A/n Read THIS!!! Okay so I got this idea after watching E-True Hollywood Story: Cults, Religion, and Mind Control. Basically this is about Bella living in a cult but she's not techincally living in it during the story-just read and find out; aslo I'm going to put a poll up if the Cullens in this story should be human or vampires so vote on that.

It's a dark cold lonely night in Forks, Washington the time is Twilight. A girl around the age of seventeen is running for the fear of her life deep in the forest where no one else dares to go late at night; she keeps tripping over the roots of the trees sticking out of the hard rough ground. The girl is running away from her horrible reality. Her face is badly bruised like the rest of her body because of her pale skin you can very well see the black and blue marks on her skin. She merges out of the forest to see an unfamiliar surroundings; she is lost and has nowhere to go but one thing is for sure she can't go back no matter what happens here. She lays down on a bus stop bench and cries herself to sleep.

Bella's POV:

I woke up on the bench where I slept last night; I can't recall a single thing about my past but I know for a fact I can never go back. I see people heading into a enormous building that says Forks Mall; I decide to walk in to see why everyone keeps come in and out of here. First they come with no bags and then they leave with like five bags in their hands. I walk in to a little store that is called Renee's Trendy Treasures; I look around to see all these different type of clothing that are nowhere near what I'm wearing. I found a pair of jeans and a shirt so I take them in my hand and walk out I don't know where people get those bags. When I walkout of the exit I hear a loud beeping noise coming from some place that I couldn't see then I see a tall large man running towards me. I notice he has a badge so I start to run but its too late he tackles me to the ground and puts handcuffs around my wrist. He then drags me into a secret room that needs a little card to open it and a number pad to type in the code; he aggressively pushed me down on the chair.

"Shoplifting is a crime; you can be charged for the items you tried to steal" he said meanly.

"I just saw people walk out with bags when they came in with nothing in their hands" I said innocently.

"That is different those people paid for their items unlike you" he said cruelly.

"Renee are you going to press charges on this young lady" he asked the lady in the room with us nicely.

"No I'm not; she can be let go" Renee said kindly.

"What are your parents number? We need to call them so they can come pick you up punk" the man said stern.

"No! Please don't make me go back there!" I cried out before my breakdown started.

"Look at her face and her arms" Renee said concerned then I realized they could visibly see my bruises.

"Honey how long has this been going on?" she asked.

"A very long time, I can't remember the exact date or year" I said fearful.

"No one is going to hurt you now" the man said nicely.

"I don't have anywhere to go though" I said.

"You can come and live with me until you remember where you're from so we can prosecute them and send them to jail" Renee said confidently.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden to you" I asked nervous.

"I always wanted to have a daughter; how about we go back to my store and get you some new clothes?" she said proudly and I couldn't help but admire her.

"Okay? I really stand out in this" I joked about my torn worn down blue dress that was so long that it drags across the floor. Renee smiled and we walked back to her store since the interrogation took forever; Renee closed the store early and let the time be spent on making me over into looking like a teenager instead of a fifty year old woman from the 1800s.

"You look amazing" Renee shrieked when she saw the new me.

I had on a pair of ripped jeans with a razor back top that was blue and black and the pattern was plaid; my makeup covered my bruises and pop my brown eyes and finally my hair is curly but tamed. My past was like my old dress ripped, torn, burned, and destroyed and hopefully it will not come back.

"You ready to go home?" Renee asked exhausted.

"Yes I am" I said happily; my life from here on is a million times better than my old mysterious one.

Review should I keep this story? Will Reene realize that Bella is her kid? And why did she leave Bella all by herself thirteen years ago?