Disclaimer: Contains babying, diapering of a teen, spanking, etc. I originally wrote this as a story with my own original characters, but I changed it to a Twilight fanfiction so it could be posted on here. Don't like, don't read. But constructive criticism is welcome and wanted. =)
I was born to two amazing parents, Carlisle and Esme Cullen. I grew up with three older brothers and was the baby of the family, little Isabella. My mom loves her boys, there's no doubting on that one, but she was so excited for her little girl. She wanted someone to dress up in frilly little dresses and bonnets, someone to put makeup on and teach the ways of being a girl too.
Which is why I'm sure she was mighty disappointed when I ended up being a major tom boy.
My dad always used to say it made sense. I grew up with three older brothers who all played some sport (Edward and Jasper, baseball and Emmett, football) and they were all older than me, by a lot. By the time I was five, I refused to wear the frilly dresses my mom would by and would much rather just throw on a pair of jeans. I also wanted to change my room. My mom had always visioned an all pink room for sweet little darling, but I hated it. She refused to change it, so my dad set me up with another one, more my style: dark blues and navies, with a little basketball hoop for my sport of choice. My mom kept my room the way it was and begged for me to use it again, but I wouldn't.
Then there was my name. My mom wanted to name me something girly, something adorable and cutesy. Isabella Marie Cullen was the best in her mind and she never wanted me to be called anything different. When I joined Bitty Basketball at age five, my coach started calling me Cullen and it stuck. Even after a while, my whole family (except my mom, of course), called me that. No more Isabella or Bella or Bellsy Boo, just Cullen.
My brothers got older and went off to school, playing their sports of choice and I found myself growing more and more distant from my mother, who was desperate for her little girl back. My dad kept trying to tell her not to change me, I was strong, I was a tom boy. Why couldn't she accept it? I was so grateful to my dad, without him, I wouldn't have been able to do basketball. When he got sick, I stuck by his side, just like he did me. We knew he was going to die, the cancer had spread quickly. But I treasured every single moment.
After his death just two days after my sixteenth birthday, my mom became more clingy of me, especially after my brothers resumed their lives out of state. She kept trying to get me to quit basketball, but I refused. I think what really hit her was when I turned now my nomination for homecoming queen.
"Isabella," she pleaded after I told her the news. "This is a shot girls dream for."
"Not me Mom, you know that. I'm not even going to homecoming or prom."
"Of course you are."
"Mom, no," I said, getting agitated. "Dances just aren't my thing."
So I left for school, her severely pissed off and me, annoyed once again that she couldn't accept me for me. I went through my day and spent after school at practice. Afterwards, I went out and got shakes and fries with the rest of the team (mostly guys). Finally, as we were heading home in Dane's car, we slid on some ice. I don't remember much, other than I was sitting in the passenger seat one minute and the next, I was being rushed down a hospital corridor, a doctor by my side.
"Don't worry Ms. Cullen," the doctor told me when she saw I was awake. "You're going to be just fine."
But she was wrong, she was dead wrong.
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