A/N: Here is the beginning of a new story I am working on.

It is very sad and the first chapter will probably have the worst of it.

Just know this is not how I normally write.

It's sad and confusing so here is my 3rd Twilight based story.

All characters are human and it will be a few chapters until we see Bella.

Keep in mind that they will be together but it will take some work.

If anything about child abuse, rape or drug use bothers you don't read this.

As I gripped the sheets for dear life, I could hear the footsteps coming from down the hall. It was a sound that I had learned to fear since I was 5 years old. I knew what would come of things when my door cracked open enough for the light from the hallway to illuminate my room. My mother, no doubt, was in her room, crying from yet another attack but what could we do about it?

My father was the money maker in the household so she had no way of escaping. Even at the young age of 12 I knew everything that was going on. I had way too many life experiences after only 12 years of life, over half of those had come with the abuse of my overly drunk father. I didn't want to think about it as I grasped my sheets like they could be a shield for me against the iron fists of my father.

I kept my eyes shut waiting for the pain to begin. It was always like that, waiting for the pain to kick in, trying to hide the bruises that were mostly on my back and my legs. He had learned after a while not to bruise the places where people could see as to not raise suspicion. My eyes were shut as tight as I could, digging my head into the pillow to muffle my screams. I found out after a while that it did no good to scream because it only made him angrier.

I opened my eyes quickly and saw a pair of feet next to my bed. It was a bad idea because now I knew how close I was to getting hurt again. I braced myself for the first hit but instead I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Edward," I heard an unfamiliar voice stated. "Edward my name is Officer Bryant. Can you open your eyes for me?" I peeked open my eyes again and saw the black shoes again and then I spanned my eyes up, seeing the dark blue pants with the holster belt. I opened my eyes fully as he squatted down next to me. "Edward is that your name?"

"Yes," I stated in a small voice, afraid of what was going to happen. Why was there a police officer in my bedroom. All of the years that I had waited for something like this to happen, for the police to come and save me and my mother and it had finally come.

"I'm going to need to take you now."

"What's going on," I asked.

"There has been an incident. I need you to be a big boy and pack a bag okay? Your aunt and uncle are on their way."

"Where's my mom," I screamed shooting out of bed. The police officer looked at me like he wasn't expecting me to shoot up like that. Then, as soon as he composed himself, I saw something in his eyes. He didn't want to do this anymore than I wanted to hear it. I screamed again as tears streamed down my face. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. I couldn't believe it and I didn't want to hear it. He wrapped his arms around me but I cringed away from him. I didn't want to be touched by a male, I wanted my mom.

"Edward," he said in a whisper. "I'm sorry but we got here too late. Your mother is gone," he said trying to keep his tears in. I could tell that there was a grown man next to my bed trying not to cry because my father had killed my mother. "Your father is gone too."

As if that could be worth losing my mom over. I would have gladly taken the abuse that he was giving me to have my mother stay alive. I collapsed on my bed, drowning my sheets in my wet tears. By the time that I looked up I saw another police officer, a female, going through my clothes and packing my bag.

I looked at her and when she realized it, she stopped dead in her tracks. I looked at her with tears blinding my vision as she took a step closer to the bed. She put the bag down slowly and walked over to the opposite side of the bed of the other office. She looked at me and then the bed and I nodded. She sat down at the foot of my bed and looked at me and I saw a strength in her eyes that I wish my mother could have had. Even though my mom didn't have the same look in her eyes, they were very much the same. The same deep chocolate brown color that I had unfortunately not gotten from her.

Every time that I looked in the mirror my father's eyes were staring back at me. I looked at her and launched myself into her arms. She wrapped her arms around me and rocked me back and forth as I cried on her shoulder. She cooed me and rocked me, making me feel a little bit better. The other officer got up and he packed my clothes instead. I guess they were just packing up everything that I had, which wasn't much. My dad made the money which also meant that he spent it and most of that went towards the alcohol, not clothes or even sometimes food. I was glad that he was gone but it also meant that my mother was too.

I couldn't stay in the house and wait for my aunt and uncle. I remembered meeting them a few years ago but not much else. On the way out of my room the male officer grabbed my bags and the female grabbed my hand. I stopped for a minute and took the only picture that I had of me and my mom. She had hid it a while ago under my mattress so my dad couldn't destroy it and I knew that I needed it if I was ever going to get on with my life.

As I walked out of the house I noticed all of the commotion outside. There were at least 3 ambulances and 4 cop cars, all of the lights going, blinding me in a sea of red, white and blue lights. I looked around and noticed all of my neighbors standing outside. Most of them had a look of confusion on their faces while others had their hands over their mouths. I felt like I was the center of attention. I didn't notice anybody though, after they put me in the backseat of one of the cop cars.

It seemed like time was going in slow motion as we went to the police station. They had me sit on a bench for what seemed like forever when the female cop from before came and sat next to me. She opened her arms again and I gladly put myself there. I cried again and she sat me on her lap, holding me close to her. After a few minutes of me crying, my tears subsided and I looked up at her again.

"Your Aunt Esme and Uncle Carlisle are here. We need to do some paperwork but then you can go home with them okay sweetie?"

I nodded my head and looked at her as I scooted back over to my side of the bench. "What's your name," I asked her.

"Isabella."

"It's pretty," I said. She smiled at me and kissed the top of my forehead, something that my mother always did. I watched her walk away with the blonde hair that was tied into a knot on the back of her head. I laid down on the bench and used my bag as a pillow. I was exhausted but I didn't want to close my eyes because every time I did I saw him. I saw him beating me and had visions of him abusing my mother, even though he never hit her in front of me.

I fell asleep and it only seemed like minutes because I was woken up again. A woman with emerald green eyes was facing me with her hand on my shoulder. I could see the pain in her eyes but there was also a kindness that I could understand because it was the same way with my mother. This was her sister.

"Edward come on sweetie. Let's get you home."

I sat up and stretched looking around the police station. I could see my aunt and my uncle. Both were beautiful. My uncle had a look of compassion written on his face also and this is what a father was supposed to look like. He was what a father was supposed to be. He smiled genuinely at me before grabbing my bags from the bench while Esme grabbed my hand and walked me to the car.

I didn't realize how chilly it was in Washington that night but it seemed to bring chills to my skin. My aunt and uncle lived up in Seattle so I would be moving to the big city, as compared to Port Angeles, which was small, but as where most of the surrounding towns.

I looked out the window in the back seat and easily fell asleep with the sound of the engine. When I woke up in the morning there was a bright light shining in through my window. I sat up in bed and looked around. The furniture here was black but mine was white. The entire wall was made up of glass. I shot up and screamed, remembering what had happened the night before. I laid back on the bed and soaked these pillows with my tears. There was a slight knock on the door and the door opened slowly.

Aunt Esme looked at me and was in my bed the next minute holding me. I couldn't believe that I was here. Why couldn't my mother have survived? The tears stained my cheeks even after I stopped crying. I was about to say something but this tiny little girl came busting through the door and landed straight on the bottom of the bed.

"Alice I told you to wait downstairs," Aunt Esme hissed at her under her breath.

"I couldn't wait any longer," she stated with her arms crossed on her chest and a pout on her face. "I wanted to welcome my new brother."

"Alice," Esme said again with a little more harshness to her words.

"Mom," she rebutted. I looked at her and her long black hair and blue eyes but she was pale as a ghost. "Edward I'm Alice. We are going to have so much fun together. Just wait until you meet Emmett. You are going to be the bestest friends. Come on breakfast is ready," she yelled skipping out of the room. "Daddy I want pancakes."

I looked at Esme and laughed a little bit. She smiled as she saw that I was laughing. I sniffled my nose and she handed me a tissue. I looked at her compassionately and blew my nose before she helped me out of bed and led me down the stairs. Their house was enormous. I couldn't believe how big it was.

Once we were in the kitchen I saw the biggest breakfast ever. There were pancakes, French toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, fruit, and even orange and apple juice. At least they ate well, I thought in the back of my head. I sat down in the chair next to Alice and she squealed with excitement as her dad put a pancake on her plate. Next to her was a boy, who I assumed was Emmett. They looked like they could be twins but I had no idea where either of them had come from. Neither looked like Esme or Carlisle but they looked almost the same, except that Emmett's hair was a dark brown instead of black but they had identical eyes.

"This is my brother Emmett," she said happily pouring way too much syrup on her pancakes. "He is a year older than me but people think that we are twins. Isn't that so funny? As if."

"Do you ever shut up," he stated with a laugh. "I'm Emmett," he said looking at me.

"I'm Edward, it's nice to meet you."

"You too. I hope that you enjoy staying here."

All I did was smile and then Esme offered me anything that I wanted. I took a little bit of everything but until I started eating I didn't realize how hungry I was. It was like this the first few days, never mentioning my parents. It wasn't until I was woken up one morning by Esme dressed in all black that everything came back to hit me.

She had bought me a nice black suit to wear but it didn't mean much to me as I woke up and she helped me take my shirt off, considering I was crying like a baby. I couldn't help it but it made it even worse when she gasped at my body. I pulled the shirt over my head and down over my stomach as fast as I could. She pulled me hard into her stomach and I thought I felt something wet on my head.

I looked up to see that she was crying also. I hugged her tightly and we stood like that for a few minutes. I was only a few inches shorter than she was but I felt like I was a foot tall. Once we composed ourselves, she left me alone to finish getting dressed. I walked down the stairs and saw my new family dressed all in black.

Esme and Carlisle were on the couch while Emmett and Alice were standing in front of them. I weakly smiled at them as I came in front of me. I didn't know what was going on but when Alice latched onto my side I knew that they were telling them what was happening today. I had never seen Alice that sad, even to this day.

Which brings me to now. The anniversary of my mother's death. I didn't even care about my father, all hopes of me ever caring about him were shattered the first day that he hit me. I took the last drag of my cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray, before getting out my car. It was the first time that I was able to drive myself to the cemetery to visit my mother. I took the bouquet of flowers out of the passenger side and walked over to her. I sat down next to her grave as I set the flowers on the top.

"I know mom, it's been too long. I just wanted to let you know that I am doing okay now. Well as okay as I can be without you here. I'm 16 now and I have my own car and everything. You can thank Carlisle for that. He is the best dad that anybody could ask for. I'm so sorry for everything, that I didn't tell anybody. I didn't want to get hurt anymore but I couldn't bring myself to tell anybody. It's been 4 years now and I still don't think I'm over this. Is it right to still be this upset?"

Tears started falling down my face. I couldn't stop myself from crying as much as I wanted to. Everybody had tried to help me through this but nothing ever worked on this particular day of the year. Nobody could even talk to me on this day. People had tried at school but then I learned after the first year that going to school on this day was impossible. I just wanted to be alone and not have to deal with anybody. I couldn't bring myself to talk to anyone but my mother. I wanted to have her with me but I knew that was utterly impossible.

Impossible was the word of my life. It was impossible that my dad killed my mother, impossible that my aunt and uncle were so loving, impossible that Alice and Emmett had been adopted together by them, impossible that at age 16 that I was smoking cigarettes and various other things, impossible that I was turning into my father with a drinking problem and it was impossible that I had no friends. Impossible seemed to sum my life up into one word.

"Why," I screamed at my mother grave. "Why," I whimpered over and over again for hours until the rain started falling. I looked up to the sky and shouted why at God. Why was this my destiny? Why was I all alone in this world? Why was I such a fuckup? God, why the fuck would you do all of this to me?

A/N: So did I do alright? I'm not usually this dark but it will get a little bit better, kind of.

Poor little Eddie, right?

Let me know what you think.