Hey guys so I always wanted to try out writing a story so this here is my first try please be nice.
Summary: Bella is adopted at the age of 10, along with her brother, after something horrible happened to them leaving her vulnerable. She's totally in love with her brother because he's the only one who's been there for her but she's afraid that he doesn't feel the same, or does he?
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Chapter 1
When I was 10 I saw my father shoot my mother 3 times in the chest and then blow his brains out afterwards. I had just come home from school and quickly ran upstairs to my room because my parents were fighting. . . . .again. My father was pretty abusive when he was drunk and he would beat her till she can hardly breathe. He tried to rape me once,
but my older brother would have none of that. He was thirteen at the time and he stood up to my father, something my mother failed to do time and time again. He was my protector, my knight in shining armour, my hero and all that other shit. My brother wasn't there that day, he had soccer practice, and I had no one. So I stood there, for about 2 hours in shock, waiting for my brother to come home.
I didn't know what to do I didn't do anything. He hadn't seen what happened to our parents yet but he took one look at me and rushed to me asking what's wrong. I didn't say anything, I couldn't, I was shocked into silence. After taking his eyes away from me he looked around and saw what had become of our parents. Working on autopilot he called the police. I'm not too sure about the details that followed because everything was just such a blur to me. I hadn't said a word in about six months until one day when I found out that I was getting adopted but the best part was that my brother wasn't. Well you can imagine how that all went down with me, not too great.
" No!"That was the first word I said – screamed, if you must – in over six months." No no no no NO!" I cried hysterically. My brother tried to console me and failing miserably,
"It's going to okay we call e-mail each other and you can call a-and visit any time you want but first you have to stop crying and be strong girl for me, okay?" He was trying to console meanwhile he had a snotty nose and tears streaming down his face. Alas I was having none of that, it's either he comes with me or imp not going. Period. Long story short, Esme and Carlisle took both of us in and now seven years down the line my brothers in his third of college and I'm in my senior year and I am hopelessly, dangerously and obsessively in love with Edward Cullen.
My brother.