Full Summary: Emmett's parents adopt a young girl after the death of their daughter. Bella doesn't speak and keeps to herself at all times. Emmett doesn't want anything to do with the creepy girl, but Edward can't seem to get enough of her. One night Emmett hosts a party and Edward goes to find Bella. But when he realizes she's been taken, he'll stop at nothing to get her back. After her kidnapping and torture, Bella begins to warm up to her savior. Can Edward piece her back together or will Bella be broken beyond repair?

Chapter 1
The Girl

She stood across from us, staring down at her feet as we examined her like a caged animal. She didn't meet anyone's gaze, nor did she say a single word to give the impression that she even knew English. The first thing I realized about her was her silence. The second was that she looked like a corpse with her unnaturally pale skin and thick black hair that clung to her waist. Nobody moved as we waited with baited breath to see what she'd do. Nobody knew how to approach her.

It wasn't until my mother made a step towards her that the strange girl lifted her head, exposing her deep chocolate brown eyes and slightly rose-tinted cheeks. Her eyes flitted around my parents and I, looking all the more frightful. My mother diagnosed this as just nerves and walked boldly to the girl until she was just a few inches away from her. My eyes narrowed in on them, watching the greeting closely.

"Hello sweetheart. I'm Mrs. McCarthy and that's my husband, Tristan, and son, Emmett. He's a year older than you but I'm sure you'll get along just fine. You're Isabella, am I correct honey?" The girl― Isabella― smiled softly, so softly that we had to squint to see it, and nodded her head. Well at least she understood English...

"Wonderful! Here, let me take your bags and we can get you inside the car so you can warm up. You must be exhausted from that plane ride; Moscow is hours upon hours away from Washington." Once again she didn't speak, but simply nodded in agreement and gently passed her bag to my mother while keeping the other one close to her. No one spoke against it and we chose to ignore her obvious lack of speech.

While my mother went with the girl to place her luggage into the back of the rover, my father clapped a hand over my shoulder and forced my attention on him. "I know she may seem...reserved, but just go easy on her Emmett. Help her during school and don't let her wander off into trouble. I'm sure she'll start to adjust in due time." Just like the girl, I chose to nod wordlessly.

During the car ride my parents attempted to get Isabella to speak, and it was to no avail. She wasn't rude, just quiet. In fact, other than her silence she seemed to act very proper, an unusual trait for any teenager regardless of where they came from. Once my parents gave up, she turned to look out the car window at the scenery. Forks had to be Mother Nature's alter. Every square inch of this place was covered in green moss, rain, and bark wood. This should be quiet the change for someone who was used to living in an ice box.

Once at home my mother led Isabella to her new room which was unfortunately across the hall from mine. My father went off to his study to make a few business calls; meanwhile I waited until Isabella's bedroom door closed so I could make a dash to my room and not bump into her. Not only would I be at loss for words, but I don't think I could make eye contact with her.

She was, after all, my parent's replacement for my deceased sister Katherine.

How could they have done this? To think I'd be happier if they adopted a girl around the same age as Katherine in hopes of coping with their own daughter's death was just sick and unfair to us all, even Isabella. My little sister was killed around Easter five years ago by a drunk driver. She was only twelve at the time, I was only thirteen, and death just didn't function well with my mind. I couldn't comprehend much of anything for a solid year until my parents decided to send me to counseling. After that I thought we'd be back on track, not mourning Katherine but keeping her memories near our hearts.

And then they adopt some girl from Russia.

My angry rampage around my room was seized when a shrill vibration echoed from my desk. I ran towards the phone, looking down at the brightly lit screen was a message from my Rose.

Where are you baby? Everyone's worried―you haven't been answering your phone. Call me,

R

The simplest of words made my heart soar and a tiny smile flitted to my lips. Suddenly I realized I'd need to tell them about Isabella. None of my friends knew of the adoption, it had even been a quick surprise for me, and I knew they'd immediately have bad blood with the orphan. Katherine meant a lot to me, and they'd see the way I looked disdainfully upon the adoptee. They'd see how badly my parents screwed up.

Disregarding her question, I answered back with the quickest explanation I could think of.

There's been a complication. I can't say now but I'll tell you tommorow morning. I'm sorry babe,

E

Dinner went by agonizingly slow. Isabella sat across from my father and to the right of me, so close that if I wanted to I could touch her hand. It unnerved me to no end that she still wouldn't say a word. Her wide eyes were trained on her plate and her hair hung in her face, covering a part of it so that I couldn't see her clearly. "Isabella," my father announced, gaining her attention but not her voice. "Tomorrow you will be attending school with Emmett. You're in the grade below him but I'm sure you'll fit right in. As I can imagine, you seem to understand English so there shouldn't be much to worry about."

Her eyes grew frantic and immediately snapped to mine, but I was staring down my father with a malicious sneer. He didn't acknowledge either of us and my mother decided to end dinner a bit earlier that night.

While my mother was in the kitchen and my father in his study, I raced up stairs in dire need of a shower. My luck seemed to only get better when I slammed straight into Isabella and knocked her back. Before she could fall on her ass, I threw out my hands and pulled her back upright. Her mouth was slightly opened and I stopped breathing, waiting for her to speak, but all she did was gasp. I sighed loudly, this needed to stop now.

"Look, Isabella, I'm sorry if I seem like a total douche but lately I just don't...get along with my parents..." and there idiotic plan, I thought angrily. She nodded slowly, her eyes actually making direct contact with mine. For a second, I saw pain and sorrow flash through them, but then I shook it off and continued talking. "Let me get this out there. You will never replace my little sister, so don't even try. We don't even have to look at each other. You just stay in your room and I'll drive us to school and back, that's it. Okay? Just stay away from me and don't bother me. Or better yet, let's pretend we don't even know each other. After all, who'd ask you if you can't even fucking talk."

Her eyes widened again and her face paled to the point of looking ill. She backed away from me in fear and I seethed for a second longer. I felt a pang of regret for treating her this way, but I needed to make sure she understood the only reason she's here is because of my parents. Not me. Before I could say anything else, I ran to my room and locked the door tight. I didn't hear her enter her room until a few moments after, the door slowly closing behind her.

~KS~

The next morning I woke with a raging migraine. Thoughts and memories of the previous day erupted inside my head, making me wince at how cruel I acted towards my new...sister. Tossing my legs over the side of the bed, I flexed my muscles and stretched to rid my body of sleep. After a quick shower, I threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt making sure there weren't any stains on it from football practice.

As I walked down the steps I was shocked to hear the light clang of dishes being moved around and the faucet turning on and off. Isabella was placed on a stool near the kitchen island, dressed once again in all dark dreary colors with her hair weaving around her tiny body. "Emmett, don't forget to show Bella were the attendance office is and where her homeroom is!" My mother called to me as I grabbed an apple and the keys to my Jeep, Isabella following after me slowly.

I unlocked the car and went to get my football bag from the corner of the garage. Turning back around, I saw Isabella struggled to reach the passenger seat of my monstrosity. Against my better judgment, I walked over to her and gently picked her up, placing her in the seat and buckling her seatbelt. She wouldn't stop staring at me after that.

Once I pulled into the almost deserted parking lot of Forks High, I helped her get out of the car and hastily pulled her into the attendance office. Mrs. Cope wasn't too pleased that Isabella couldn't speak for herself, but after I lied and told her she was mute, she put on a fake smile and told Isabella about how much fun she'd have and how many new friends she hopefully make.

Yeah. If she could talk to them.

The hallways were empty; purposely I'd arrived early so that nobody could see Isabella with me and ask question I didn't have the time or patience to answer. After dropping her off in Mr. Bernie's room, I explained to him her situation and left to go back to my Jeep and wait for my friends to arrive.

Although I couldn't shake the memory of her staring at me on the car ride here.

Time passed and soon the parking lot filled up. My eyes scanned its premises until I spotted a silver Volvo off to the left near a red Beemer. I leapt from my car and bounded towards them, immediately taking my blonde haired angel into my arms and kissing her. Rosalie smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around my torso, pulling me closer to her.

"Please, spare me from my misery" Jasper muttered and walked over to Alice, placing a more appropriate kiss on her lips. I snickered at him and he rolled his eyes, leaning back against Edwards's car. Speaking of which... "Hey, where's Ed?"

Alice giggled and began to lead us all into the building. "Oh, he was called into Mr. Bernie's room this morning so he could escort the new girl around."

I froze.