All of a sudden a chorus of yelling wove all around me from the both of them. I guess the food bribery wouldn’t help after all. My eyes were stinging as I tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

I couldn’t really hear everything they were saying as they were talking at the same time, but I heard bits and pieces.

“Following in our footsteps . . .”

“Too young for a baby . . .”

“That’s why you married him . . .”

“What happened to our innocent little Bella . . ?”

“Bad influence on our daughter . . .”

“Taken advantage of . . .”

“Good for nothing Cullens . . .”

That was the last straw for me. I stood up from the couch a bit too quick for my body’s liking. Edward held on to my side as I swayed from the dizziness.

“Enough!” I couldn’t help the scream that came flew through my lips.

I pulled him along behind me as we strode toward the door. Renee and Charlie were still yelling about this and that, but he paused briefly watching me leave.

“Where are you going,” he sound perplexed.

“I don’t have to deal with this dad. This is not Edward’s fault. Not everything that happens is to be blamed on him. He is a good man, and we love each other. We’re going to have a child together and be a real family. If you can’t accept it, than that is your loss.”

“It’s not a loss Isabella. This is ridiculous! I cannot believe that the two of you,” my father trailed off in an outrage.

“Yeah,” my mother began putting her two cents in. “What about school, what about your dreams? This is not what we wanted for you.”

“This is what I want. Can you deal with that?”

“No,” they both replied simultaneously.

I could not believe that they were being such hypocrites. It seemed to them that I was making the same mistakes they did, but shouldn’t that make them a bit more compassionate toward me? Instead, they were pushing me away. My own parents wanted nothing to do with me.

“Mom . . . dad . . . the two of you are going to be grandparents. Don’t you want to be in your grandchild’s life?”

I could feel Edward stiffen beside me, probably hearing more than the simple ‘no’ they both gave me. I didn’t even want to guess the extent at what he was really thinking. This was already too much hurt for me to handle.

“Okay then. Do not call me if you change your mind, I don’t want to hear it. Goodbye Renee. Goodbye Charlie.” With one last look at my old home I turned around and opened the door.

“Oh yeah,” I recalled in a defeated tone. “Don’t forget to take your dinner out of the oven in 10 minutes or it will burn.” I didn’t look back as I instructed him. I just kept on walking and shut the door to my old life behind me forever.