So everyone, sorry its taken me so long to upload but ideas are hard to come by. To answer some questions - Randal and Mary have only one child and the evil spawn is still in Mary's stomach. All of them Mike, Eric, Ben, Angela and Bella have either been adopted or taken off the streets to live as slaves. I know that sometimes it can be confusing but yeah...strange, confusing fanfics are the best ones to read :') Ask any question and I will get back to you somehow.

Chapter 4 – To Write Love On Her Arms

I missed my parents. I wanted my father to be the one to walk me down the aisle. How could they leave me like this? Renee and Charlie were my parents. They died when I was a child. I have never had a childhood that is worth sharing to my kids. I've just been alone. Alone and sold into slavery.

"Mary! Sweetheart! Why must you interrupt me at work?" Randal shouted as he entered the room. The whole shack shook violently as he slammed the door shut.

"He'll be here in the hour," Mary said motionlessly. She patted her dress down and pulled her dirty blonde locks behind her ears. Her stomach stuck out prominently as she slouched back down, her small frame holding the baby. Randal threw his coat down then kissed Mary. Slowly, I made my way to the room we shared. I pulled out the apple and broke it into pieces. Angela was nestled in the corner of the room with her finger in her mouth and her long black hair draped over her face.

"Angela hunny, please will you wake up? I need to say my goodbyes" Her eyes darted open. Tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

"Don't leave me Izzy. I don't want to be alone. Don't leave me with them," Angela whispered into my ear. I wiped her tears with the sleeve of my dress and brushed back her hair.

"Angela I will come back for you. I promise. Just stay here for a little while and keep your mouth closed and do as you're told. I don't want you to get hurt baby girl," I murmured back holding her tightly to my chest. I'd miss this room. I'd miss this 'house'. I'd miss the boys but most of all I'd miss Angela. She was the closest thing I had to family.

Knock.

There was a knock at the door.

Knock. Knock.

There it was again. I raced to the door and yanked it open. Edward was behind the door. Wet from the rain, I had only just realised then that it was in fact raining. He leant in close so that I could feel his breath on my cheek.

"Where are they Isabella?" He sneered. I had never heard him so aggravated before. I pointed into the kitchen. He nodded, pulling me along with him.

"Randal," He nodded. "Mary," He forced a smile. He saw Eric and Mike cleaning the floor and mopping up with dirty dish water. The scars were more visible on both of them.

"Children, go to your room!" Randal ordered, slamming his huge chubby hand on the table. The shack shook again.

"Here is your money and I would like for Isabella to come with me now," He growled. He threw a bag of coins on the table. Randal grinned.

"Have her. Keep her on a tight leash boy, she is a feisty one," I nearly puked in my own mouth at Randal's crude comment. Edward tightened his loose grip on my arm. Edward's top lip quivered as he dragged me towards the door.

"Wait," I whispered, he stared at me in shock. "I have to say goodbye, Edward they are my family. Not Randal and Mary but the others." He allowed me to say goodbye and I all but ran to their room. I hugged Eric, Mike and Ben. I gave Angela a kiss on the head but as I turned to leave I saw Edward in the doorway watching me. He studied Angela and the boys almost with remorse.

When we left the shack, I looked back hoping to see Angela in the window. She was not there. I cried silently to myself.

"Why are you so sad to leave that place?" Edward wondered, his head tilted to the side while we were in the car. The driver rolled the screen down so he wouldn't hear the story.

"Angela."

"The little girl?" I nodded.

"She's important to me. I love her. I didn't want to leave her," I held my head in my hands, tears flowing down my cheeks.

"Isabella..." He tried.

"Bella," I contradicted. I hated the name Isabella. "If I am to forget about that life, first things first I don't want to be called Isabella. I am 15 not 50!" I huffed.

"Bella, we are here," He stated as he looked out the window. I turned to look out the window with him. The house was huge. Vines clung to the building and beautiful flowers, some I'd never seen before, were in the garden. The stone house looked more comfortable than the old shack I used to sleep in. As the driver parked close to the steps, Edward guided me to the front door and I shivered slightly. It was cold outside.

"Alice? Are you home?" Edward shouted through the house. A few seconds later, a fairy skipped down the steps. Her hair was short and spiked out in different directions a daisy chain clung to the spikes of her hair. Her dress was pretty - Prettier than any of Mary's dresses. I gazed at the pink dress she wore with awe. She was so pretty and I had to match up with her. I had no idea why they wanted me. A charity case? A lost cause?

"Hello, I'm Alice it's nice to meet you finally Isabella. Edward has told us so much!" She giggled. I could see Edwards blush.

"She likes to go by Bella, Alice. Bella this is my sister-in-law Alice. She is married to Jasper and you will see him at dinner. Emmett and Rosalie do not live here anymore but they will be at dinner hopefully. As for Carlisle and Esme they are in the study, we will meet with them shortly," He finished. Edward lost me when he introduced me to Alice. "Alice will you go get some clean clothes for Bella and maybe run a bath. I'm sure she wants to be cleaned up for dinner," He smirked, eyeing me as he left the room. Alice dragged me up the stairs and into a very pink covered room.

"You'll love everyone. They all think of you as family. I can't wait to have you as my sister. Gosh is that the time! Let's get you cleaned up!" She spoke so fast it was untrue. After all the washing and prepping Alice finally released me from her clutches.

"Alice will I ever see my family ever again?"

"I don't know how to answer that Bella. I will speak to Edward about it, I'm sure he will accompany you after the wedding," She smirked. She braided my hair loosely and left the room.

What was I doing here? Why are they treating me so nicely? I don't belong here.

Thank you for reading this chapter, I only did this today. Trust me. I just come up with the ideas and type them on. Correct me if there are any mistakes. Or anything you'd like to happen in the fanfic.

Honestly I don't think that it is any good but other opinions sway me other ways *cough* Callum *cough* And you beautiful reviewers obviously.

Just saying. All the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. But Sorry Randal and Mary are mine . Oh and Randal's Spawn in Marys tummy. Just Saying.

GUESS WHAT?
ITS FUCKING 22 days til CHRISTMAS!