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Chapter 1, I already had about 12 pages wrote, but I sent it to my beta Princess 2000204 and she told me I could break it into a couple chapters, so I did. Chapter 2 is almost done, and if I get 10 reviews, I'll post it tomorrow. But I have to get at least 10, if I get more, great!

And now, onto chapter 1 :)


Doesn't come down when she calls,
"It's time for breakfast."
The memories begin to fall.
She asks, "When will I be free?"
- All These Lives by Chris Daughtry

Chapter 1 - Welcome to Your New Home

POV: Isabella Swan

Flashbacks: Third person pov


15 years later…

"Lillian!" Master James yelled from somewhere in the house. I quickly ran to his voice, and found him in the living room, eyeing a vase which he held in his hand. He turned to face me as I entered the room with my head bowed and my hands clasped in front of me. "Lillian," he said again, much more calmly this time, "you have grown into a fine young woman. Now I know your birthday is not for a few months but I have an early present for you."

I was expecting the worse, but when he handed me an envelope, my heart started to pound loudly in my chest. Slowly, and carefully, I opened it. Inside was a folded piece of paper, my eyes widened as I read the heading: You are formally invited to Edward Cullen's 19th birthday.

I looked at Master James confused. What does this have to do with me? He noticed my confusion.

"Ah Lillian, I am taking you to this party, as my guest. I raised you to respect me, and this is your chance to prove yourself. The party is tomorrow night at six. I expect you to be ready by five, no later, understood?"

I nodded my head and whispered, "Yes master."

"Good girl, now go make your self useful, I have stuff to do." With a flick of his wrist, I scurried out the door.

James Dale kidnapped me at the age of three, and at first I didn't understand it. Why did he need a child so young? When we entered his house, the puzzle pieces started to fit together perfectly. I was their child.

Flashback (Three years old)

The house they stopped at was big, way bigger than Isabella's two story house. The mean man grabbed Bella by the hand and pulled her towards the house, she was scared now. Her parent's always told her not to talk to strangers, and technically she didn't, but her three year old eyes saw something that wasn't meant to be seen, and it landed her in a lot of trouble.

The man stopped outside the big house and sat her down on the step; he sat down next to her.

"What's your name sweetie?" he asked in a kind voice. Bella was smart for a three year old; she shook her head 'no', not saying a word. The man pouted, "I'm James, but you have to call me daddy, okay?"

Bella was confused, this man wasn't her daddy, Charlie Swan, police chief of Forks, was her daddy.

A lady with red hair came out of the house, "James," she cried, "who's this cutie?"

"This is our daughter Vicki, but she won't tell me her name, so we are going to have to name her." James smiled up at the lady, whose name was Vicki.

This lady wasn't Bella's mommy, Renee Swan was Bella's mommy. The tiny three-year old sat on the steps, confused. So much was going on that she didn't understand.

Vicki walked down the stairs, and knelt to come face to face with Bella. "Sweetheart, can you tell me your name?" Bella shook her head. "I'll give you a treat." She was hungry, but she knows better than to take candy from strangers.

Vicki looked at James, who nodded his head before disappearing in the house. When the door was closed Vicki looked at the frighten child again, "If you won't tell me your name, then I will name you." She stood up and grabbed Bella's hand. "Come on, time to see your new home. You will call me mommy, and you will call James daddy. We are going to have so much fun; I always wanted a little girl."

When Bella wouldn't move, Vicki huffed and grabbed her by the waist. She placed the three year old on her hip, much to Bella's dismay, and proceeded up the stairs and in the house.

Bella kicked and squirmed the whole way to her room. One time she even tried to fall out of the lady's arms, but Vicki held her tightly. She didn't want her baby getting hurt.

They stood in front of a pink door, with the words 'Lillian's Room' strategically placed on it. The door opened and Bella's face lit up. It was so pink! The walls had a castle on it, with all the Disney princesses, and even her bed was shaped like a castle. Vicki admired the little girl's expression; she knew this room would warm her up. She studied the little girl one last time, and gently placed her on her feet where she wasted no time running into the bedroom.

"Have fun Lily." Vicki tried out the name for her little girl.

When Bella turned around at the name, she looked confused. "My name is not Lily." She said.

"Yes it is my Lily-bear. Play with your toys now, dinner will be ready soon." Without another word, Vicki left the room, locking the door behind her.

Bella didn't play with her toys instead she sat on her new princess bed and cried. She cried because she lost her ball and instead of getting her mom or dad to get it, she got it herself, she cried because she will never see her mommy or daddy again, and she cried because this is her life now. That night, and every night after, she cried herself to sleep.

End of Flashback

My real name is Isabella Marie Swan, but since the Dales kidnapped me, my name has been Lillian Victoria Dale.

I wouldn't tell them my name at three years old, so they named me themselves. They even went as far as getting me christened in the river outside their house.

At three, I couldn't do much, so I was Vicki and James' baby girl.

At five, they taught me to read and write.

At seven, I learned to wash dishes, and if they weren't perfectly clean, I got 'taught a lesson'. James would throw me over his knee and smack my ass until I screamed "I'm sorry Daddy!" Then he would hug me and shower me in kisses. He said he was 'teaching me a lesson'.

At the age of nine, I was doing laundry and most of the housework. I was no longer considered their little girl, I was their maid.

At eleven years old, they decided I was old enough to go out in public. I would go outside on the lawn all the time, and I was ecstatic that I would see people other than my 'parents'. After eight years of calling James and Vicki 'daddy and mommy', I was starting to think they were my actual parents, but I knew better.

A year after - on my twelfth birthday- Vicki hired a family friend to die and cut my hair. Kate, the hairdresser, completely changed my appearance; I didn't know who I was anymore. Then after she left, Victoria forced me in a frilly dress, that was almost identical to hers, and James dressed in a tux, and they took me out to dinner for my birthday as a family.

Flashback

"Lily," Vicki called, "time to get dressed, we are leaving soon." Ever since Kate colored and cut her hair, she's been staring at herself in the mirror in her bathroom. She didn't look like herself, and she cried the entire time Kate was doing it.

She jumped when the door to the bathroom opened, "Lillian Dale, get out here right now." Bella lowered her head, and walked out into her bedroom. When she turned eight, she was no longer considered a 'little girl' and James and Vicki removed everything from her room, and repainted her walls red. She didn't like it, but over the years she learned not to complain.

"Put this on, and then sit on the chair." Vicki threw a red dress at her. Reluctantly she put it on, and turned around when Vicki came back to zip it up. The dress had a black ribbon and puffed out below the waist. It only went past her knees, and although she would never admit it, she loved the dress.

Without a word, she sat on the chair. Vicki styled her hair in a half-up-half-down look, and pinned her bang to the side.

Vicki made sure everything was perfect before locking her child in her bedroom and going to put on her matching dress.

An hour later they were seated in a small restaurant somewhere in town. James covered Bella's eyes with a blindfold to 'surprise her', but she knew it was to make sure she had no idea where she was.

The waitress gave the family their menus, "What would you like to drink?" She asked in a sweet voice.

James spoke for the whole family, "We'll have a glass of coke each and Lily here will have a glass of root beer. It's her birthday today." Bella didn't even know what root beer was, because she was never allowed to drink soda. She was excited to taste it though.

The waitress smiled at the happy family, but Bella was far from happy.

She wanted to tell somebody, anybody, that these people kidnapped her and have been playing 'house' since she was three years old. But no one would believe her. So what was the point?

"Jam - daddy?" She asked quietly. James looked towards her with an eyebrow raised. "I have to use the washroom, m-may I be excused?" James looked towards the washroom, it was fairly close to their table, and there was no way she could escape without them seeing her.

"Alright Lily, but quickly, our food will soon be here." Bella nodded her head quickly and took off to the washroom. Victoria stood to follow her but James shook his head. It would look suspicious; he would just have to trust her.

Inside the washroom doors, Bella looked in each stall, finding them all empty much to her disappointment. She looked for a window she wouldn't find. There was no way to escape. She ran to the corner – between the sink and the wall- and let her tears fall. Her one chance at escaping and she couldn't do it.

When she heard a high pitched voice she ran in a stall and locked the door, then she stayed quiet.

"Come on, let's fix you up."

"Why do boys have to be so dumb Ali?" A voice like golden wind chimes asked.

"I don't know Rose, boys will be boys." The high pitched voice spoke again.

"Royce was so sweet yesterday, and tonight, he's a totally different…do you hear that?"

Bella noticed it was her sobs they heard, and she instantly held her breath.

A small fist knocked on the stall, causing her to jump. "Um, hello? Is anyone in here?"

Bella placed her hand over her mouth when she started to cry again. They were normal people living their everyday lives; they didn't know what went on around them.

Slowly Bella turned the lock, opened the door, and stepped out. A pixie-like girl with spiky black hair was standing next to the stalls, while a taller girl with beautiful blond hair that looked like a model was standing by the sinks.

They were both staring at her, and the silence was getting awkward.

"Um, hi." Bella whispered, "I have to go." She walked quickly towards the door when a hand on her arm stopped her.

"Wait, were you listening to our conversation?" The blond one asked.

Bella shook her head quickly, if James found out about this, she can kiss her warm bed good-bye. "No, I-I'm sorry, I was a-about to leave b-but then you came i-in and…" her breath got caught in her throat, and she backed up against the wall.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't panic its okay. What's your name?" The short one asked looking at her friend. The blond one came next to her with an apologetic look on her face.

"My name is…" What should she said, Bella or Lily? "Bella." She finished in a whispered.

"I'm Alice, and this is Rosalie. Are you okay?" Bella shook her head, no she wasn't okay. "Well, is there anything we can do? Are you here with anyone?"

She looked at the two girls who didn't even know her, but they were offering her support. Bella sighed, then stood up and fixed her dress. "No, there's nothing you can do to fix this. No one can fix this mess I'm in. I'm here with my 'parents'. " emphasizing the word parents by using air-quotes, "If anyone ask, you never saw me in your life, and you didn't speak to me either. Please, just go along with it, its better that way, for everyone. Bye." Bella turned and exit the washroom, without hearing their reply.

When she returned to their table, the food was already laid out, which caused James to give her a glare.

He pointed to the burger and fries in front of her, but not a word was spoken.

When Alice and Rosalie exited the washroom, they search the restaurant for the blond hair girl they met. But she was nowhere to be seen. When asked about her at the counter, the waitress pointed to the once occupied table and shrugged. She was certain the family was just there.

Outside in the car, Vicki drove while James was seated in the back with Bella.

He smacked her across the face, "You little bitch, tell me what you said to them?" Before Bella could explain, James slapped her again. "Answer me!" He yelled in her face.

"I'm sorry daddy, they asked me for some lip gloss, I told them I never had any, I swear that's all I said! I swear!" Bella pleaded, but it was no good, James didn't buy it.

"You're lucky it's you birthday! Tomorrow you're sleeping in the basement for the rest of the week. Then you'll learn to tell me the truth." James produced a needle from nowhere, and stuck it in Bella's arm. She knew better than to fight, it would only make her punishment worst.

End of flashback

Sixteen years old - sweet sixteen - every girl dreams of this day; every girl except me.

James and Vicki have been talking about this day for awhile, and I dreaded this day forever.

James told me that when I turn sixteen, there's no more 'mommy and daddy', I will be their house servant, and they will be referred to as 'Master James' and 'Mistress Victoria'.

Every time I slip up, there will be no more 'kiddie punishment', I will be whipped and forced to sleep in the basement with no food or water until I learn my lesson.

I have never slipped up, not in two whole years. They still call me Lily or Lillian, even though I told them countless times my name is Bella. They don't care; they call me slave girl most of the time now anyways, I don't even get a name anymore.

Five o'clock came quickly, too quickly for my liking, and I was pushed out the door by James. There was a blindfold over my eyes and my hands were tied in front of me with soft rope. Six months ago, I tried to escape when we were on our way to do some shopping. It was only me and Victoria, no James, so I took advantage of her weakness.

Flashback

"Lillian!" Victoria shouted. Bella dropped the piece of clothing she was folding and ran towards the voice. When she made it to the kitchen, she was out of breath.

"Yes Mistress Victoria?" She tried to get her breathing back to normal.

"Lily, James is gone to town today, so we are going shopping. Go put on some decent clothing, and return back here. You have five minutes, shoo!" Bella didn't let the information sink in until she was running back towards Victoria.

They were actually leaving the house without James; did Victoria trust her that much? A brilliant plan popped in her head from nowhere.

She returned to the kitchen with seconds to spare. And like an obedient puppy, she followed Victoria to the car waiting outside. She made sure Victoria wasn't looking when she made her move. From under her shirt, she quietly pulled out a metal rod she has been carrying since she found it in the basement. But she couldn't use it on James, he was much too strong, she had to use it on Victoria, at just the right moment.

Bella moved closer to Victoria, and silently counted to three.

On one, she raised the rod over her head; on two, she tightened her grip; on three, she swung with all her might with the metal rod in her hands, and hit Victoria on the head. It knocked her out instantly, and she fell to the ground. Bella kicked her in the side once, to make sure she was unconscious and she was.

Little to Bella's knowledge, James arrived home early, and was turning into the driveway just as Bella took off running. James saw a flash of red in the woods next to him, but ignored it. Parking his car, he did a double take of the woman lying on the ground, motionless.

"Victoria?" he asked confused. "Vicki?" he tried again. No answer came from her.

He ran up the steps leading to the house. The door was unlocked, and he wasted no time getting inside.

"Lily." He shouted. When she didn't appear after thirty seconds, his face turned bright red, and his fist turned into balls. "Lillian!" He roared again, punching the wall on his was outside.

"Lillian!" He yelled into the forest. "Lillian Dale, come out right now!" When she didn't show, he took off running towards the red flash he ignored earlier. Lillian was in huge trouble, and tonight she would pay for her mistake.

Bella kept running, ignoring branches that scratched her arms, and roots that made her trip more than once. She heard James voice, full of fury from somewhere in the forest as he kept calling her name. She would pay for her mistakes tonight, and she would be lucky to live to see tomorrow.

When she fell to the ground for the tenth time, she knew she was in trouble. Her leg was twisted in an odd angle and she couldn't move it. 'This is it' she thought, 'this is where I'm going to die.'

James stopped and listened to the forest sounds; birds chirping, squirrels scattering, and even the occasional deer. Then he heard it, from somewhere to his right, the unmistakable sound of someone crying. Slowly he walked towards the sound, and the sight he saw before him was priceless. Lily was on the ground with one leg tucked underneath her, and the other lay on a tree stump, looking purple and swollen.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" James sneered, walking closer to his victim.

"Get away from me." Bella snapped at him.

"Or what? What are you going to do to me? Huh? Are you going to knock me out like you did Victoria?"

"That wasn't me, she tripped and fell!" Bella lied.

"Right, so if I throw you over a cliff, can I tell your parents 'she tripped and fell' when I play hero and find your dead body?" Bella's tears came faster, and her sobbing louder. She was going to die, one way or another.

"I thought so. Get up; you're in for a rough night." James kicked her in the leg, her broken leg, and she screamed in pain.

"I can't get up, my leg is broken!" she yelled.

"Sucks to be you!" James laughed. He grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder, forcing her broken leg to hit James' shoulder.

He returned to the house five minutes later, "Look at that, home sweet home! It's too bad you were going around in circles." James thought he was talking to the girl over his shoulder, but she had passed out two minutes ago.

He threw her on the ratty old mattress he kept in the basement, then locked a cuff around her wrist, and repeated with the other one. He made sure they were both securely attached to the wall before he went to find a first aid kid.

After bandaging up her broken leg, -she was no good with a broken leg when there was house work to be done- he walked up the basement steps, locking the door behind him. He had a wife to wake up, and there was going to be hell when she did.

End of flashback

I learned my lesson that night, and every night for the week following the incident. Now, every time we leave the house, for whatever reason, James makes sure I'm secured tightly, and I'm usually wearing a dress with no bra or panties. 'Nowhere to hid weapons', he told me.

And that brings us back to the car, heading to the Cullen house for Edward's nineteenth birthday. I still have no idea why I'm going, but at least it's nice to get out of the house.

Some time later, the car came to a stop. But James or Victoria never removed my bindings or blindfold, something wasn't right.

"Come on slave, let's get you inside." James laughed as he pulled me from the car. I only took two steps when I tripped. Luckily before I landed face first on the ground, James' hand grabbed my arm.

"It's a shame she's leaving us, but one thing I won't miss is her clumsiness." 'Wait leaving? Leaving where?' Questions swirled around my head, but I didn't dare ask them.


A/N: And that's chapter 1. I hope it's good enough for a review, or 2, or 3 :)

Remember 10 reviews, and I'll post the next chapter tomorrow.

Maddiee :)