Angel of Freedom

Bella's POV:

For the rest of the week, I was back to being slave form.

Edward did not speak to me at all.

But the thing was….I did not want to speak to him either.

My time in the mansion was utter loneliness.

I sometimes cried myself to sleep.

It was better to be beaten and acknowledged than ignored.

I sighed as I swept the dirt out of the shed.

Who comes in here besides me anyway?

I shook my head and continued.

I felt so lonely.

Suddenly there was a knock at the window from the kitchen.

Carefully, I leaned the broom against the wall and ran over to the kitchen.

A lady with caramel hair was waiting for me with a glass of water.

Lady Esme.

""Here you go dear." She said, smiling and handing the glass to me.

I curtsied before taking the glass, "Thank you Lady Esme." I said then took the glass.

Lady Esme studied me as I downed the glass.

"How do you like your stay here Bella?" she asked lovingly.

Immediately I was on my guard. I could not tell Edward's mother that her son was a douche bag.

"I love it here." I said trying to put some liveliness in my voice.

She looked at me skeptically. She opened her mouth to say something when the devil himself entered.

"Isabella." He greeted.

I bowed, "Sir Edward." I muttered with distaste.

"I need to see you in my room. Immediately." He said in his old tone.

"Edward you can't possibly—"

"It is alright lady Esme. If you wish, I could speak to you later." I said bowing.

Lady Esme hesitated but complied.

Edward led me to his room.

I smiled as I looked around. Musical sheets were scattered around a baby grand piano. There was an old sofa and a huge window that faced west.

Edward shut the door quietly and turned me around so I would meet his eyes.

"Tonight we are having a dinner." Edward winced and smiled gently.

For a moment I felt as if the old Edward was back.

The kind Edward.

The warm Edward.

The Edward who cared.

But then I remembered that that Edward did not exist.

"Would you like me to serve them?" I asked.

Edward shook his head, "No Bella." He said using my name.

My heart soared.

"I need you to stay out of the way." He said gently. "These people are dangerous." He murmured.

I nodded. This didn't really matter.

He was scorning me.

"Of course Sir Edward." I said curtsying and turning on my heel.

A low oath came from Edward's mouth but he didn't come after me.

I walked on the edges of the property; which was something because the property itself was 5 acres.

"Please!" a small, childlike voice said.

I ran to wherever this voice was coming from.

I saw a small child about 10 years old being whipped with a whip that had barbed wire.

I saw red.

This was me 7 years back.

She even looked like me!

I waited until the slimy grimy man left then went to the girl.

"Come with me." I whispered urgently.

"You—You're the Angel of Freedom." She whispered a small smile on her face.

I nodded quickly, "yes. Come on! I can help."

Slowly, she got to her feet, wincing, "let's go." I whispered scooping her up.

I ran back to the property and went straight to my room.

She whimpered as I laid her on the bed.

Poor thing must be hurt beyond help.

I ran to the bathroom and ran a bath.

I helped her undress and soaked her in the tub.

She winced the whole time but never shouted out.

She was brave.

"You are brave, do you know that?" I asked her as I carefully cleaned her wounds.

She shrugged, "master thinks I am a cow."

I saw red again, "but you aren't. You are a special little girl. While I am here….no one will touch you." I said fierce.

She nodded.

Where shall I go when you finish cleaning me?" she asked, sounding nervous.

I smiled, "you shall live with me. You can stay in my room and I shall work and give you food. No one here will know if you stay in my room." I said as I dried her carefully.

Her face lit up, "really?'

I smiled and held her close, "always."

She smiled cheekily, "can I call you mommy? My mommy died when I was 5. You remind me of her."

I felt warm on the inside. I thought no one ever would.

I always thought I would die before anyone would be able to call me 'mommy'

"Of course. What is your name?"

She smiled shyly, "My name is Michelle."

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A week had passed and Michelle stayed in my room.

When the masters had left for town, I let Michelle play in the gardens.

I didn't eat much anymore. I always left ¾ of my food for Michelle.

The poor thing was so thin!

I wanted to help her be her normal self.

I loved her as if she were my own child.

I would do anything for her.

One day, as I was washing the dishes I heard Master Edward roar. "ISABELLA!!!!"

I ran up to where I heard the roar.

In the hallway, was Sir Edward holding Michelle by the neck.

"Who is this?"

I gasped.

Michelle stayed still knowing that she would be in trouble if she said anything.

I decided to beg. Even if it would cost my own well being, "please sir….i found a man whipping the poor child. I-I was giving her my food and waiting until she is b-better!" I whimpered.

"Then?" he said impatiently.

I was taken aback, "then what sir?" I asked.

"What would you have done when she was well?" he asked, impatient.

I felt my facial expression grow dark, "I would sell myself before I give her back to her owner." I said.

Sir Edward stared at me for a moment. Then he looked at Michelle whom he had in his hand.

"No need." He said putting her down.

"W-W-What?" I asked, fearing for Michelle.

He smiled gently, "she shall stay here. She will do small tasks for the rest of the family. Remember Bella….you only take orders from me." He said before descending down the stairs.

I ran up and hugged Michelle once sir Edward was gone.

Once we pulled out, she smiled, "you like him don't' you?" she asked me, her dimples showing.

I flushed, "yes. I do." I said meekly.

I cannot believe that I just said that!

Edward and me?

Impossible!

She smiled and laughed, "now I will have a daddy!"

I laughed with her and tickled her silly.

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Edward never struck Michelle and for that I was grateful. She was like my daughter, so if he struck her, he struck me.

"Bella?" Edward asked me one day as I was cleaning the table.

I faced him.

He looked at me in the eye then said, "Would you….."

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Cliffhanger!

I know most of you will hate me but whatevs.

I have a riddle for you!

Today is the 28th of February.

Tomorrow is supposed to be my birthday….but it's not really supposed to be it.

Anyone who can guess the answer, I will dedicate the next chapter to.

Review and guess