This chapter states the stage for the story. Has a lot of details, hope you can catch them all. If you have any questions, go ahead and ask. Ok on to the story…
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or any of the characters. SM does.
Chapter 1:
Renee POV:
I couldn't take it anymore, I feared for my life and more importantly my little angel, Isabella. She is just a week old, and the cutest little thing. Charlie has left me alone while I was pregnant and I was hoping he was stopping for good, but the moment I got home from the hospital the abuse started up again. I just couldn't take it anymore, and I didn't want to raise my daughter in a house with a man who would abuse her. I knew that if I escaped with my precious Isabella, I couldn't raise her, much less support her.
Then I remembered my doctor from the hospital, Dr. Cullen, his wife came and visited him while I was in his care. Esme was the sweetest woman I had ever met.
~Flashback~
"Okay Renee, I'm going to need you to push," Dr. Cullen instructed me, "Last time, one, two, three, push!". I heard the cry of my little girl. Tears started to fall down my cheeks, I can't believe that something so pure and innocent and wonderful could be part Charlie's. Dr. Cullen handed me my little angel. "Do you already have a name in mind?" he asked after giver me a moment to just stare at her perfection. "Isabella, Isabella Marie," I said with such conviction, there was no room for questions.
*the next day*
My beautiful baby girl filled my dreams; I couldn't wait to see her. Wait, I can't get attached to little Isabella. If I wanted her to have the best life possible, which I do, I have to giver her up. Then, I heard a knock on the door, and Dr. Cullen walked in with a striking woman. "Hi Renee, this is my wife Esme," he said pointing to the woman next to him. "Renee, I brought this for you," said Esme kindly. It was a gift basket full of little pink onesies and blankets. "Thank you," I said quietly. She smiled softly and placed the basket on the bedside table.
~End of flashback~
So here I am now in the middle of the night, bundling my little princess up. I sneak down the stairs, skipping the ones I know creak. I see Charlie passed out on the couch. Thank god he went out with his "boys" and got so drunk he came home and just passed out. The hospital was only 3 blocks away so I decided to walk instead of testing my luck with our noisy old truck.
I made it to the hospital and to the secretary desk. "Is Dr. Cullen here, I need to talk to him," I said anxiously. "Yeah he is here. I'll page him," she said with curiosity showing in her eyes. "Thank you," I whispered.
I slowly walked to a seat in the waiting area. I kinda hope that Dr. Cullen will take a long time getting here because I want to spend the most time with my baby. I tried to commit little Isabella's face to memory. Someone tapped on my shoulder. I looked up to find Dr. Cullen standing next to me. Silent tears started falling down my face. "Do you want to come to my office to talk privately," he asked. I knew he was implying to get away from the nosy secretary that was leaning in trying to hear our every word. I couldn't form words, so I nodded my reply.
He turned and started walking, so I assumed he wanted me to follow. The walk to his office seemed to be the longest and shortest of my life. When we arrived he waited for me to enter, then he silently closed his office door. I saw a picture on his desk of him, his wife Esme, and five teenagers. Who I assumed are his kids, but didn't know for sure because they are look so different, and yet so similar.
I didn't know he was behind me until he said, "Those are my five children, and of course Esme and I." He seemed to be able to read my mind (a/n…lol…) because he answered my unspoken question. "They are all adopted, we cannot have kids," he said with sadness in his voice.
He seemed like he was waiting for me to start, so I blurted out, "Charlie abuses me, and I don't want Isabella to live like that. I can't take care of her. Can you take care of her for me," I pleaded. I hoped the answer was yes. In the very little time I knew Dr. Cullen and Esme I knew in my heart that they should be the ones to take care of my Isabella.
Dr. Cullen sat down. "I would have to talk to my wife about it. But what about you Renee, do you need help getting away?" he asked sounding very professional and caring. "Yes please," I didn't think he would be able to hear, but he nodded as if he did. I placed Isabella into his opened arms and whispered, "Please take care of my little angel."
Sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes, I am looking for a beta. So if you interested please tell me. What did you think of it? Good, bad, should I continue? Do you guys want me to put the Previously thing at the beginning of each chapter or no? Carlisle POV coming up next. Hope to update soon.
Does anybody know what the story is called where Bella and Jasper are brother/sister and they are beaten by there dad. Jacobs gay and knows. That's all I really can remember. Please and Thx.
xoxo…orangegirle…
