A/N: So here is a new story. Check out the summary for any details. Basically here's the jest: Bella is a foster child at Esme Platt-Evenson's house. She is a loner and doesn't know her parents. More detail to be added to everything. But here is like a PROLOGUE or PREFACE. I'm not sure.
Thanks to my BEAUTIFUL beta from You're Beautiful, AlexMerazh00r!
This is just the beginning.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight!
Chapter One
In This World, You Are Not Alone
"The world does not revolve around you, Isabella!" she huffed and threw her arms out in front of her, almost smacking me. It wouldn't be the first time.
"Yes, Mrs. Evenson." I said quietly, fidgeting with my fingers.
"You know very well that there are five other children here! How on Earth do you believe that you can get anything and everything you want when I have six mouths to feed?" I didn't say anything to that and she walked off.
Mrs. Esme Platt-Evenson was my foster mother, along with five other kids. I've been in Evenson's foster home since I was born practically. I don't even know who my real parents are. Esme knows but refuses to tell me until I'm 18. I think it's stupid.
Esme was nice but she could put her foot down. And stomp, really hard. Felt that one a couple days ago.
I don't think Esme likes me too much since I'm shy and quiet. I eat, I clean, I do dishes, and sometimes I cook. I do everything. I think Esme thinks I'm her maid.
At least I'm something to someone.
I walked back to the girls' room. I shared it with 3 other girls, Mary Alice Brandon-who so bluntly likes to be called Alice, Rosalie MacHale-she definitely hates it when people call her Rosie, and Jessica Stanley-I don't know what to say about her, she's… loud and obnoxious.
In the boys' room there are 3 boys as well. Mike Newton-he's been eyeing me since he hit puberty, I don't know why though, Jasper Whitlock-his accent his funny cause he's from the South and Jacob Black-I think he's Quileute Indian, sure acts like it with all the legends.
We're all the same age, except for Jacob, he's 2 years younger.
I've been here for 16 years and I still have no friends.
We're all foster kids.
We don't know who our parents are.
And none of us have ever been considered for adoption.
I think we like it that way.
We know each other and that's how it'll stay. We hate newcomers and outsiders.
Like the Cullen's.
We have an on-call house doctor. He comes over whenever we're sick or hurt. I think Esme has a thing for Dr. Cullen because she's always giddy and blushing around him. Also, he comes over for dinner and I've caught him sneaking out late at night.
When Dr. Cullen's around, Esme is nice. She doesn't hit. She doesn't yell.
She smiles.
Dr. Cullen has 2 sons, Edward and Emmett Cullen. He's a widow, too.
He doesn't smile and blush like Esme when they are around each other but I believe he's good at composure.
I've never met or seen the Cullen kids but I was told a couple years ago they come over with the doctor sometimes to play with us kids. Jessica told me that Edward was "beyond hot!" but I didn't know what she meant. And I overheard Rosalie gushing about how Emmett grabbed her butt.
Rose and Emmett hang out a lot now.
I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest as I sat down on my bunk. The room was small but somehow there was room for three bunks and two dressers and a small closet. Everything was wood, which is why I wear socks everyday now. I refuse to relive that splinter in my foot.
Dr. Cullen came over for that, too. Which was dumb because I could very well get it out by myself with tweezers but Esme freaked out and called the MD.
That was the first night I saw him leave late.
I shook my head and lay back on my bed. It was lumpy but better than the floor.
A knock on the door made me jump into a sitting position and hit my head on the bunk above me. I groaned loudly and rubbed the sore spot on my head. A deep chuckle made me glare at the brown skin near the door. I winced when scrunching my face increased the pain that now throbbed on my forehead.
"You alright, Bells?" he asked. I nodded, still rubbing my hairline. "Good, Esm-I mean Mrs. Evenson said dinner is ready and Dr. Cullen is coming over again." He huffed. "With his sons."
My heart raced, I always got nervous around new people; that's why I was never adopted. I always freaked out when the parents would come over and just stare at me like I was some prize. Eventually they all said no and I sighed in relief.
Jacob sensed my fidgeting and came to my side. "Don't worry, Bells. Stick by me and I'll keep ya safe, 'kay?"
Okay, I lied. I didn't have any friends, Jacob was nice and friendly. I liked him, but not like how he liked me.
I nodded and he grabbed my left hand, rubbing circles on the back of it gently. I sighed-I didn't want to do this with Jake again.
"Have you…given any thought to my…proposition?" he asked hesitantly. I almost rolled my eyes.
I shook my head. "Jake, you make dating you sound like a business deal. But no, I haven't." I looked down at my hand that was being squeezed by Jacob's paws. They are not hands; they are paws, like dog paws. Big, meaty and brown; which was also the description of Jacob himself.
I cringed at the sight of our hands intertwined. The color difference was a major issue; I didn't like how pale I was compared to him. I'd always been pale but this was ridiculous.
Jacob was nice and sweet but he was not for me. No one was. And I came to believe that I will never find him. I knew I should've stopped reading fairytales and legends but they were so interesting and I couldn't help myself.
"Bella, please." I watched as my hand became engulfed in both of Jacob's paws. He looked like he was praying, kneeling down with his hands pressed together. The only difference was that my pale, slim hand was what he was holding instead of Rosary. "Please give me a chance. You're sad all of the time, but you laugh with me. I make you happy. If you were with me, you'd make me happy. Doesn't that count for something?"
And there it was; another reason to dislike Jacob and boys in general.
They only cared about their happiness. And pleasure.
And Jacob was wrong. I wasn't sad all of the time, I was just pissed off because I had no…
What did I not have? I had shelter. I had food. I have warmth. I have…company.
But I don't have love.
"No, Jacob. I don't feel that way for you. I'm sorry but I don't think I ever will. Can't you just leave it alone already?" I jerked my hand from between his meaty hands and stood up, walking out of the room. I left him on his knees in front of my bed as I walked down to the dining room.
Mrs. Evenson's house wasn't small, it was just the bedrooms. I swear she put us in closets or something.
I gripped the railing of the stairs for two reasons: so I wouldn't tumble down again and embarrass myself, and because I heard unknown voices from the dining room. My heart leap as the familiar Carlisle Cullen's smooth voice reached me on the staircase.
My breathing sped and I felt the room start to spin. I needed to get off the stairs if I was going to pass out. I don't need the ambulance tonight. I took a step to only realize that my feet weren't moving, at all.
I was frozen in place, literally. I closed my eyes as they were about to fall out of my sockets. I needed to collect myself before I walked down the steep stairs.
I inhaled and exhaled slowly, breathing deeply with my eyes closed.
It was then that I smelt something delicious. And not in the food sense of delicious. It was intoxicating and almost arousing.
My eyelids fluttered to find the reason of the scent.
Green and bronzed was what I recognized first. Why bronze? My eyes focused a little more and that's when I fell.
I stared into the face of a boy.
A very beautiful and intoxicating boy.
The face of Edward Cullen stared at me in shock as I fell straight down the stairs and landed face first on the hard-wood floors.
I groaned and blackness surrounded me.
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