I step through the door and meet both my parents, that is what i have to call them. in reality they are abusive and mean. Each of them now are holding a weapon of their choice to torture me with tonight. Mom always has the same one: a sac of different types of doctors tools she doesn't know how to use. Dad, today his is a very sturdy, long, and sharp knife. I shiver.

"Ready pumpkin?" Dad asks with his arrogant smile. I know better than to say no that would add an hour extra beating. Instead I nod. Dad throws the knife on the floor and punches my stomach. I fall to the ground and he kicks me twice more.
"That is good." I hear my mother say. I have been abused for seven years now, i am sixteen.
Someones hands grab me, i fall onto the couch. I know what is coming. Dad grabs my hands and sits on my legs so i can't move. I struggle but that makes him squeeze tighter.
Mom looks through her sac and pulls out a regular needle, long and shiny. She lifts up my sleeve and pokes me, i wince but don't scream. She does it a few more times but seeing as i won't scream she gives up. Her and dad trade places.
"This'll hurt." He tells me. I feel the knife blade on my arm and suddenly an agonizing searing pain. I scream, tears falling down my cheeks. Pretty soon i can't handle the pain anymore, i black out.
I wake up what must be hours later. Mom is standing over me. She screams that i am awake, dad comes trotting downstairs.
"Finally." He growls. Mom sits down on my and dad grabs the knife again. This time he holds it up to my head and make a cut on my forehead, i wince and clench my teeth, but that isn't easy. He starts dragging the knife and i let out a scream.
He takes the knife off my head, he puts in on my stomach and does the same. As much as i scream he doesn't stop. Mom hits my head and i can't see anymore.

I wake up knowing exactly where i am. A hospital. Someone is holding onto my arm and there is a pulling sensation going on. I squirm away from the doctor but she grabs me, a few others do too. I struggle and whimper trying to get away. Though more appear to come. Calm down they shout, but i can't. Mom taught me to hate and be scared of hospitals! I feel a pair of cool hands on my head, i look up and see topaz eyes, there are calm, sincere, not like the others. i look at hom with pleading eyes, his turn sad, then i feel a pain in my neck and everything turns black.

When i wake up the first things i hear are monitors and machines. Someone comes over to me.
"Isabella, can you explain to me what your were doing on the forest." The same doctor with the eyes asks.
"Forest?!" I ask.
"Yes, my daughter found you there herself.! I am dr. Cullen." He adds.
"My parents must have put me there." I mutter.
"Why would they do that?" He asks, i am surprised her heard me.
"they hate me." I explain.
"Isabella, you have a lot of injuries. Deep cuts on your stomach, arm and forehead, your ankle is badly twister, and you have three broken rib."
After a few minutes of taking he leaves. An hour or so later his wife comes. She was really nice, she was pale, beautiful and had the same eyes as dr. Cullen. She brings some stuff for me t do.
A week passes and i grow closer to esme.
"And that is edward, alice, and jasper." She tells me. Esme has five kids, all adopted.
"Esme, i have to tell you something." I say after a few minutes of silent sewing. Esme looks us concerned. "My parents, they put e in the forest."
"Yes, carlisle said that." Esme says.
"You don't understand, it is because they really hurt me this time and they couldn't cover what they did." I tell her, looking at her beautiful confused face.
"bella, i don't understand."
"Esme, my parents abused me." Esme sucks in a shocked breath.
"Bella, they did this to you!" She asks, i nod. Esme gets up and saying she will come back in a few minutes.
The next day esme comes back. " hello bella, how are we doing today?" She asks like always.
"A bit better, i can go home soon." I tell her.
"bella,i have something to ask you. I talked to carlisle, and her got an investigation done, your parents don't own you anymore, you don't have to go back to them." She tells me.
" really?" I ask. T
" and, i wanted to know if you would come live with me and carlisle and our family, we adopt you?" Esme says.w
I smile and yell yes.

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