BPOV

My head is spinning, and I can't move or open my eyes. I can hear people talking but it sounds far away, I feel a cold hand on my forehead and it feels nice. I try to move closer to the hand but everything starts to hurt, I whine and try to open my eyes.

"Shh it's ok," someone whispers in my ear, "don't move too much."

"Rosie?" I whisper, I blink and I can finally see.

"Yeah, it's me," she says with a smile, she is so pretty, I like her eyes, "Bella I brought some people that want to meet you, my mom and sister."

A really pretty lady with hair the color of a penny comes closer to me and another pretty lady with really dark, short hair smiles from behind her.

"Hi," I say quietly.

"I'm Esme, Rosalie's mom" the lady with hair the color of a penny says, she smiles at me and reaches out to touch my cheek, she looks really nice so I smile back at her.

The lady behind her waves at me, "I'm Alice, Rosalie's sister, and you are the cutest little girl I've ever meet."

"I'm Bella," I giggle.

"Bella now that you're awake, are you hungry?" Esme asks me, I look down at my shirt and nod.

"Ok what would you like to eat?"

I quickly look up at her, "I can choose?"

"Of course sweetheart, why wouldn't you be able to choose?"

"Mommy didn't like me choosing food," I whisper and look back down at my shirt and touch the blue thing on my arm.

"Well you can choose whatever you want honey."

"Can I have some soup?"

EsmePOV

Oh my, poor child she is so malnourished, her cheeks are hallow, the bruise across her cheekbone is sicking, her arms too thin, everything seems so fragile. I have the urge to pull her into my arms to prevent the world from harming her, but it seems like it already had.

The way she reacts to being able to choose her meal shatters my heart, how evil can a mother be to not feed their child!?

Bella is such a sweet child, her expressive, large, innocent eyes are beautiful, her twinkling giggle is adorable, her bright smile is blinding, and her voice still has a baby tone to it which makes everything she says sound delightful.

The way she is acting right now, there is no sign of a dark past, she is a normal child, for the first time in who knows how long.

I sniffle as I make my way downstairs, Carlisle meets me at the bottom of the stairs and looks at me with concern.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"That poor child," I sob, "who can do that to their child?!"

"Do what, love?"

"Her mother didn't let her eat!" I exclaim and cry into his chest, "she was surprised when she was told she could choose her meal."

Carlisle hugs me tightly and tries to calm me down, but it's not until I feel Jasper's calming waves that I calm down and pull away. I look around Carlisle and thank him, he smiles and nod.

I look back at Carlisle," She asked for soup. Would that be ideal for her state?"

"That is perfect."

I nod and make my way into the kitchen, I'm determined on making that beautiful girl something delicious.

CarlislePOV

I watch Esme walk away before making my way upstairs and check on little Isabella. I can hear Rosalie and Alice telling her a story as I get closer, I quietly knock on the door.

"Come in."

I slowly poke my head through the door and find Isabella looking intently at the opening doorway.

"Hello Isabella," I greet as I enter the room.

I extend my hand and she timidly takes it, I shake it lightly and place a small kiss on the back of her hand, she smiles and asks in a soft quiet voice, "Who are you?"

"Oh where are my manners!" I chuckle and she giggles," I'm Carlisle, I'm a doctor, as well as Rosalie's and Alice's dad."

"Nice to meet you, Doctor," she says with a cute dimpled smile.

"Nice to meet you too, Miss Isabella," I say.

"How do you feel right now?" I ask, Isabella looks at Rosalie and then Alice and back at me.

"It's ok Bella, he just wants to help you get better," Alice explains, Isabella nods and looks at me.

"My head hurts," she says before looking at her arm, "what's this?", pointing at the blue cast on her arm.

"It's a cast, you have a broken arm but with this on it will help it heal and it won't hurt when you move it," I explain and she nods her little head in understanding.

"When can I take it off?"

"When it's all healed up, and it doesn't hurt to move it," she nods again and presses on the cast," it's hard isn't it?"

"Yeah," she whispers and continues to press and pick at the cast, Rosalie chuckles at her distracted response.

"So Isabella does anything else hurt?"

"It hurts right here," she says pointing to her ribs, which are bruised and cracked but she doesn't know that.

"Can you breath ok?" I ask she takes a deep breath but stops short and a pained whimper leaves her little mouth.

"I'm sorry," she whispers and hides behind her hair.

"There's nothing to be sorry for sweetheart," Rosalie coos, gently smoothing her hair away from her face, Isabella gives her a small smile and nods.

"Isabella can you please tell me what happened to you?" I ask softly, her eyes widened and fill with tears, her heartbeat and breathing quickens, she looks absolutely terrified.

"I can't," she whispers and shakes her head, "she will know and it will be bad."

"Who will know?" I ask.

"Mommy," she continues to whisper.

"But your mommy isn't here, so she won't know, "Alice suggests, "you can tell us. We'll keep you safe."

Isabella presses her lips together and her delicate eyebrows knit together.

"Mommy got mad," she mumbles after a minute of silence.

"What did she get mad about?" Alice asks.

"I- I don't know," her voice trembles and her bottom lip juts out and quivers, when she looks up tears are running down her face.

"Shh it's ok," Rosalie gently hugs her, "you're safe here, we just want to know what happened."

Isabella nods and sniffles a couple times, "I was hiding in the closet..."

As Isabella tells her story, everyone silently enters the room, she is looking down at her hands and doesn't notice.

By the time she is done, she is speaking in broken sentences and phrases, as well as crying and shaking, Rosalie sits on the bed and places Isabella on her lap, she nuzzles into her and cries until she finally falls asleep. Everybody seems visibly shaken up, Edward looks especially shameful as he looks at little Isabella.

Rosalie gently places her back in bed as I approach, when she is out of Rosalie's arm she shivers, after checking her vitals I change the bag of fluids, and let her rest.

Ok, so don't kill me but life made me its bitch! I've been working and in school, homework is terrible, I hate my math teacher, work has been giving me 30+ hours when I'm supposed to be a part time and only work around 20 hours. But more money right... haha... No I'm slowly dying, both physically and spiritually. I FINALLY had some time to work on this cause all my other spare time was spent catching up on sleep and trying to maintain my dead social life alive. So sorry for the wait but here it is! Enjoy and let me know if you love it or hate it.