I do not own Twilight. And please people review, I don't care if it's to let me know that you hate it, just please review.
"Bella, get your little ass down here!"
The little black haired girl cowered behind the washer, praying and hoping her father didn't find her. She heard his steel-toed boots slam against the tiled floor, coming closer and then fading away. He continued to yell, cursing and banging his way through the small apartment.
"Bella! It's time for our game! Now get out here!" Bella shuddered at her father's words, shrinking back.
Crash!
She froze, the old broom lying beside her small body, hoping that her father hadn't heard but knowing it was hopeless. She heard his boots coming towards her, and yet she didn't move, she couldn't.
She knew it was hopeless.
"Jasper, dear, it's time for breakfast!" Jane Rodrigo called sweetly, walking to the locked door of the small pantry.
"Here you go, darling, your favorite." Jane crooned, shoving the plat of eggs, toast and fried tomatoes into the slot on the bottom of the door.
"Now eat it up, you know daddy will be mad if you're plate's not clean by the time he's up." She sing-songed, going back to cooking the rest of breakfast.
Jasper glared down at the Styrofoam plate, wishing with all his might that he wasn't here. That he was somewhere safe and warm, comfortable and happy.
But he knew it was a hopeless dream.
Never to come true.
"Emmett Levi James!" Mrs. Emily James yelled at her only child, streaking through their front yard. "Get inside this instant!" She screeched, her face turning cherry red.
Emmett just laughed and continued to run, chasing the chickens in the yard.
"Emmett!" Emily yelled again, but still, he remained deaf to her cries.
"Emily, let our son be." Mr. Walt James admonished, chuckling and wrapping his arms around his wife's waist. "He's just having some fun, let him have it."
Emily harrumphed, crossing her arms and leaning back into her husband's arms, pouting.
"He's just a child." Walt whispered, squeezing his wife gently.
She sighed and whispered in return, "But he's my baby."
"Rose it's time for your bath." June Hale said, in her soft sweet voice, walking into her niece's bedroom. "Come on, darling." June beckoned the little blonde haired girl on the small princess bed.
"Oh! But Auntie June!" Rose whined, bouncing on the bed slightly and giving her aunt a puppy dog look.
"No, darling. You're father wants to give you a bath and then play a game with you." June chastened quietly, grabbing pajamas and underwear from the small pink dresser. "Wait much longer and he'll become inpatient, and you know how he gets when he's inpatient." There was a slight warning in June's tone that immediately took effect, quieting Rose protests and commanding her full cooperation, no matter how grudgingly given.
"Hello baby, how was your day?" Walker Hale asked, smiling charmingly and lifting Rose into his arms.
"Good, daddy." Rose grumbled, glaring at her Auntie June over her father's shoulder.
"Are you ready for your bath?" He asked, taking her into the bathroom, June stopping in the hallway.
June stood watching, a satisfied smirk well hidden beneath a sweet smile, her eyes never leaving the wide, fright-filled eyes of little Rose Hale.
Rose had never answered.