A/n: *checks ID* Nope still not SM *pouts* HOWEVER, I do own the plot, just not the poem that this story is semi-based on. Many thanks to JoyfulyetHesitantPen for being my awesome pre reader, sister, bestie and fellow Jasper obsessor.

Summary: Peter and Bella have been dating for less than a year. It's their first Christmas together and instead of getting Bella one gift, he's going to get her twelve with the last one being the most special. AH.

It was December the thirteenth, and there were officially twelve days to Christmas. This would be my first Christmas with my new boyfriend Peter Whitlock.

~flashback~

Three years ago, I was in a relationship with a boy who I thought was "the one". He was so sweet in the beginning but the longer I stayed with him, the more that I came to realize that he was a control freak, at first when he would pick out a shirt for me, I thought it was sweet but soon he was picking out all of my clothing, throwing out things that he didn't like; holey jeans, short shorts, tank tops and things of that nature, and letting his bitch of a sister Alice, buy me designer clothing and forcing me to wear it; she lovedto play Bella Barbie. His controlling became so severe that he wouldn't let me go and visit my friends in La Push. I had finally had enough of his controlling ways that I tried to leave him and that's when he became violent. He beat me and kept telling me that it was my fault that he hit me.

Charlie placed a restraining order on Edward; something that Edward didn't like. After I got out of hospital I went into a deep depression, spiraling out of control, drinking, doing drugs, hanging out with bikers who ran in tough crowds and having unprotected sex all because I believed Edward when he said it was all my fault the way that our relationship went, he told me that I was a bad girlfriend, I made him have to control me with the way that I acted and it was also my fault that he beat me.

It wasn't till I got arrest by Charlie for shoplifting with some of the biker chicks to wake me the fuck up. It was then that I realized; while sitting in a jail cell waiting for arraignment, what I had let my life become like over a stupid boy who never loved me in the first fucking place. Seeing as how the shoplifting was my first offence, I wasn't put into jail. I did have to do community service and attend counseling. I was able to get the help that I needed to get off the drugs, stop the drinking and wild sex.

Once I was all cleaned and back onto a healthier road, I finished high school and started applying to colleges and universities. I wanted to get out of Forks, out of the rain and out of the reminder of what Pussyward did to me; the only think that I didn't want to do was leave Charlie, I was going to miss him and I would always be guilty for the hell I put him through. When my acceptance letter came in from Texas A&M, I knew that's where I wanted to go. With the money that I had saved up, a trust that Charlie set up when I was born and the job that I had got at the bar that was close to campus, I had enough money for tuition.

I graduated Forks High with honors, was made valedictorian and gave a kick ass commencement speech. After graduation was over, Charlie and I went to the diner to have dinner. I was invited to Jessica's graduation party, I didn't want to go but Charlie made me, saying that this would probably be the last time that I saw these people. He then told me that he believed in me, that I wasn't going to drink too much and then dropped me off at the Stanley house.

I had a good time at the party and even though the alcohol was flowing freely, I only had one drink; something that the therapist said that I could do from time to time. I left around midnight, saying goodbye to everyone and promising Angela that I would keep in touch with her via email, I called Charlie to come and get me. Over the next couple of days, I spent packing things I wanted to take with me, decided what I wanted to leave here, what I wanted to donate and what was just trash.

Moving to Texas was a great thing for me. I was no longer the sweet and innocent little girl from Forks, Washington but I also wasn't the hardcore badass that I used to be; however, I still dressed the part. I kept my grades up in college and was the best bartender at "Eclipse." I even won some awards for the way that I could sling drinks and the flare that I put into them.

I had been in Texas for a month when Peter walked in. He sat down at the bar, ordered a shot of whiskey and after I had set down his drink, we spent the remainder of my shift talking. Peter was very funny, and my sides were hurting because of all the laughing that I was doing. After that first meeting, Peter and I were always together on the nights that I wasn't working.

My relationship was nothing like the way that mine and Edward's was; where Edward was a controlling asshole, Peter wasn't. Now don't get me wrong, Peter was possessive of me, but not to scary lengths, he only wanted to keep me protected. Peter introduced me to his brother Jasper the first weekend that I had off work. Jasper looked exactly like Peter but there were a few differences, where Peter had pale blond hair; Jasper's was more of a honey color. Peter was slightly taller than Jasper but not by much.

Jasper and I got along great, Jasper was in the army; currently on leave, and was engaged to Victoria, a beautiful red head. When Peter and Jasper learned about my story, they both vowed to kill Edward should he ever try to get in contact with me again. After only a couple of months, I moved out of my loft and moved into Peter's apartment, it only made sense seeing as how I spent more time there than at my loft anyways.

~end flashback~

I shook myself out of my thoughts when I heard the phone ring, I raced downstairs knowing that Peter wasn't home right now. I grabbed the phone mid fourth ring and said breathily, "Hello."

"Well hey there Bellybean, how's my favorite cousin?" came from the other end in a cheerful voice.

"Hi Emmett, I'm good how are you?" I asked with a big smile on my face.

"Excited to see you again." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"When are you and Rosie coming?" I whined.

"Couple of days and we'll be staying till after the new year."

"That's great. Oh I so can't wait to see you again." I was so excited.

"I can't wait either." I could almost see the smile playing on his lips.

"So was there something that I could help you with?"

"No, no. I was just calling to let you know when we would be there."

"Oh, ok Em." My smile fell slightly.

"Love ya."

"Love you also Em."

We hung up then and I sighed, I really missed my cousin. He and his wife Rosalie lived in California and we didn't get to see each other as often as I liked. Em was more like a brother to me than a cousin, and when he found out what Edward did to me, he was pissed beyond belief and had to be restrained from going out and killing Edward. I also got a stern talking to from him when he found out what I had let my life become.

I didn't have class today, but Peter did. I walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat and saw a note on the fridge in Peter's handwriting. It read,

Darlin',
Happy December 13th. There are twelve days left to Christmas. Head into the living room, there is a gift waiting in there for you.
Love,
Peter

I dropped the note and went running into the living room to see what the gift was. I didn't see it right away but that was because Peter had hidden it and I had to follow his directions to find the gift; sometimes the directions purposely led me to the wrong place. I finally found the gift behind the doors of the TV stand, it was a long thin box wrapped in a blue paper with a big red bow and another note was attached to it. It read,

On the first day of Christmas, your true love gave to you...

I took off the note, slipped off the bow and then ripped open the wrapping paper. I opened the hinged box and gasped at what lie on the silk lining. It was a dark blue almost purple heart shaped necklace that had a puzzle piece worked into the heart. Underneath the necklace was another note Peter had written,

Darlin',

You are the puzzle piece that my heart had been lookin' for and now that I've found you, my heart is finally whole. This necklace is to symbolize what you mean to me, you'll always have a piece of my heart to wear around your neck as you carry the rest of my heart around with you.

Love always,
Peter.

I had tears running down my cheeks and I had to move the note so that my tears wouldn't make it spotted. I don't know how long I had been crying for before I felt two strong arms wrap around me. I knew that it was Peter by the scent of his cologne and I collapsed in his arms.He didn't say anything, just ran his hand through my hair while rocking me. After a little while, I finally calmed down, I pulled back from his arms, rubbed the back of my hand over my eyes, sniffled a couple of times and said in a shaky voice, "This gift is so amazing Peter. Thank you."

"You're welcome darlin'. I meant everythin' that I said in the note, you are the missin' puzzle piece to my heart and I'll never let anythin' or anyone harm ya again." he replied while running his hand through my hair.

"I love you Peter." My smile was so huge that my face was hurting.

"I love ya as well darlin'." I could see the love shining in his eyes and his smile matched mine.

I placed a kiss on Peter's lips and then he helped me put on the necklace. I was never going to take this necklace off.

A/n: So what do we think of the first chapter? Isn't Peter such a sweetie? I'll be back tomorrow with the next chapter, they are not all going to be long ones, its gonna be more like a drabble fic, 1000 words or less. *waves* Until next time, also I'll be posting all the gifts that Peter gives Bella on my blog (link in my profile). All gifts will be posted once the last chapter is up.