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Summary:

""We adopted you…. Your real parent are my and Charlie's best friends… Rosalie and Emmett McCarthy. They had you at 19." she gasped as it became difficult for her to breathe.

"Mom please don't" I whispered not wanting to hear anymore.

"Honey…it's true…Please don't judge them okay-"she looked as if she wanted so say more. But her hands became limp in my own and her head rolled to a side. As she stopped breathing.

"MOM!" I cried out loudly.

But what do Rosalie and Emmett Cullen have to do with anything? And why are they so protective off her?

Prologue - tears

Bella Swans POV:

A year ago if someone told me that I would end up in an orphanage. I would have laughed in their face and walked away. Not once had I thought that I would lose my parents the way I did;

I was in school and we had our lunch break, and as usual I was eating my school lunch in the cafeteria, having a light conversation with my friends Leah, Sophia Tasha and Caitlin. I was laughing at a story she had just told me of her little brother. When my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I looked at the Caller ID but it was a private caller, I quirked my eyebrow at it and answered:

"Hello?" I greeted in a voice filled with curiosity.

"Am I speaking to Isabella Swan?" asked an unfamiliar voice.

My curiosity increased, "yes that is me may I ask who you are?"

The lady on the other side of the line took a deep breath and continued, "Isabella I am Kasha Smith a nurse at Saint Mary's hospital. I found your number in your Mothers purse-"

"What do you mean my mother's purse? And why is she at the hospital?" I asked in a slightly raised voice. I was starting to panic as my mom wasn't meant to even be here, she left for Egypt this morning with my father for a short holiday to celebrate their anniversary.

The whole table went quiet and all my friends were looked at me with full curiosity much like my own.

"Isabella your father and mother had a car accident which killed the other driver almost instantly but left your mother and father with critical injuries. It isn't looking good for both of them. But ever since your mother arrived she's been whispering your name. So could you please get it here as soon as possible?"

"Okay I will" I said in a shaky voice as I ended the call.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and ran out of the cafeteria. Ignoring the worried expressions on each of my friends faces. I hurried over to the bus stop which was just outside of school not bothering to inform the school where I was going. I stood there s tapping my foot impatiently looking for the bus every few seconds. When the bus did finally come 2 minutes later it felt like eternity had passed. I paid the buss driver my 80 pennies and took a seat praying that there wouldn't be much traffic in the way to the hospital.

Whilst I sat there waiting for the bus to reach the hospital my imagination went wild. Many different scenarios played in my head all of them not having a pretty ending. I fought back tears that came with each scenario. Willing my mind to think of a different more happy scenario but somehow my conscious knew that today want going to end pretty therefore didn't let me think of anything good.

When the bus stopped in front of Saint Mary's hospital I jumped out of the bus jogging up to the hospital. Slightly surprised that I didn't slip, seeing as I wasn't the most graceful person to exist. When I reached the front desk I was out of breath:

"My parents…. Were bought in…. after accident" I choked out. Trying to catch my breath.

The receptionist gave me a once over before she started to ask me a trillion questions. I answered the first few but my patients ran out after the fourth question.

Didn't she understand that I had to see my parents as soon as possible?

Fortunately, a nurse close by seemed to recognise me.

"Are you Isabella Swan?" she asked.

I nodded.

She smiled sadly at me, "I am the nurse who informed you of our parents condition" she turned to the receptionist, "I will take her to her parents" she said.

I gave her a thankful smile as she gestured for me to follow her.

I picked up pace and started walking besides her.

"A-a-are my parents' o- o- okay?" I asked hesitantly fearing the worst.

She glanced at me briefly "I am afraid that they are not doing to well. We will try to do everything we can to save them" she said.

I nodded, and continued walking, until her words finally sunk in.

I stopped in my tracks.

"W...w...what do you mean... y...y...you will do everything to save them?" I stuttered my voice braking twice.

She stopped walking as soon as she realised that I was walking next to her and turned around to look at me.

She walked back to me and lightly put her hand on my shoulder.

"The accident your parents were involved in was terrible. The driver of the other car was drunk and crashed into your parents' car in the worst way imaginable causing the car to spin of the street and to crash into a tree nearby. Luckily there were a few police officers nearby who saw the accident and were able to get your parents out of their car before it broke into flames, the immediately called us and within five minutes out ambulance was there. But you have to understand the accident was terrible and it has left your parents with deadly injuries which not even the world best doctor can fix. But as I said we will still try our best to save them."

I shrugged her hand of my shoulder as tears started blurring my vision.

"Please take me to them" I whispered not trusting my voice.

She gave me a sympathetic smile before she started leading the way again.

I followed her not really seeing anything that was happening around me.

She finally stopped and pointed to two rooms, "Your mother and father are being operated on in those two rooms. It might take a while for the surgery to finish so please take a seat."

I nodded and tried to move but my feat wouldn't co-operate. So I just stood there. The nurse looked at me for a while willing me to move but once she knew it wasn't happening. She lightly took hold of both my shoulders and guided me to a plastic chair nearby and sat me down.

Once I was safely seated she bend down in front of me and handed me a tissue. I stared at it questioningly until I felt the wet trails of tears that were making their way down my cheeks. I took the tissue out of her hands but didn't make a move to wipe the tears away. Seeing as new tears would make there way down my cheeks as soon as the old ones were removed.

She gave my hands a light squeeze, "Don't worry everything will be okay" she whispered before she stood up and walked away.

I stared after her. Why would she tell me everything will be okay after telling me that my parents are on their death beds? There basically isn't a point in telling people that as you don't know whether everything WILL be okay. You're lying when you say that. Why tell people a lie to sooth them?

I watched the doors that she had pointed out to me wondering what was happening behind them. As tears trailed down my cheeks and fell onto my lap. I didn't bother trying to stop them as I knew that it was a lost cause.

I didn't how long I had been staring at the doors. When one of the doors opened. A doctor made his way over to me not making eye contact once. I watched him as my heart started beating frantically in my chest. Once he approached me, he much like the nurse crouched down in front of my chair and took hold of both of my hands.

He slowly lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. His kind old eyes were sad and held remorse as he looked at me with sympathy. My rapidly beating heart jumped into my throat knowing that this doctor didn't posses any good news.

He cleared his throat probably preparing himself for my reaction to his news.

"I am sorry Isabella we tried to do everything we could to save your father. But the accident had left him with terrible injuries and his body wasn't reacting well… he just left us all a couple of minutes ago. I am sorry." He said his voice ringing with sincerity.

As soon as I had seen the grim expression on his face I had expected this. But hearing him confirm it was worse than I thought it would be. I felt like someone had just dropped a tonne of bricks on me making it harder for me to breath. Fresh tears sprang to my eyes, and a sob vibrated through my body. As I stared at my lap intently, trying to stop myself from breaking down in front of the doctor.

I suppressed the next sob that was trying to escape and wiped the tears away with the back of my sleeves. I took a deep breath calming breath and looked up to meet the doctors' worried face. I tried to give him a reassuring smile but I'm sure it turned into a grimace.

"Can I see him?" I asked him in a weak voice.

He looked as if he wanted to argue, but stopped when he saw the plea in my eyes.

"Okay you can go and see him" he sighed.

I murmured quick thanks and wobbled to the room that my dad was in. Once I reached the door I leaned against it, closed my eyes and took a deep breath trying to prepare myself for whatever I was going to see once I stepped foot into the room. Once I was calm enough I opened my eyes and reached out for the doorknob and twisted it causing it to open. Immediately my heart started to race again and my mind was screaming at me to run away before I saw something which would haunt me for the rest of my existence. But my heart was a completely different story it wanted me to twist the knob and prove to everyone that my daddy was alive it wanted to prove everyone wrong! My heart didn't believe that my daddy had left me it didn't want to believe the doctors words.

I was with my heart I didn't believe that my dad would leave me so easily so I mustered all my courage together and pushed the door open.

I looked around the humid room. The room smelt unpleasant and I fighted the urge run away. My eyes scanned the room and finally landed on the bed. On top of the bed was a figure but I couldn't figure out who it was as the whole of his body was covered in a white blanket. My eyes never left the bed as I ever so slowly made my way to the bed. Silently praying that this person wasn't my father but someone else. Once I reached the bed I stopped. I wanted to rip the blanket of the body and prove to the doctors that it wasn't my father. But at the same time I was scared that it was infact him underneath the blankets.

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together into a thin line. I slowly lifted my hand to the side of the blanket and grabbed hold of it. My eyes remained closed as I ripped the blanket of the body. I took a shaky breath and carefully opened my eyes.

A lump appeared in my throat as I took in the body in front of me. A whimper escaped from my lips.

He was a bloody mess. His white shirt was completely covered in blood not leaving one spot of it white. His head was in bandages but the blood had made it was through the bandage in some places. His hand was twisted in a weird inhuman way. He looked terrible.

"Oh daddy!"

I cried as I sunk to the floor in front of him and took hold of his hand. I wanted to cry but swallowed back the sobs I had to stay strong. I just sat there watching my dads' peaceful face.

It seemed like years before someone behind me cleared their throat bringing me back to Earth.

I looked up to meet the nurses' gaze.

"Isabella your mom is in a terrible state and her chances of surviving are very slim. But as you have been informed she was whispering your name while she was conscious and it seemed as if she wanted to say something. Fortunately we managed to help her gain conscious for a few minutes so she can tell you whatever she needs to say. But you will need to get to her fast before she slips back into un-consciousness." The doctor said.

I nodded at the doctor. I looked down at my fathers face and quickly gave his cold forehead a kiss before racing to my moms' room. Craving to have some time with her whilst she was conscious.

I reached the door to her room and looked at her broken form her injuries similar to my fathers.

"Mom." I breathed as I saw her lying down on her bed her eyes closed...

She turned around to face me as soon as she heard me call out for her.

She smiled at me "Bella comes here."

I obligated quickly and raced to her side grabbing hold of her hand.

She winced as I accidently squeezed a wound. I was about to let her hand go when she put her good hand over mine to stop me from doing so.

I looked up in time to see her close her eyes as if she was in pain.

"Mom?" I asked startled.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, "It seems like I don't have enough time left"

"Mom please don't leave me" I cried.

She gently patted my hand, "Honey it's my time to go but before I go I need to tell you something."

I nodded at her as tears were threatening to spill but I blinked them back.

"Bella, me and Charlie aren't your birth parent-"she began.

I cut her off by giving her an incredulous look.

"Sweetheart I haven't lost it okay? I know what I'm saying" she chuckled lightly but winced in pain soon after.

Her breathing started to accelerate.

"We adopted you…. Your real parents are my and Charlie's best friends… Rosalie and Emmett McCarthy. They had you at 19." she gasped as it became difficult for her to breathe.

"Mom please don't" I whispered not wanting to hear anymore.

"Honey…it's true…Please don't judge them okay-"she looked as if she wanted so say more. But her hands became limp in my own and her head rolled to a side. As she stopped breathing.

"MOM!" I cried out loudly.

I curled up into a ball put my face on my knees as think tears started rolling down my cheeks, and painful sobs started exploding form my chest causing my whole frame to vibrate.

I felt a familiar of hand embrace my curled up figure and pull me to her chest and I held onto her as if my life depended on it. She stroked my hair gently letting me get it all out of my system.

"They're gone Sophia… they… left me!" I cried out in remorse as another Sob shook my body.

I sat there crying for God know how long. Until I felt a darkness sweep through and I had welcomed it gratefully.

That had happened 6 months ago and it had shaken me up drastically. I was depressed for weeks. But I did slowly recover. I now always stayed happy and enjoy my life to the fullest as you never know when your life will end. With the personality I have now no one would ever think that I ever went through something so traumatic.

However, I never told a person what my mom had told me that day.

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