Chapter 1
Lakota's point of view
It's a cold and rainy day today and daddy and I just finished shopping for Jared's birthday present. We found the perfect present for him, a new football for him and Paul to play with. The old one was chewed up by Max, our German Shepard. We are heading home now and it's raining hard. I'm looking out at the trees as we pass them and think about how excited Jared is going to be when we give him his present next week. I smile at the image of my older brother's face lighting up.
"Daddy Jared is going to love his gift!" I say excitedly.
"Yes he will sweetheart," daddy says driving carefully through the slippery roads.
We're almost home and turning a corner when the car starts to tip!
"AWWW!" daddy and I scream as the car falls into the forest. We roll over onto the back side of the car and the last thing I remember is daddy saying that he loves me.
When I wake up I don't know where I am until I spot daddy.
"DADDY!" I yell and crawl to him. I shake him but he doesn't open his eyes.
"WAKE UP!" I scream with hot tears running down my cheeks.
"DON'T LEAVE ME!" I yell but it's no use. Mommy would know what to do, wait mom! I crawl out of the car but end up getting some glass in my hands.
"Ouch!" I say but ignore the pain and start running deeper into the forest.
"HELP!" I scream. Our house is around here somewhere but where? I keep running but after a few minutes I fall to the ground crying, bleeding, and exhausted.
"Daddy, mommy, Jared, Paul, Max," I say and then everything goes black.
Rosalie's point of view
Emmett and I were out hunting when we smelled human blood near.
"What is someone doing out here this late at night?" I ask.
"Maybe they're hunting like us," Emmett says smirking and I roll my eyes. I start running toward the smell and find a little girl on the ground.
"Emmett!" I gasp.
"What is it Rose?" he asks coming towards me and I point to the little girl.
"What is she doing out here?" I ask kneeling down to her.
"Maybe she ran away," he says.
"She has glass in her hands, and there's blood on the side of her face," I say examining the girl.
"What do we do?" he asks.
"I'm taking her to Carlisle," I say picking up the little girl.
"What?" he asks.
"She needs to be cleaned up, I will not leave her here to be eaten!" I say and start running back home with Emmett trailing behind me.
When we reach the house everyone stares at me.
"Who's that?" Edward asks.
"A little girl who needs to be helped," I say and Carlisle comes over to me.
"Bring her to my office," Carlisle says and I follow him upstairs. I place her on the table and look at her beautiful face. She has long eyelashes, a button nose, rosy cheeks, a heart-shaped face, and long glossy dark brown hair framing it.
"Do you know who she is?" he asks me.
"No, I just found her like this in the middle of the woods," I say. He gets to work on taking the glass out of her hands and cleaning up the dried blood.
"She has a broken arm," he says.
"What has this girl been doing?" I wonder.
"Is she okay?" Esme asks coming into the room.
"She'll be fine, she just needs rest," he says.
"That's good," she says.
Lakota's point of view
I feel so tired and cold. My head hurts, well my whole body does. I open my eyes and see seven pale skinned, yellow eyed people looking at me.
"Hello dear," one lady says.
"Hello," I say.
"Do you feel alright?" another lady asks.
"My head and whole body ache," I say.
"Well you just need some rest and food," a man says.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"We are the Cullen's, I'm Carlisle, this is Esme my wife and my kids Edward, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie," Carlisle says.
"What's your name?" Rosalie asks.
"I don't know," I say.
"Edward?" Carlisle asks looking to Edward.
"Her name is Lakota, she's 4 but she can't remember anything else," Edward says.
"What a beautiful name," Esme and Rosalie say.
"Thank you," I say.
"Well Lakota are you hungry?" Esme asks.
"Yes," I say.
"Well come with me, I'll cook you some breakfast," Esme says reaching for my hand. I take it and we go downstairs with Rosalie.
While Esme and Rosalie make me breakfast they ask me questions. I try to answer them as best I can but for somethings I can't answer. They are both very nice and I really like them.
"Rosalie and Esme," I say.
"Yes Lakota?" they ask.
"Are one of you my mommy?" I ask. They look at each other and look confused.
"We aren't your real mommy but we can be if we don't find your real parents," Rosalie says.
"Okay," I say and then eat my food.