Authors Notes:
Summary: Bella went missing when she was six years old. After having a privileged
but troubled life at home with her brother she tries to make sense of it all ten years later.
Disclaimer: All the Twilight stuff belongs to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended.
This is my first story so tell me what you think! Constructive criticism is encouraged just no flaming please! =)
Shadow Puppet
Chapter 1
Isahella's POV
I don't know much. I know my name is Isabella. I know I'm sixteen. I know I'm married. I know I like how Edwards feels more than Johnny.
Flashback 10 years ago
Mommy and Daddy were downstairs getting ready to go to another party. They put me to bed an hour ago. You would think they would put me to bed when I was actually tired - "Hey Bella, you still up?" Johnny asked a little too happily. I turned from looking up at the moon to the door where by big brother was. I shook my head yes. "Good. I wanted to talk to someone besides Nora."
Nora was his girlfriend of a year and a half. They must be getting married soon if they've been together that long. A year and a half was like twenty years to to a six year old. In reality though Johnny was nineteen, and Nora was turning sixteen soon. Mom always seemed nice to her when she came over but she would scream at Johnny whenever Nora was waiting to go home in his car. She would say, "What's wrong with you? She's just a baby! How would you like if when Bella turns fifteen she brought home a boy- no- practically a man who was always hanging and kissing on her home? Huh!" Johnny would always just smile and wink at me. I would always smile at him, blush, and look down at my hands that were twirling my long brown locks.
I had waist long hair by the time I was six because Johnny insisted that I keep it long. So he would always run his fingers through my hair and say, "You know Bella, mom was talking about cutting all of your hair off. You should tell her that you don't want to be bald. Everyone will think your ugly and make fun of you. I think your beautiful with long hair. Forever." He would always say things like that while his fingertips went from my hair to my neck, to my shoulders, then down my spine. To where he was holding my little hips firmly from behind. I could hear him breathing hard on my neck.
Then one day something else happened than just that. "Come here baby, sit on my lap." I didn't even move he just picked me up by my hips and placed me on something on, by accident I think. Whatever it was, it was hard, poking me, and was hurting a place I didn't feel comfortable telling Johnny so I just sat there while he dug his head into the side of my neck. It was uncomfortable but... I thought it was only weird on my part. So we stayed like that with Johnny not saying anything just rocking back and forth with his head in my neck for the next half hour. Until daddy came home and said something about, seeing Johnny's jail bait. I felt something on my thigh, "Bella, you there? I looked up at him and gave him a smile and nodded.
I tried to pay attention to whatever it was that Johnny said next but I couldn't, my mind kept going back to when I was sitting in his lap. I'd never been religious, especially at just six years old, but that day definitely changed that. I prayed day in and day out to God that I would never have to sit in Johnny's lap ever again. Mommy would have been proud at how much I was praying. Just not what
about so I never told her. "Isabella!" I jumped at the sound of my name. "Huh?" I asked "You know it's very frustrating, when I'm trying to tell you about my problems with Nora and all you do is look out that damn window." "Oh... um I'm sorry I'm just sleepy." I replied. Oh I shouldn't have said that! Johny just looked at me, and sighed. After the longest five minutes ever he said, "Well fine then, If your so tired you should go to sleep like the little baby you are, " He then stood from my bed, quickly grabbed his shoes and socks and... belt? I hadn't even seen him take those off, and he waked across my fairly large bedroom in the dark to my pink covered door and said, " Night Isabella." I mentally shrieked. He only calls me by my full name when he's mad at me.
He opened my door and walked out. Although I was glad he was gone, I knew what I had to do. I through my pink and white flowered comforter back of my little body and ran to my door and opened it. I saw him still walking across the long hallway, my room was at the very top of our five story home. My room and only room on the floor had a long hallway you had to cross to get downstairs. I took a deep breathe and started to run to him. I realized I couldn't catch up with him and if I didn't call him back to my room I'd have to deal with him being mean to me when Mommy and Daddy were gone. So I called his name, he stopped turned around very slowly and looked at me with that smile I had nightmares about. That " you know you aren't getting out of this now smile". The smile he made me open my eyes and look at him every time he made me feel weird...and sore to.
He walked toward me, dropped his stuff in my little pink manicured hands and took his shirt off smirking at me the entire time. He got uncomfortably close and cornered me touching my newly blushed cheeks, to get me to look up at him. I didn't want too. I thought I'd start crying any second, but I "sucked it up" like he would say and look into those grey eyes of his. It's funny Johnny was the only one in our family with grey eyes. Not me, Mommy, Daddy or Grandma Virgo. Just Johnny. The rest of our family had plain dark brown eyes. Nothing special. Nothing pretty. So why does it have to be me? Why did he chose me? he leaned down to my level to say something in my ear, but Mommy called him from downstairs.
"Johnny, hon? What are you doing up their?" Mommy said in a way I'd heard many times. A prying way.
Johnny just straightened up and looked at me with a serious look. I broke the stare first, like always. Seeing Mommy at the top of the stairs with a shocked expression. I finally just looked down to the floor and sniffled. I guess that gave Johnny the hint he needed to turn around, and put on his fake smile he did so well.
"Hey mom." he said causally. "Uh hey honey what are you doing up here and - little Bella what are you doing out of bed, I put you to bed," she looked at her watch "almost two hours ago." she ask waiting for us now both to give her an answer.
I dropped Johnny's stuff and just ran into my room. I could hear Mommy tell him she doesn't think Daddy and her would be going out tonight would be the best idea. My heart was doing back flips! Then I heard Johnny say, "Oh no go out Mom you and Dad never have personal time. Bella just had a bad dream... and she um... wet the bed.
Mommy sighed and said "Not again. I swear that girls wetting the bed more often. Maybe we should have her checked out or something. Johnny was quick to talk her out of that. "Oh no mom! She's just a baby she'll grow out of it."
She took not even a second to say "Alright I guess. Well I should help her change her sheets and shower and get her some new pajamas." As if it was a huge inconvenience. A sigh of disappointment escaped my lightly pink lips. "Mom. Go. I got it. You and dad just have a good night. I'll even give her a goodnight kiss for you." he said charmingly.
Mommy just laughed and said, "Your the best!" and ran downstairs like a school girl who was going to prom. I waited in bed for what was to come.