.
I was in such a daze that I didn't even offer my hand to help her up, until I saw her start to rise and
stumble over some of the apples under her feet. I reached over and grabbed onto her left elbow
while my other hand instinctively went around her waist to steady her, and I finally got a good look at
her up close. And
my god
was she pretty.
No fuckthat
beautiful.
Like the natural kind of beauty, with big brown doe eyes and pale porcelain skin, with a gorgeous
blush in her cheeks from all her laughter, and big full lips that smelled like cherries.
Wait how can I smell her lips?
OhshitIamstanding way too close to this woman. And I've still got my arms wrapped around her!
I jumped back quickly and looked down at my daughter who was gaping at me, mouth open,
probably wondering when her daddy's brain died and why he was groping at strangers in the
supermarket. I glanced back up at the woman-
I really need to find out her name
- and she was
lookingatmwithhrybrowsraisdbutatlastshwasntbatingmwithhrhandbagyt
She just stood there staring at me, until she shook her head a bit, and blushed anew.
She knelt down next to Lily, and introduced herself. "Hi! I'm Bella. I think we should probably start
picking up some of these apples don't you?"
Lily giggled out a little, "Yeah," and they started picking up the apples and placing them back onto the
shelf.
I finally snapped out of the trance I was in, and stuttered out quickly, "Let me just grab my cart and
I'll come help pick them up. Miss, you really don't have to help, you didn't cause this mess." I didn't
want to call her by her first name, since she hadn't introduced herself to me, but wow, I really
wanted the chance to say it.
Bella
. Beautiful.
She didn't even look up, scoffing, "Please. The great apple avalanche of 2009 has been the most
exciting part of my day; I haven't laughed that hard since...ever." At that, she glanced up at me,
smiling slightly, and I looked away quickly, because apparently looking into this woman's eyes took
away my ability to have coherent thought process.
I walked to my cart to push it back over them. As I reached it, I heard a sound that would haunt my
memory for the rest of my life. I heard my Lily scream and then a gunshot rang out followed by
complete silence. I whipped around to save my little girl from I don't know fucking what, and what I
saw made me freeze.
A man, with stringy blond hair, and cold gray eyes had a gun pointed at my baby girl and Bella.
Chapter 2: His Story
EPOV
Five o'clock.
Fucking finally.
I had been ready for this day to be over since it started this morning. Living in Seattle, I was used to
gray, cloudy, overcast days. But it was
fucking pouring
this morning, and I just wanted to curl up
under my covers with my very sweet and sleepy daughter and not get up for a day. But I didn't have
that option, because I was pretty sure using the rain as an excuse to call in sick really wouldn't fly
with the Chief of Medicine. Even if the Chief does play golf with my dad on a weekly basis.
So I got my ass out of bed and managed to stub my toe twice on my way to the shower, cut myself
shaving, and step on a Barbie shoe all before breakfast. Awesome start.
My four year old daughter Lily, apparently had the same views on sleeping in this morning that I
originally did, because it took me fifteen minutes just to get her out of bed, and she decided to play
'limp noodle' while I dressed her. She was really trying to make things easier for me today.
I managed to get her to my parent's house without further incident, and not for the first time, did I
wish there was someone at my home to be with her. Nothractualmothr
god no
, that was a mess
I was glad to have cut from my life.
I still didn't know how I was going to tell Lily one day about her mom. She'd asked about her before,
and I had managed to put her off for the most part for now, but I knew that wouldn't last forever.
How did you tell your child that her own mother didn't want her? I could only hope she never found
out how I had to beg and plead with Tanya to not have an abortion, promising her anything under
the sun, as long as she just gave me that baby.
I never loved Tanya, and she sure as shit never loved me, but the day she told me she was pregnant, I
felt like the world just made sense. It was unplanned and fucking horrible timing, seeing as I was only
halfway through medical school, but the absolute joy and automatic pride I felt at being somebody's
father
just blew my mind. And I learned my protective side developed rather fucking quickly as the
next words out of her mouth were demanding that I pay for the abortion.
I quite fucking literally
saw red
. I flat out refused, and we hammered out a financial and legal
agreement which had me paying for her living and medical expenses for the next year, with the
understanding that she would walk away after the birth obligation free. That was definitely not the
way I envisioned waiting for my firstborn child, what with angry phone calls at all hours of the day
demanding the most ridiculous food cravings. (At one point I actually ordered chocolate directly from
Switzerland, and this weird sponge cake that is made in Germany but only sold in Japan for some
unknown reason).
I paid for thousands of dollars in designer maternity clothes all designed to make her look as least
pregnant as possible, because as far as Tanya was concerned, it was the most disgusting thing on the
planet. She was actually a very pretty woman, or at least she would have been if her soul wasn't a
black vacuum of all things good that destroyed all outer beauty. When we were dating she was high
maintenance to be sure, but she wasn't this vindictive manipulator I came to know as the
real
Tanya.
She could hide her true nature fairly well when it worked to her advantage, but once she had me by
thballsthtigrshowditstrustrips
And brought out the fucking claws. Jesus.
She completely refused to let me take any pictures of her stomach, or touch it in any way. She
demanded a 'post-partum' shower, where I paid for her and her collection of equally vapid and
shallow pit of vipers to gather around her and lament her condition, while giving her gifts she could
use once she was, and I quote, "rid of this fucking thing."
They gave her gift certificates for personal trainers, treatments to the med-spa, bottles upon bottles
of liquor, and quite the assortment of diet pills. My family ended up throwing me a baby shower
once we found it was going to be a girl, and I got to celebrate and start putting together my little
princess's nursery. It was slightly emasculating to sit in a room full of finger foods and diaper cakes (if
you ever met my sister Alice you'd understand) in a fucking sea of pink and lace, but I was just so
fucking excited that I was going to be a dad.
The day she was born was the best day of my life.
Tanya had a scheduled C-section, because she had apparently been able to fuck a plastic surgeon into
agreeing to give her a tummy tuck after she delivered the baby.
I didn't fucking care. The second my baby was out and wrapped up, the nurses handed her to me and
I was
complete
. She opened up her little gray eyes and looked right into mine, and I was hooked. I
already knew the answer, but just to be nice, I asked Tanya if she wanted to hold her, and she didn't
even look up at me to tell me to "Get fucking real Edward. That's your baby, not mine."
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