I wake up and run to the bathroom...I thought morning sickness was only in the first trimester...not the last part. I puke out everything and since I haven't been eating that much I start to dry heave...the worst feeling ever. It takes me forever to get myself back into standing due to the huge belly interfering with everything.

I push up on the sink and turn on the water, letting the wetness settle in my hands before bringing to my mouth. I swish a few times and then spit it back out, hoping that I won't puke again.

I walk back towards the bedroom and Chase is rolling over. I debate going back to bed. I so don't want to wake him up. He can get evil when he gets woke up out of the blue. So instead I make my way to the kitchen. The kitchen is so small and with my big belly I can practically put my back against one cabinet and touch the one in front of me. Ok...I'm not all the way there...but almost.

I open the fridge and grab a carton of orange juice suddenly I have this sharp pain and it brings me to my knees as I double over. Oh my god...this can't be happening...it's way too soon. I watch as all the juice spills out all over the floor. Shit...he is going to be pissed. I grab one of the towels and start cleaning it up by throwing the towel down and using my feet to wipe it up. It's not all the way clean but I leave it because there is another sharp pain coming. I grab my purse and walk out the door.

Everyone is asleep and why wouldn't they be its like three in the morning. I walk out to the street and motion for one of the cars going by to stop. I'm surprised that it was that easy. "Can you give me a ride to the hospital...I think I am in labor?"

"Yeah....get it..." The guy says as he moves things out of the front seat.

I know...I shouldn't get in with this guy but hopefully he will be nice enough to take me where I need to go. Once at the hospital I thank him and walk in alone. Comes to find out it was false labor, they called them 'Braxton Hicks'. Guess what else...they won't let me go home unless someone picks me up. The only number I know is my mom's. I take a deep breath before dialing the number.

I know I woke her up the moment I hear the sound of her voice. "Hello...Mrs. Palmer speaking..."I can't find the words to say back to her. God...it's been so long since we have talked. "Hello...Hello...Can I help you?"

"Mom...its Bella can you please come get me?"There is silence on the other end."Mom...I'm at the General Hospital...they won't let me leave until someone picks me up."

"Sure...be right there." I hear it in her voice the huge disappointment that I am to her before she hangs up the phone. Fifteen minutes later she is standing in the doorway. I watch as she walks in, looking around to see if he is here. She has no clue that he is in jail...and will be for a long time. I stand up and all the color drains from her face.

"Get your stuff let's go." I can't tell if she is frustrated or more annoyed with the situation that I am in.

I follow her out to her car. A part of me just wants to walk off but it is so far to the apartment so I force myself to get in the car. She gets in and looks over at me.

"So...prince charming got you knocked up and left you on your two bare feet."

I look down and she is almost right...I don't have any shoes on. During the process of the Braxton Hicks...I forgot to put my shoes on. "It's not like that."

She looks around the parking lot. "Really...so where is he...home in bed all drugged up?"

"No...mom just take me home?" I get in and look out he window not wanting to have to face her for now.

"Sure...where too."

I give her the address and she just looks at me like I have got to be kidding. She puts the car in drive and takes me but when she pulls up she stops and looks at me again. "You are living here?"

"It's not that bad mom...hell you kicked me out where was I supposed to go?"

"I didn't kick you out...you choose to leave on your own. You had it all Isabella...and you let this one guy bring you down. How can you raise the baby here...look at this place?"

"Twins...mom...I'm having twins...and Lucas is...not here alright. He...he got sent off so I'm living with this jerk just so that I'm not sleeping on the streets...is that what want to hear...how I fucked up my life so royally that there's no going back to who I was."I see the guilt in her eyes. "I'm sorry...I never thought that this would happen...thanks for the ride."

I go to open the door and she reaches out to grab my arm. "Isabella...come home. You can stay there until you have the babies and then we will help you find a place."

I'm not sure that I can actually go back home. I would never hear the end of this and I can't believe she even offered. I look back up at her and try to smile to let her know that I should be fine. "Mom...that is nice of you but really... I will be fine."

"Ok but if..." She starts to say but the door opens up and Chase is jerking me out of the car.

"Where the fuck have you been...did you make that mess in the kitchen...get your ass up there and clean that shit up."He is inches from my face and I can smell the stale beer on his breath.

"I was at the hospital...geez."He reaches back and slaps the hell out of me and proceeds to drag me away.

But my mother gets out of the car and rushes over to him pushing the hell out of him. "How dare you hit a pregnant woman."

"And who the hell are you?"

"I'm her mother...so get your damn hands off of her."

"Make me....bitch." He grasp tightens on my arm. He gives me this look and I know once she is gone he will let me have it. It's not the first time and if this is not the last time I know there will be plenty more.

I'm shocked when I see her reaction; she pulls out this small gun and holds it up to his head... "Go on...touch her again so help me I do know how to use this and don't you think I won't...go on."

"Look I don't need this shit." He shoves me towards her. "Go home to your moma...I better not ever see you around here again...go on now....get."

My mom helps me get back to the car and she flies out of there like a mad woman. I have never seen her stand up to anyone like that. She doesn't say anything all the way back to her house...my childhood home.