AN: This is our (santi911 and cullenlover1901) new story, we really hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed writing it, this story is heavily inspired by a movie "The Quiet," so if you haven't seen it then we suggest you go check it out…

Also, some things we couldn't fit into the summary : AU, All Human, and OOC...with lemons later on in the story...lol.

Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight but however we do own computers and lots of empty cans of Pepsi.
Every chapter's title will be a song. This title was inspired by the song Helter Skelter by The Beatles.


Third person

"I think that's everything. All the paper work is taken care of, and you should be expecting him sometime tomorrow afternoon," the social worker said to Renée. "Mrs. Dawyer you do understand what you are doing, right? You do understand how difficult a challenged child is to handle, especially one in case this sensitive."

"Mr. Beckett I assure you that after caring for and teaching challenged children for over 13 years now, I know exactly what I am doing and how much I am capable of," Renée defended.

"Alright, Mrs. Dawyer I trust that you will do all that's in your power to keep this boy out of the system."

"I guarantee I will," she said with false confidence.

Renée had been trying for months to finish up the paper work for her foster child, ever since she started working with challenged children she wanted to become a foster parent. Now this was her chance at the son she never had. The boy came from a very complicated and stressed family situation. Then he was thrown into foster care after an incident with his parents and now it was Renée's job to look after him until he turned eighteen and for some time thereafter, just as a regular parent would with their birth child.

Renee had just put the finishing touches on the newly painted guest bedroom when Bella walked down the hall and leaned on the door frame with her arms crossed, eyeing Renée suspiciously.

"You know I still don't really understand where this random burst of interior decorator extraordinaire came from; I mean this room has been used to store all of our old and useless stuff from years past and years present. Why now, why this time to go all Martha Stewart on our house?" her tone accusatory. "And it's not just this room either, I noticed the kitchen looks like a page from the Crate and Barrel catalogue, the living room has a new TV and the bathrooms look all modern and new…what's the deal mom? Are we selling the house or something because I would rather know now than later-"

"Bella would you please calm down and stop being ridiculous! The cause of this 'random burst of interior decorator extraordinaire' is that it's just time for change," she explained excitedly. "Just think of this as a fresh start! You know what they say a whole new look is equal to whole a new aura!"

Bella rolled her eyes and sighed. "Oh, right! Who said that again?"

Renee looked back at her daughter and picked up one of the pillows from the bed. "Me, that's who said it, and you know what else I say? Go wash the dishes," Renée laughed as she launched the pillow at Bella.

"Mom!" she giggled as she tossed the pillow back at the bed.

"Go," Renée shooed.

"Alright I'm going!"

Next week…

"Wait, what?!" Bella exclaimed to her mother as they sat eating dinner on Friday night.

"I thought you were okay with this Bella," Her mom sighed.

"Yeah, a year ago, when I thought you'd change your mind." Bella felt like a bad person for making such a big deal over a good cause, but with the lack of a dad growing up, she didn't want to lose her mom too.

Renée shook her head and folded her hands on the table. "If this is going to upset you…I won't do it. But just think of this child. Would you even want to be stuck with people you don't know? They're probably not thrilled with it either."

Biting her lip in consideration, Bella decided that this was a good thing. And her mom was finally acting like an adult.

"I'm fine with it mom. And I'll help however I can." Bella leaned across the table and put her hand on her mom's. "I'm proud of you."

Renée smiled weakly in response. "I'm really glad Bella."

Nodding, Bella got up and started putting the dishes away. "So, how long is this going to take…for everything to be final, I mean. It's a long process isn't it?"

Renée didn't answer and Bella turned towards her mother with a frown.

Hesitantly, she answered. "Well actually…everything is final, Bella. The agency called and he should be here tomorrow."

In shock, Bella dropped the plate she had been cleaning and stared at her mom, wide eyed.

"Wait, what?!"

"You've been saying that a lot lately," Renée commented as she went to pick up the mess off the ground.

She knew she should have told her daughter earlier, but she would just falter when the time came. She also knew that Bella would warm up to the idea, so she didn't think it was a problem postponing the news for a few days…or months.

Bella just stood there looking at the ground. This was too soon. Why did her mom not tell her…but then, looking back she realized how obvious it should have been. Her mom redecorating, all the little remarks about family and such…she was just too blind to see it, she guessed.

As Renée finished picking up the mess, she put a reassuring hand on her daughters shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Bella simply nodded, and went to sit back down.

"So…tell me about him."

Renée, getting excited, bounced over to the table and started gushing over everything she knew about her soon to be 'son'.

"Well, his name is Jasper. He's a few months older than you."

Seventeen and some months then, Bella thought.

"He's been in and out of foster homes his whole life. They didn't tell me specifics about his parents though." She looked down slowly after remembering that she left out a semi major detail.

"What mom? What's wrong," Bella asked suddenly, overwhelmed with concern.

Renée shook her head. "Nothing I-I just forgot a minor detail."

After a few seconds of silence Bella had enough. "Well? Out with it?"

Renée cleared her throat. "Really, it's nothing we can't deal with…"

"What mom? You know my curiosity is driving me mad," Bella joked.

"Well…it's…he-" she paused for a few seconds.

"I'm waiting…" Bella sang.

"I umm…uh…he's umm…well, he's deaf."

Bella blanched and took in a sharp breath, after a few seconds of thick silence, Renée touched her shoulder "Bella I-"

"Deaf! If that's what you call a minor detail, I can't even imagine what else you have been keeping from me!"

"Bella it just slipped my mind. I mean both of us are more than fluent in sign language, and he reads lips along with that. We should have no problem communicating," Renée defended.

"That is beside the point mother! Forgetting to tell me that the dryer ate one of my socks is a minor detail, but forgetting to tell me that the foster child that is coming to live with us is deaf, is a completely different matter!"

"Bella I am so sorry, I just didn't think it-".

"No mother you don't think about anyone else but you," Bella muttered through her teeth.

A thick silence ensued. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"No you're not, but it's okay. I realize I have made my fair share of mistakes, but Bella you need to just bare with me because I'm doing the best I can okay. With Phil gone for the next few months it's been more than stressful," she explained. "Now look, all things aside, I think we can really help him, Bella."

She smiled at her mom's loving nature. But she still couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy that she wouldn't be the center of that love anymore.

"So, he's coming tomorrow then?"

Rene nodded and looked over her house. "This could be good for you too Bella."

"Yeah," she lied.

That night Bella stayed up huddled in a ball under her blankets, listening to the rain of Forks, Washington. 'This could be good for you too, Bella' her mom's remark replayed in her head for the hundredth time.

Could it really? Her family's always been somewhat broken. Yes, her father has been there, but not really. And her mom was all she had because Phil was- Bella stopped that train of thought because she knew it wouldn't get her anything but dejected.

Although she wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea…If she gave it a shot this could be good for her. She might even end up making a friend out of it…but maybe that was a bit too optimistic.

Jasper had nothing, not even all five senses. After thinking the whole situation over a few more times Bella felt extremely awake. She retrieved her notebook and started to write --An activity that seemed to have removed itself from her daily rituals due to lack of inspiration-- A couple hours later, as the rain started to lessen, and a little glow of light broke through the curtains, Bella stuck her notebook back under her bed and let the exhaustion have its way with her.


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--Helter Skelter--

I'm coming down fast, but don't let me break you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer.

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