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Summary: Renee and Charlie had two children. Bella, and Emmett. Emmett was thirteen years old when Renee had Bella. Then Renee and Charlie got a divorce. Six years after, Emmett and his friends are hiking in the woods and they are never found. Just after Bella's sixteenth birthday, her mother dies. Bella moves up to Forks to live with Charlie. But Bella isn't just human. Bella is just a little more than that. How will she deal with three worlds pressing in on every side? Can she cope? Will there be a happily ever after this time? And what happens when she sees a familiar face? A familiar and supposedly dead face.

Emmett POV

"You have a baby sister, Emmett," my dad Charlie crowed cheerfully. "Wanna go see her?"

A broad grin spread across my face as I leapt to my feet, tearing off down the hall to my mom's room. Renee was lying on the bed, her face coated in a light sheen of sweat, but she was positively glowing with happiness, cooing down at the pink bundle in her arms.

"Hey mom!" I whispered.

She turned her smile upon me. "Hey Em, come see your new sister."

I gazed down at the little baby in my mother's arms as I walked slowly towards the bed. My little sister was tiny! I swear my thumb was the same width of her wrist! "She's so cute," I said quietly. "And small," I added with a snicker.

"Would you like to hold her?" my mom asked.

My smile grew as I nodded. "Yeah, I'd love to."

My mom slowly extended her arms. "Careful," she warned. "You have to support her neck. When babies are young, their necks aren't very strong. Hold her gently, her bones aren't very strong yet."

"I know mom," I sighed. "I got this, okay?"

"I trust you, honey, I'm just worried," she said.

I slid one arm under my little sisters tiny physique, the other winding around her side, her head resting on my hand. My mom pulled her arms away, smiling gently.

"Her name is Isabella Marie Swan," mom informed me.

"Bella," I whispered. Bella's eyes dragged open, slowly, one at a time. Her beautiful, warm brown eyes blinked up about me. I held a finger out to her.

Her rosy pink lips twitched slightly, as I ran my index finger down her soft blushing cheek.

"Hmm?"

"Bella," I told her. "I like the name Bella."

"Charlie what do you think?" she asked, turning her head to face my dad.

"I think it's wonderful," he said, sitting himself down on the opposite side of the bed, kissing my mom's forehead.

"I love it," she yawned.

"You should rest," my dad instructed. "I'll take Emmett home and I'll be back in the morning after I take him to school. Love you."

"Love you too," she mumbled, eyes closed.

"Here mom," I said, placing Bella back in mom's lap. "Love you and see you tomorrow." I kissed her on the cheek before turning to my baby sister. "We're gonna be best friends one day. You just wait. You wait and see. I love you, Bells." Then with a kiss on the cheek and quick hug to mom, I turned and walked from the room.

Six Months Later

"You're just so stupid!" mom screamed. I flinched, clutching Bella tightly against my chest as the loud smashing of glass echoed through the house. Bella wailed, tears streaking down her rosy cheeks.

"Shh, shh, shh," I whispered, rocking her slowly back and forth on my bed. "It's okay, Bellsies. Shh." I held her bottle to her plump lips, letting her suck the warm milk.

"You're never home!" she shrieked followed by the sound of another plate smashing. "You never make any time for me or your son or your daughter!" More glass breaking.

The bottle fell the ground as Bella keened loudly. Her large brown eyes were filled with tears that flowed down her face. Finally, I had had enough.

"Hey!" I yelled, storming down the stairs, glaring furiously at my parents. "You have a six month old baby daughter and all you do is scream and throw things! Bella needs rest! How can you be so inconsiderate? She is a BABY!"

My mom's angry red face softened. Her arms were extended to me, asking without words to hold Bella.

I shook my head lividly, whirling on my heel, back up the stairs, back to Bella's room. I sat slowly down in the rocking chair by the window, rolling back and forth gently.

"Everything will be okay. Everything has to be okay. Mom is just angry," I whispered again and again to Bella, feeling the doubt wash through me. But how could I convince her, when I couldn't convince myself?

Later that year

"I just can't do this anymore," my mom whispered. "I have to go."

"Please, don't go. We can work this out," dad said, brokenly. "Please."

"I'm sorry I can't," she answered.

I felt hot tears running down my face. I held Bella against my chest, tucking her head under my chin. Her soft brown hair tickled my neck.

I heard the scraping of something against wood. Then the door opened. Mom stood there, her black suitcase in one hand, a small pink one in the other.

"Emmett, I love you sweetie, but I can't stay here. Please give Bella," she pled softly.

I shook my head stubbornly. "You can't take her," I hissed. "For months you couldn't even take care of her. How do I know you can care for her now?"

"Never speak that way to me again! I am your mother now give me my daughter!"

Without waiting for an answer, she scooped Bella from my arms and vanished down the stairs, the door slamming shut behind her.

I gazed at the closed door, feeling the empty loneliness. For the last seven or eight months, I had gone almost everywhere with my little sister in my arms. I had fed her and cared for her and now she was gone. Taken from me by the one person I was sure could not care for her.

I know I didn't get that far into the plot but I did as much as I could with the time I was given. The 'rents took my computer away so I wrote this all this morning along with the next chapter of my other story I'm Scared/Audra Isabella Potter, so ya gotta give me credit for that.

If you like the beginning of this story, please review because I'm thinking about continuing this. I think maybe seven to ten reviews, favorites, or story alerts might convince me. So if you like it, do any of the three above, reviewing is preferable.

Thanks a bunch and love always,

Sea of Topaz