Disclaimer: The story of Twilight, and all the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I have merely bent them and made them act to my will.


Chapter 1

"Now where are we heading?" I asked Rosalie's mom, Esme. She chuckled, looking at my drowsy eyes. I was quite sleep deprived, I hadn't sleep in almost 3 days. I was enjoying the sites of our country wide tour, what more could I say?

"We are going to forks, Washington." She told me, turning the windshield wipers of the R.V. on. It was my home on this long trip, along with Rose's, Alice's, and Esme's. Rose was inspecting her appearance in the mirror, checking her hair and her make-up. Alice was painting her nails, taking her delicate time. Esme and I were seating in the fronts seats, watching the road.

"I've never been to Washington." I said, taking in the idea it would be rainy and cold, all the time.

"You've never been anywhere, which is why we took this trip. To see the world outside of Phoenix, Arizona!" Alice cheered from the table behind us. I rolled my eyes. We left a week after we graduated.

"Now girls, don't get all upset, but we have to spend a week here, because there's something wrong with the R.V. engine." Esme told us.

"There's something wrong with it, and you're driving it?!" Rose shrieked.

"Yep, and we're not dead so I think its okay for now."

Another hour had passed, and Rose's hair was perfect now, and Alice's nails were ten different colors with ten different patterns. I, however, was just more tired. I could pass out at any moment, and probably would. I unbuckled my seat belt, but not without difficulty, and tumbled to the back of the R.V. where our beds were. Esme had the softest, most comfiest beds on earth installed, and that's exactly what they were, soft and comfy. I was asleep in moments.

"BELLA! GET YOUR BUTT UP NOW WE HAVE TO EVACUATE!" A pixie like voice screamed in my ear. I jumped up, looking around.

"Now, Alice, was that necessary? She hasn't slept in days." Esme defended, looking at her.

"It's alright, I needed to get up anyway." I said, but it came out as mush. I stretched, yawning. I was still so, so tired, I felt practically dead on my feet. Esme helped me off the R.V. and into the Escalade. I loved that vehicle, and I loved it even more because it had soft carpet in the back where Esme and Alice put me, and I immediately fell back asleep.

"Bella, come on now dear, can you walk?" Esme's sweet voice rang out what seemed like five seconds later. I groaned, and her response was a chuckle.

"Alright girls, help Bella will you? I'll get us a room." I was being dragged from the back, and definitely whined in protest.

"Chill out Bella, we'll be to our room in a minute or so." Rosalie sighed, throwing one of my arms over her shoulder, while Alice threw the other one over her other shoulder. They forced me to walk, and it was waking me up. I could now see the nice lobby of the place. It seemed very home-like. Alice and Rose dumped me on one of the sofas.

"Hey, Did you see the mall down the road?!" Alice cheered. I sighed. At least they wouldn't be taking me unless they wanted to push around a wheelchair.

"Yeah, lets go, c'mon!" They raced to the door, and I lazily leaned my head back.

I had no idea how I laid there, but eventually I was half asleep, but still aware of my surroundings. Kind of. I could hear voices, anyway.

"Hey, is that chick dead?" I heard a booming voice ask. I was too out of it to answer or open my eyes.

"Doubtful, who would leave a dead body out here in the lobby?" A nice, velvety voice asked. I felt allured the this voice, and wanted so badly to open my eyes and see who it belonged to.

"Emmett would." Another, southern voice answered. This comment got a laugh out of the velvety voice. His laugh was like music to my ears.

"Well, just look at how beat up she is!" The booming voice said in his defense, trying to change the subject.

I had completely forgot about my battered up body. My old boyfriend Mike had an abusive side to our relationship. He knocked me around, and I was pretty much powerless to leave him, or stop him. He had a lovely (Heavy sarcasm there) little habit of threatening my family and friends. My face was totally bruised on the left side, and I had a cut on my eyebrow with stitches that made it visible. Okay, the cut was from my klutziness, I got hit in the head with a Frisbee trying to catch it. I know, brilliant. Most of my other bruises were hidden by my gray hooded sweatshirt and jeans. I also have a busted lip that I forgot to mention.

"Carlisle, is this girl dead?" The booming voice asked. Was there a fourth person I hadn't heard? Or did this person just walk up right now? My thoughts were distracted when cool fingers went over my neck for half a minute. They pulled away.

"She's alive, you three scared me for a moment. I thought you killed her and Emmett was dumb enough to leave the body here in the lobby." This got a roar of laughed from the other two, and silence from 'Emmett'. If I wasn't so unconscious, I would have laughed. His comment drew the fact from my mind I must've looked dead. Was I breathing? Yes, I was.

"Um..." A female voice said cautiously. I would've started laughing if I could, or even smiled. The situation probably looked weird; a bunch of men standing around a battered up girl who looked like she was dead. Not awkward at all, nope.

"Oh dear, Bella, where did Alice and Rose go?" Esme asked, shaking my shoulder lightly.

"Shopping..." I mumbled, fighting to open my eyes. Lets just say I was not winning.

"Figures." I heard Esme mumble, trying to pull me up from the couch. She was not winning either.

"Would you like some help?" The velvety voice asked. 'No no no no no no!' My thoughts raged. I didn't want some sexy velvety voice guy picking me up, how embarrassing.

"Oh, you wouldn't mind?" Esme asked, releasing my shoulder.

"Sure, I can just carry her, so you won't have to drag her up the stairs." He said. Suddenly the couch disappeared from below me.

"She's not as heavy as normal people." He commented. We were moving now.

"She's rather thin." If I could roll my eyes, I would. My diet wasn't exactly that great thanks to my last boyfriend. He knocked down my self-esteem quite a lot, telling me I was fat and crazy things. He stopped letting me eat in public, and we were always together, in public. Esme knew this, so did Alice and Rose, but we didn't bring it up often.

We were heading up stairs now, and this guy seemed to carry me with no effort. The walking rhythm was putting me to sleep quickly, and I eventually gave up, letting my dreams take over.


A/N: The Frisbee thing happened to my brother, only someone purposely threw it at him. Not a pleasant story. Anyway, Review pretty please! I will not resort to begging and groveling on the ground, however.