First fan fiction so please be nice. Um…basically the story is Edward and Bella. All human there's no mystical creatures. There might be a little not-character like acts in here but not yet. Just let me know if I should continue. thanks

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Edward's pov

"Edward! Alice! Emmett! Come down here please." My father, Carlisle called up the stairs. I wonder what Emmett did this time to get us into trouble. For an 8 year old he's a evil genius. I walked out of my room and banged on Alice's door. Downstairs the TV filled the living room with green light. Great this means a family meeting. Yay. Alice and I sat on opposite ends of the couch. She was still mad that I refused to play dress up Edward. I'm 17 for god's sake. Whatever she'll get over it. But then again I did give her number to that Mike Newton guy who'd been drooling after her for a while. Yeah that's probably why I'm not forgiven yet.

"I know I'm in trouble dad. What was I thinking? Why did I think I could get away with it? But you have to admit it was pretty funny." Emmett exclaimed as he bounded down the stairs. He then noticed the television and clamped his mouth shut. "Rewind. Delete and Play. Hey dad what's the family meeting about?" Emmett tried to cover up as he jumped into the space between Alice and I.

"We'll talk about that later on." Dad said to Emmett. "As you three know the hospital holds a fundraiser each year to give to the charities around the area. This years will be in the next couple of months, it'll be a fancy dinner party that Emmett will most likely fall asleep at. Anyway, this year the hospital decided to do some more. Doctors such as myself have been asked to take in a family from a shelter if they have room. We obviously have room so I agreed to house a family. We will have a family from AFS," He continued after clicking a button for the charity's symbol. "The AFS is an abusive family shelter. Parents and their children can run to any of these shelters across the nation and they protect them from their abusive spouses. The family that we will be housing is," he paused to click and a picture came up. "the swans. The mother Renee Swan. Daughter, Isabella Swan. And son James Swan. We don't know exactly what the father has done to them. That is privileged information. All we know is that we will all be nice," he looked at me sternly. "considerate, non-prankful," looking at Emmett with his eyebrows raised. "and generous." he finished smiling at Alice.

"Yes Daddy." Alice replied smiling angelically. I saw through that smile straight to the devil horns.

"Well, they will be here tomorrow so start polishing those halos." Carlisle stated clapping his hands. He turned to the television and looked at the screen, sighed and walked out. Esme who'd been silent the whole time left the room as well and I noticed she had tears in her eyes.

Esme was married before she'd even met my father. Her first husband she married at 18 right our of high school. He was abusive and beat her every night if he wasn't given exactly what he wanted. She escaped one night after a bad beating and stumbled across my father. He was in his last year of Med school so he was able to nurse her back to health. Carlisle went with my mother to get divorce papers filed and that was the end of her first husband. 7 months later Carlisle proposed to my mom and they were married the next year. Nine months after the wedding, or I guess the honeymoon, I showed up and my mother says that was probably the happiest day of her life. Seeing Carlisle's eyes and smile in my own. But since dad didn't want a jr. I was named after his father, Grandpa Edward. I was two weeks old when my mother became pregnant again. Six months into pregnancy my mother went into labor and after almost a full day of pain and tears. My father was able to deliver and save my premature sister. Mom wanted to name her something along the lines of miracle baby but dad decided to name her after and Aunt Alice. On Alice's eighth birthday we had two celebrations. Alice's birthday and Mommy's pregnant again day. Almost nine months to the day mom went into labor. This one I remember. Grandma and grandpa came in and took Alice and I to the zoo, while dad delivered Emmett. Emmett was named after mom's favorite book character at the time. Even though we don't get along sometimes I can never imagine my father hitting any of us.

I starred up at the photo on the television. The woman, Renee Swan, had long brown colored hair pulled and tied to the side, and was in such a tangled mess I briefly wondered if it had seen a brush or even a shower in a while. She was barley smiling, her lips making a faint curve that you had to really look to see that it was a smile and not a trick of the light. Renee's eyes looked faded and tired, as if she had fought battles that were not intended for her. An arm hung in a sling over her left shoulder for her right arm. Her left arm was up and around the daughter, Isabella's shoulder.

Isabella Swan was a odd looking girl. Something about the look she had, or maybe it was her posture, that made me want to get in front of her and take on the world to protect her. Isabella's eyes unlike her mother's blue, were brown. A dark brown vortex that even through a picture I was lost in. Her eyes held no hurt, no pain, no sadness, no emotion. Just a brick wall. A wall most likely used to keep any tears from spilling out, or emotion shinning through to give away a secret. I felt the need to find a whole in the wall, or to call up to the top for Rupunzel to let down her dark brown hair for me to climb up and save her. She had a nasty bruise on her cheek bone. But even with that bruise her head was still held high, with no smile. I noticed her right arm was wrapped around her mothers waist while the other was pressed to her brothers chest.

James Swan had his arms hanging at his sides. His hands were balled into fists saying he wouldn't take any crap thrown his way. His eyes were a piercing blue, not faded like his mother's. From my position looking at the picture they almost seemed to glow with hatred. His messy blonde hair looked like it also needed a nice warm shower. He would get that shower and anything else he may need. Esme would make sure of it.

I stood up from the couch and tucked my hands into my pockets. After one last glance at Isabella Swan I made my way to the stairs and back to my room. I fell onto my bed and closed my eyes. I knew that tonight I would be dreaming of those guarded brown eyes and what secrets they must hold. My eyes slid closed and I began to dream.

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"Let me take you in my arms. We can fly together. I'll protect you, you just hold on and never let go." - J.G.

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So what did you think? Please no hate mail. Remember first fan fiction.