Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

BPOV

I took a look at the clothes Esme left for me and put them on. They were warm, comfy and fit me perfectly. I folded my clothing and help them tightly to my chest; I was kind of scared to walk out of bathroom. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I looked both ways and stepped out of the bathroom. I turned to close the door, and when I turned back around I was met with the tip of a gun in my between my eyes.

I gasped and didn't move.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house? Answer me fast before I blow your brains out." The blonde man said fiercely with the gun still pressed above my nose.

I gulped and looked up at him.

"M-my name is Bella Swan, and I-I-"

I was cut of by Esme who was walking down the hallway.

"Carlisle, put that god damn gun away. I swear, you are going to scare the shit out of the poor girl. She's obviously here with Edward and I." Esme said seriously but teasingly.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but was still on guard.

"Sorry dear. I'm kind of on the edge today. I sincerely apologize about pointing my gun in your face like that."

I looked up to the man named Carlisle and nodded. He had cream blonde hair, ocean blue eyes and a straight nose. He looked the same age as Esme and just as beautiful.

"I-It's okay, I guess?"

It sounded more like a question then a statement. I was still shaken and skeptical. I knew nothing about these people, or who they are. It didn't go unnoticed that they carry guns around with them. Where is Edward?

"Come on Bella, dinner is on the table. I don't want it to get cold." Esme said

Esme grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway with Carlisle right behind me. I never got a chance to actually look at their house. House was not the right word for it. You could probably fit the White House in here. I walked into the dinning room and looked around. The table was big enough to fit at least a family of 20. I've never been around anything that was really expensive and it made me kind of nervous.

"I hope you don't mind, but the rest of the family is coming over tonight. You will just love them. Emmett and Alice are twins, Rosalie is married to Emmett and Alice is married to Rosalie's brother named Jasper. Can you believe that they are twins also?" Esme ranted.

"Mom, don't scare her."

I turned around to see Edward standing in the doorway with his arms up, touching the top of the door.

"I promise, it's legal." Edward said, referring to the twin thing.

I turned my lip up at him. I looked at what he was wearing and suddenly felt under dressed. He had on a dark yellow, button up shirt that was folded neatly up to his elbows; light blue jeans, and black Vans. I, on the other had on a sweat shirt I got from Esme, blue jeans and flip flops. I was comfortable, just not dressed up like he was. His hair was cut perfectly, leaving the top messy, but out of his eyes. The color of his hair was like a dark caramel color, with penny and blonde highlights. I looked down at his exposed arms to see tattoos everywhere. One even ran out of his shirt and onto the back of his neck.

All of a sudden the dinning room door banged open, and in came the largest man I've ever seen.

"Hey ma'. Look who's here." The man practically yelled.

I backed away from him, afraid that he would notice me. I didn't want to cause a show, so I stayed calm.

"Hey, Emmett. Where's Rosalie?" Esme asked.

"She's getting the stuff out of the car." The man named Emmett said.

Emmett had light blue eyes, hair that was mixed with blonde, but mostly a weird brown. His smile was bright and big.

I was distracted by a woman coming in behind Emmett. She was tall and curvy. She had light blonde hair,with brown streaks going through it. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of blue and they complimented her face.

"Hey Esme." She said as she walked up, kissed Esme on the cheek and gave her a big hug.

"Hey Rose. How have you been?" Esme asked.

"I've been good. Your son driving me crazy day by day. Him and Alice have been fighting all day and it's giving me a headache." She said teasingly.

At the mention of the name Alice, in walked a tiny woman with pin straight brown hair, in a ponytail. Her hair had bright red tips, her eyes were apple green and she had a tiny nose.

"Emmett, I'm going to shove my Sig Sauer so far up your ass, you will be able to shoot it with your belly button." She screamed.

Just as Emmett was going to respond, a blonde man I didn't know came in. His hair was cut like Edward's and his eyes were icy blue. He had a tiny grin on his face as he watched Alice.

Alice looked back at him and smiled.

"Jasper can you please tell Emmett that guns are friends not foe?" She asked pleadingly.

"I'll try; whatever that means." He said as he rolled his eyes.

I'm glad I went unnoticed as I slipped out of the dinning room. I wanted to get out of there. I followed a hallway and found the front door. I didn't know where I was, or how to get out of here. I saw a path, so I decided that had to be the way, since I didn't see a drive way.

They were nice people, just a lot of overwhelming, and I felt like I needed to get out a soon as possible.

I was 10 minutes into the walk when I saw a red line painted on the ground. It didn't look suspicious because loggers are always marking off trees and grass. I didn't pay it no mind, so I walked right pass it. As soon as I passed it an ear shattering frequency pitch went off. Gun shots sounded in the air and voices started yelling. I tried running back the way I came, but was soon met with two men with guns in their hands.

One man lifted his hand and spoke into an expensive looking walkie talkie.

"We got them." He spoke.

"Bring whoever it is to the house." A voice that sounded like Carlisle spoke back. He didn't sound angry, just expectant.

I was so confused and distraught that tears started running down my face. What was going on?

I was dragged up the porch steps and was forced to stand up at the door. The man opened the door and walked in. He took me into the living room and for once I was happy to see this crazy family.

As soon as he entered and pushed me in front of him, all eyes were on me.

I was frozen in place and scared out of my mind. Tears were coming faster and I was obviously shaken. Everyone looked at me; some confused, others understanding.

"Bella, there you are sweetheart. I was looking all over for you. I'm glad you're the intruder and not someone else" Esme said as she came up to hug me.

I was way to scared to hug her back, so I just stood there. I didn't understand what she was saying so I just left it alone.

"Who is that?" The woman named Alice asked.

"Everyone, this is Edward's friend Bella." Esme announced.

"Hi Bella." They all said at the same time. Some louder than others.

I looked over to see Emmett coming my way. I felt my eyes get big and my palms start to sweating. My instant reaction was to run, but they always catch up. Always. I started mumbling curse words under my breath. I would have cried, but I couldn't find it in me.

Out of nowhere Alice jumped up and basically body slammed him.

"Stop Big Bear, you are scaring her." She screamed.

She got up and walked over to me and held her hand out.

"Hello, I'm Alice Esme Cullen. You?" She said calmly.

I took her hand and shook it.

"I'm Bella Swan." I said quietly.

"Nice to meet you Bella." She smiled and walked back over to Jasper and sat beside him.

It was quiet and awkward as Emmett pulled himself up off the floor.

"Dammit Al, I just wanted to hug her." Emmett groaned.

"I have to go." I spoke out.

Everyone looked at me.

"It was nice meeting all of you, and Esme thank you so much for the clothes and helping me with my bruises and ribs, but I have to leave." I said quietly.

They all just stared as I slowly turned around and made my way to the hallway that would take me to the door. Before I got to the hallway I felt a large, warm hand grab my arm softly. I turned around and was face to chest with Edward.

"Bella, don't leave. Lets go to my room and talk." Without waiting for me to respond, he pulled me upstairs.

He took my hand and led me to a door way. What I thought was the door to his room was only a door to a hallway. We walked down the hallway until we came to another door. Only this time he had to have a pass code. He entered the pass code and started up the stairs while still holding my hand. This time we came to big set of grand, dark cherry wood, French doors. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

The room was grand. The carpet was black and thick. One wall was cream white with wooden lining, and he had a mural painted on the opposite wall; on top it said Cullens, and on the bottom it said, "È possibile scegliere le tue battaglie, ma non si può vincere tutti". It was beautiful. Something that looked like a crest was in the middle. I didn't let my eyes linger long, so I kept looking.

My breath was taken away when I looked up at his ceiling. It was made out of all glass and had the most perfect view of the sky.

"Edward, this is amazing." I said.

Even though I was highly afraid of his family, I didn't feel that way around him. I also had a suspecion about them. They were just so different.

"My mom did it. She wanted Alice, Emmett and I to grow up with the best of everything. Not in a bad way though. We never take what we have for granted."

I looked over and saw a huge big screen T.V. Below it was was fireplace, outlined with white marble. Edward pulled on my hand and walked us further into the room. He pulled me around another corner and we were now staring at a bed. The bed itself was dark, cherry wood, with white linens. It looked extremely comfortable. I've never slept on anything besides my sofa at home. I guess that's what you get when your farther leaves you and wipes out the house.

"It's very nice Edward." I whispered.

I wanted to cry. I envy him and his family. They grew up with a great family, loving parents, and everything they wanted. I'm just happy that he got to live the lifestyle I never had. No matter how much I envy him, or how much I wish I could live this way, I was just happy for him.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on, Bella?"

"Can I trust you?" I asked.

He nodded his head. We sat in the big, comfortable chairs by the glass wall, that was in front of his bed.

I told him everything I told Esme. I even told him the reasons why I thought I was being bullied.

"I just don't understand why they say some of the cruelest things to me. I've been put down all my life and no one has ever came to my rescue. It's not like the stories you read, or the movies you see. It is so much more. And the sad thing about it is, that no matter how much you want someone to come through and save you, it's not going to happen. I have no hero to save me like they do in the movies or books. I don't have that one best friend, or that teacher you can tell anything."

I didn't want to feel sorry for myself because self-pity gets you nowhere. I know that if I want it all to stop, that I'm going to have to change myself. And that's what I told him.

He looked mad.

"Don't you ever try to please anyone by changing yourself. That gives them satisfaction and victory. People love to see you crumble at their will, and if you go changing yourself, you don't win. They do. If you want all of this to stop Bella, you have to take charge of your life. Don't sit around and let people chew you out. You are human, just like them."

"Do you think I deserve it?" I asked while looking down at my fingers.

"Bella, no one deserves to be treated like that. Especially someone like you. So, no I don't think you deserve it." He said strongly.

I looked down at his arms and stared at his tattoos. They were all so beautiful, but they had no color. Just plain black and white.

I looked around for a clock and spotted one on the wall. 10:30 p.m.

I've been here longer than I thought.

"Edward, do you think you can take me home? It's getting really late."

When I didn't get an answer, I looked over and saw him deep in thought.

"Sure. I'll take you home." He finally replied.

"Can you walk with me? I need to find my clothes. I think Esme washed them for me."

He nodded and walked us to his door. Out of nowhere he stopped and turned around.

"Bella, why are you going back to your house, when there is nothing there for you but a couch?" He asked.

"That's the only place I'm use to."

It felt horrible being alone. It feels like you are in a dark tunnel and everything around you is just moving. No one to love, or love you back. No one to care for. It hurts. Badly. That's a feeling no one should have to face.

"Bella, do you like me the same way I like you?"

The tip of my ears got hot and I looked away.

"What way do you like me? I mean, we barely know each other." I said.

"Well, in case you haven't figured it out, I was the kid that use to always trade my club sandwich for you tomato and cheese sandwich." He said while smiling slightly.

I looked up at him confused and then I finally figured it out. In 3rd grade I never had lunches like the other kids. They had Gushers, I had raisins. They had juice, I had water. They had cool lunch boxes, I had a paper bag. They had their cool sandwiches, I had the same thing everyday. That's when all the picking and bullying started. And then one day when I was sitting alone at lunch, in came a red headed boy. He walked up to my table and asked if he can sit. When he saw what I was eating, he looked at it with disgust and asked me did I want some of his sandwich. Every since that day he would bring two sandwiches to school and offer to get rid of mine for me. We never talked, we just sat and ate. When Middle School came around I never saw him again.

"Sandwich boy?" I asked.

He laughed and his eyes twinkled.

"The one and only."

"How did you know it was me?" I asked, really curious.

"I will never forget eyes like yours."