Let it Go

by JadeVision

Bella, an abused young girl of sixteen has yet to see the real world after being locked inside a hellhole for as along as she can remember with her sister, Bianca. When they set off to the Cullen's home, they both expect it to be horrendous. Yet surprises on the plane ride and more at home wait to be revealed. This is a story of letting go of the past and embracing the future.

1. Prologue

LET IT GO

Prologue

I couldn't describe how she felt. Hell, I couldn't describe how I felt!

"What do you want, Bella?!" She exclaims. I would've flinched away from her a few months ago, but now I remain stoic. "This is about you, how much ever you don't want it to be!"

I grab the nearest notebook and pen and start writing in my 'professional' handwriting.

I know that, and even though I hate it, I am willing to try this.

She reads it and sighs. "You are trying, Bella. It's just that, I can't help you if you aren't clear."

I write in the notebook again.

I'm sorry I'm so difficult.

"Please," she snorts. "I know someone who's even more."

I smile with her, because I know who she means. We sit in comfortable silence for a while. But it can't last forever. Her face turns back to worried when she asks me, "What do you want, Bella? It's okay to be selfish here."

I'm so confused, I just don't know anymore.

"That's alright," she says gently. "Let's go through this, step by step, okay?"

I nod, knowing it would happen anyways.

"Okay," she starts. "One, you come here all scared, and he welcomes you warmly. Two, he begins to get closer to you, by little things. Three, you resist him at first, but soon let him in. Four, you find out about the family 'problem'. Five, you understand, and give them your full support. Six, he tells you. Am I correct, Bells?" I nod, biting my lip. "So, what do you want, Bella?"

I think. He didn't flat out ignore me like his brother and sister, instead welcoming me quietly. He did so much. I wouldn't be me, wouldn't have come out of my shell if not for him. I was forever in his debt, and besides, deep down, I returned his feelings. I start to write again.

I want to be normal. And him? I think I love him.