Hi guys, this is my new story so I hope you enjoy is as much as I enjoy writing it.
Please read and review cause it makes me smile =]
Summary
"When's my mummy coming back?" I asked…. "I'm sorry Hun, your mothers never coming back". Isabella Swan was left at a run down orphanage when she 4. She asks the question all social workers wish they never have to hear. When the Cullen's walk into her life, will she be able to leave the thoughts of the mother that abandoned her float away?
Chapter 1
Preface (Third Person)
Deep in December when the snow was thick and heavy and the sky had only little light, it was on one of the coldest winter mornings in Forks; Washington that the pitter patter of shoes could be heard creeping up the long driveway towards a 3 storey house, which was surrounded by iron gates. The house had peeling paint and toys strewn all over the garden.
A woman with straight chocolate brown hair could be seen tip toeing up the drive, as if trying not to be heard or seen, even though nobody was in sight. She had black, faded jeans and black plimsolls. Her coat was fastened tight and her scarf was billowing in the fierce wind that threatened to knock her petite frame over. This woman could not be aged over 20.
Holding onto this beautiful woman hand was a small girl, aged around 4 or 5. The girl must have been this woman's daughter, as her face was identical to the woman's, just childlike. Her hair was chocolate brown but curly instead of straight which flowed in the wind.
"Mummy, where are we going?" The little girl said. Keeping a hold of her beanie with her free hand, she struggled to keep up with the pace of her mother. Dressed in dungarees which were just too small for her, her small blue shoes were starting to sink in the snow and her coat was wearing thin.
"Mummy is taking you to a place where you'll be happy and safe." This was the best thing that her mother could come up with. Trying to tell your Daughter that you are leaving her with complete strangers is never an easy thing.
The woman and her daughter had arrived at the front of the orphanage. The woman was about to knock on the door, she raised her hand in a fist and was about to rap on the door when her hand stopped abruptly. Fear flashed across the woman's face. She bent down so that she was level with her daughters face.
"Bella honey, I want you to sit on this porch and wait until someone comes out. And when they ask you who you are, I want you to give them this letter. It explains who you are, who I am and why you are here." Tears started to fall down her face.
"Mummy can't you explain…can't you stay?" The girl, Bella asked. Her voice timid and shy but also laced with sadness.
"No baby. I will come back for you. I promise. I love you so much." She reached into her bag and pulled out a letter and placed it in Bella hands. She also pulled out a thick blanket and wrapped it around the child. Bella sat down on the floor and her mother pulled the blanket close, keeping her warm. She planted a kiss on her cheek and slowly turned and walked away.
"Mummy!" Bella said. "Please come back for me?" Tears streaming down her face. "Mummy…I love you". Bella curled up into a ball with tears streaming down her face until she fell into an uneasy sleep.
The woman, who still remained unnamed, took off at a jogging pace, unable to bare the sound of her beloved daughter crying out to her. Tears stained her face. In her heart, she knew that this was best for Bella; here she would have the life that she could never give.
It was the 11th December when Rachel Labello awoke to the sound of the tap of shoes on the stones out on the driveway. This sound was not enough to wake the 10 children who occupied this orphanage, nor the other social worker who lived here, only her because of the multiple times a child had been crying in their bed or had wandered around the house and she had known that something was not right. Rachel was a 50 year old unmarried woman, who thought of every child that came through this house as one of her own. She was caring and anyone would have been lucky to have her as a mother. Rachel rose from her bed and peered out of the curtain. Running down the driveway, away from the house was a black figure, obvious in the white of the snow. She knew what this meant; another child had been left on their porch, another unwanted child that was now in the care of her.
Rushing, Rachel put on her dressing gown and rushed from her bedroom and into the hallway. Unlocking the door, she slowly stepped out. In front of the door was a blanket with a tiny foot peeping out. The blanket was shivering. Rachel slowly lent down and moved the blanket slightly to reveal a small girl sleeping. Rushing back into the house, she rapped on the door of the other social worker, Daniel. All social workers slept on the first floor, the children under 10 slept on the second and children 10 to 17 slept on the third floor. 18 was when a child was old enough to move out and live as an individual.
"What's going on?" Daniel said sleepily. Daniel was a 27 year old who had recently become a new social worker, even though he was new, he was dedicated to his job and the children here adored him.
"We have a new child" Said Rachel.
Daniel sprung into action. He walked towards the front door, assuming that the child was there as the door had been left open and lifted the sleeping child into his arms and carried her to the living room. All of this movement had awoken the child. Her chocolate brown eyes took in her new surroundings as she was placed on the couch, still wrapped up in her blanket.
"Hello Honey, my name is Rachel" the elder woman stated. "What's your name?"
"Bella" was all that the girl said and with that, her little arm popped out of her blanket and produced the letter that her mother had given her. Rachel sat the other side of Bella and Daniel took up a place next to her and she slowly opened the envelope and opened the letter inside.
To Whom It May Concern,
This is my Daughter Isabella Marie Swan, born on the 13th September 2005, aged 4. My name is Renee. I am 20 years old. Bella's father died last year, she looks so much like her father. This is the reason why she is now in your care, looking at my beautiful daughter is just too painful and I fear that now I am alone in this world, Bella shall pay for my mistakes. I am barely able to care for myself, let alone a 4 year old girl.
I promise that I will return for her one day when I know that life is easier. May she have many happy memories with you and her foster family, if she is lucky enough, which I have no doubt about.
Enclosed is a picture of myself, her father Charlie Swan and Bella when she was 5 hours old. This is one of the only pictures that I have left of him. Please let her cherish it. Also enclosed is a letter for Bella when she reaches her 16th birthday if I have not returned to her by then. If Bella is adopted and her new family choose not to tell her that she is adopted, then also this letter is not to be given to her.
I am eternally grateful to you.
Regards Renee Swan.
Rachel and Daniel sat in silence for a moment; they always had letters attached to children but never from a mother so young.
"Well I guess, Bella is now part of our extended family. Take her into room 4, that's her new room." Rachel said as Daniel picked up the sleeping child once again.
So what do you fans think? Any good so far? I will hopefully start writing the next chapter soon after posting this…I'm kinda on a Twilight high atm haha!
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