A/N –

Heyy!!!!

I have here for all you wonderful people, a New Story that I will actually finish!!!!!!!

*Every one Cheers*

I don't actually know how i got this idea..........it just sort of came out of no-where.........

Anyway..........

I will let you get on with reading............

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BPOV

In the year 1650, 19 year old Carlisle Cullen married a woman named Leonora Marie Swan.

Together they were blissfully happy, so 1 year later when their first child was born, their love only got stronger. They had a baby daughter. She was named Isabella Marie Swan Cullen.

Me.

I was happy; I had a loving mother and an amazing father. We had money and comfort and love. That was all that we needed. Daddy would go out to work in the day and I would stay with my mother, she would bake and sew, then sometimes she would let me help. We would laugh all day and then when daddy came home I would run to the door and he would scoop me up in his arms and kiss my forehead, while I giggled.

"I missed you baby Bella!" he would say and I would reply

"I missed you too daddy...." then proceed to tell him about what I done with mother that day.

He would laugh and smile and mother would come out of the kitchen and kiss daddy. We would all eat our dinner and afterwards daddy would tell me a story as I fell asleep on his lap next to mother sitting on our comfy chairs around the fireplace, then daddy would put me to bed and tell me how much he loves me and mother.

But at that point came the time when he would say good-bye to mother and leave to go and hunt the nasty monsters. Mother and Daddy wouldn't tell me what monsters daddy looked for but I knew he did look. But he would always be home in the morning. Always.

Except one time he didn't come home. He didn't come home the next day either, or the next or the next...........

Daddy was gone. Taken by the monsters.

Only mother didn't tell me that.

No, she told me he left because he didn't want me, that he didn't love me, so he left me with her. That it was my fault daddy had left her.

That broke my 3 year old heart.

A few years after daddy disappeared, I was about 7 and mother had been using me as a slave for herself, she got re-married to a man called Nathaniel. He was horrible. No, worse than horrible, he was evil. Evil on earth.

He started mother on the idea of beating me.

Every night I would be going to bed, after a couple of torturous hours of being hit, kicked, thrown, burned and spat on, with so many bruises, cuts, burns and marks that I couldn't count them. My life was just more and more pain. I didn't think it could get any worse.

But I was wrong.

One year,

Three more years,

Six more long, pain filled years past.

Until that night.

The night that changed what was left of my life forever.

The night I was murdered.

A/N –

Soooooo..........what do you think?

I will post the next chapter in a few minutes because I have the first 5 chapters pre-written.........I just would like some REVIEWS to tell me if you want me to continue..........because I really don't want to write out a whole story for you guys to hate it and have all the time I spent locked in my room writing it being just a waste...........that would just be depressing

So ...........PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!

All you have to do is drop me a couple of words – anything from 'Good' to a long winded, 5000 word essay........anything is appreciated...........

Lots of Love, Hugs and Cookies,

Ashley xx :D