*sheepishly* Hey, you. You are wonderful and I am so happy you clicked on this story, as you may or may not know, I already kinda wrote this story, then deleted it. I have finally decided to give it a real shot, but I suggest two things before you read this:

1) Please go to my profile and read what is on there, it will give you a little insight to me and this story.

2) This story is a lot darker than the first one I posted. It has drugs, sex and alcohol and this may be a trigger for you. I am not sure what you have been through in life, and if you ever need to just talk to anyone, you can PM me or you don't have too lol that is up to you. But I thought I should give a heads up, this prologue and story is going to be dark and twisted, but there will be a happy ending.

One other thing: I do not own Twilight or it's characters. I do, however, own this plot line.

Now, on with the prologue :)

Prologue

Renee woke up to the overwhelming smell of sex and cocaine. The funny thing was, she didn't remember anything that happened the night before. With a moan she turned to look at the beaten clock beside her on the floor. The dull, red light told her she was awake way too early, but then why was she awake? Then it clicked; the brat was awake and screaming. Renee wanted to love her baby, but after four months she still felt nothing but hatred and jealousy. She rolled off of the mattress that was sitting on the ground, Charlie was supposed to buy a bed frame but spent that money on alcohol.

When Renee made it to the bathroom, which was where her daughter had been sleeping, she looked down on the floor in a ripped out dresser drawer and there she was. Isabella Marie Swan, only four, almost five months, old. She was born on May 20, 1995. She had a full head of dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. She was gorgeous, and that was why Renee was so jealous of this infant. Isabella got all the complements, all the praise, Renee was pushed to the side.

"Shut up!" Renee screamed at the top of her lungs. She wanted the little brat to shut up. And when Isabella would not stop crying and seeking attention, Renee walked away, like all the times before. She went to find Charlie, Isabella's father, and she had a pretty good idea where he was. She walked into the living room and saw the slut draped across his lap and his pants still down from the blow job he received from her.

"Charlie.. Charlie! Where the fuck did you put the coke?" Renee slapped the back of his head. She quickly found out that was a bad idea. Charlie threw the girl off his lap, not caring where she landed and before Renee could register what happened he backhanded her. Renee was thrown into the wall, causing a hole to form.

"What the fuck did you just do you fucking bitch?!" Charlie jumped over the broken couch and grabbed Renee by her thinned hair. Before Renee could retract her words or beg for forgiveness, Charlie began to beat her. He threw her again into the wall and then started punching her face in, he would have kept going had the slut from before told him she only had an hour before she had to go back to the streets. Charlie spit on Renee and ripped off his shirt so he was naked, and waiting for the prostitute to finish her job.

Renee woke up and it was pitch black in her house. She tried listening to her surroundings but heard nothing. And for the first time in four months, she began to panic about her baby. By this time Renee had slept off her coke and alcohol induced high.

I have to get her out of here. Renee thought to herself.

But where would she take her infant? She looked around and tried finding a light. Eventually she reached a lamp, when the light came on so did her thinking process. She saw used condoms everywhere, and other miscellaneous items. She ran to the bathroom to find Isabella sleeping soundly. Renee only had one option and this was the time. She didn't know where Charlie was and didn't know when he would be back, so she had to act fast.

Renee grabbed her baby, and kissed her forehead.

"I am so sorry." Renee then quickly ran out of the broken, one bedroom house. Of course not without the money Charlie stashed for drugs and prostitutes and the letter she had written the day Isabella was born.

Renee looked back at the house that was once home and then left and never looked back.

It was at a Halloween party in 1992 where she met Charlie. Renee at the time was an aspiring lawyer and had gone out to take a break from all the studying she had been doing. Charlie, however, had just begun his descent with drugs. Renee was instantly attracted to him. They talked and danced all night, and against her better judgment, she went home with Charlie.

After a few weeks of "dating" Charlie convinced Renee to try cocaine with him.

"Just one time, it really isn't bad for you. I use it all the time and I am completely fine!" He would tell her, and when she didn't buy it he would guilt her into it. Whether it was telling her if she loved him she would do it or him almost threatening her. Renee caved and one time turned into two times and two times to three. She was soon hooked. It wasn't long before Renee had cut all ties with her family and friends, then she dropped out of school. And it wasn't long before Charlie began to beat her over anything, but Renee was too far in.

When she found out she was pregnant in December, she was excited until Charlie told her he didn't want it and told her to get rid of it. But she told him it was too late, she was already three months along. That was when she knew she needed to find a way out for her and her baby.

Renee placed a half swaddled Isabella at the front of the Mansion. She placed the crumpled paper on the baby, rang the door bell, and ran. She knew the Cullen's from around the little Alaskan town they lived in. Dr. Cullen was the best doctor for miles and Mrs. Cullen was known to adopt children, seeing as she could not conceive herself.

Emmett came running to the door and almost ripped it off its hinges. He loved exerting his vampire strength, but had Esme seen that he would be dead, metaphorically because he was already dead. He looked around then heard a tiny yawn and looked to find it on the ground. Isabella was sleeping and she melted his heart. He knew they had to keep her.

"Look a baby!" He yelled out which caused the baby to cry. Esme came rushing towards the door and picked the baby up, and reached for the paper in the box.

Please take care of her. Her name is Isabella Marie Swan. Her birth date is May 20, 1995. My name is Renee Miller and Isabella's father is Charles Swan. You should know our story, please love her and cherish her like we couldn't.

"Well, I guess we have a new addition to the family, call everyone down, Emmett." Esme said while she smiled and looked down at the gift in her arms.

Hello again, you beautiful, amazing reader. What did you think? I am not sure if you are aware of this, but in the past I haven't been the best at keeping up with stories, and I apologize if you already know that. I am promising, and I will put this promise on every one of my stories, that I will not give up on this story. However, I do have one condition. I will not post the next chapter until after I get 10 reviews, whether they are good, bad or ugly, as long as I have at least one reader on this story, I will post until I am finished.

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