Victoria and Renee had been friends since their first day of school. The brunette and the red-head were both very alike and surprisingly different. Renee was impulsive; as swift as the wind whilst Victoria was level headed and careful. They had laughed together, cried together, loved together and lost together. When Isabella was born, Victoria was like a second mother, calm and caring when Renee was angry or upset. She had struggled with motherhood, making stupid decisions that Victoria would find reckless and immature. They would fight over the stupidest things; both with different ideas of how a child should be raised. Charlie was helpful, but nothing could fight the wrath of two grown women, especially when it came to the welfare of a child.

Victoria had Phillip; a handsome, charming, caring guy who understood her when Renee couldn't. Over time this pulled Victoria and Renee apart, with Bella's welfare at stake, and Charlie unable to reason with his impulsive wife.

Granted, Renee was not a bad mother, she loved her daughter with all her heart, so much so that it hurt her to see Bella smile at Victoria or giggle when she held her, especially when she struggled to get the same reactions herself.

But Renee could never stop loving Victoria, she knew she only meant well. It was just over a year later that Renesmee was born; a small and beautiful bundle of pale chubby limbs, bright green eyes and fiery red hair. It seemed that upon her birth, the balance between Renee and Victoria had been restored. Both were proud supportive mothers of beautiful daughters.

The problems started when Nessie was six, and Bella was seven. It seemed that Renee's free spirited attitude was genetic, as Bella grew into a feisty, difficult child who argued against her mother and caused all kinds of problems. There would be days where Nessie was dragged along to the Swan house, forced to play with Bella as her mother comforted Renee and told her everything would be ok.

However over time things just got worse; with Bella acting up, Victoria had to intervene more as Renee would make excuses to leave the house, with Bella in Victoria's care. Soon it became normal to have Bella staying over most nights as her parents would fight. Sometimes Nessie overheard her parents talking, and the topics varied from neglecting Bella to being a responsible adult.

Then Charlie became a more frequent visitor, taking long naps on the couch, Bella curled into his side. They would stay for tea, and sometimes, Nessie could see Charlie close to tears, excusing himself from the table before dinner was finished.

It soon became clear that the Swan household was falling apart, and although Nessie felt bad for Charlie, who always seemed upset, with Bella it was a different story. She would glare at Nessie across the table, steal her toys and books, and lie to Victoria to get Nessie in trouble. They would fight and shout at each other, like siblings, but Nessie had never wanted Bella to be her sister.

"I think your mum loves me more than you" she would say

"No she doesn't"

"I think she does, I know she does. She told me"

"Liar!"

"Don't get upset, don't be a cry baby, no one will love you if you cry…"

Sometimes Nessie thought that this was true, at least when it came to Bella. One time she was walking up the stairs to her room, all her toys bundled under her arms, balancing precariously on each step, when she heard a noise. Sneaking silently across the hallway, past her parents' room and the guest room, the sound grew louder. It was coming from the bathroom. Nessie pressed her small ear against the door catching the soft sound of crying from the other side. Her parents and Charlie were in the kitchen, so it could only be Bella.

Nessie felt sad, even though she didn't like Bella, she felt bad that she didn't have a loving mother, and that her father wasn't always as happy as hers. Without thinking, Nessie pushed the bathroom door open, to reveal Bella sitting on the edge of the bath, a tissue stuffed against her eyes. At the sound of an intruder she bolted upright and glared at Nessie.

"Get out!" she shouted, her voice shaky from her tears.

Nessie didn't move, instead she dropped her toys on the floor, and picked out of the pile, a soft brown bear with warm chocolate eyes and a friendly smile. She handed him to Bella.

"This is Garret. He always makes me feel better when I'm sad."

Bella seemed shocked; she took the bear from Nessie and held him close.

As Nessie gathered all her things and walked to her room, she heard the bathroom door close, but this time she couldn't hear any crying.

It seemed that for the time being, Nessie and Bella were no longer at war. Charlie was getting better, Bella became less feisty, but it had to be said that nothing changed about Renee. She continued to leave Bella in her Best friends care, ignoring her husband and her daughter altogether. She would drink now, bottles and bottles a day that would leave her unconscious on the kitchen floor.

"I'm just going to see Renee" Victoria would say, taking with her the usual items; bin bag, towels, cleaning products.

This was the ways she dealt with it, cleaning up the bottles and broken glass, cleaning the floor where the drink was spilt, and when Renee would have vomited. Then proceeding to help Renee into the bath where she would recover from the night and be tucked into bed.

Bella was kept away from the house, all her belongings moved into a new flat with Charlie, who regretted to admit that his wife needed help.

Almost a year passed, with Bella having the full knowledge of her mother's whereabouts she had become used to the fact that it was unlikely that her mother would be coming back. Nessie and Bella seemed to have a mutual agreement to be nice to each other. The Swan family would come over for dinner, and when Bella had to stay the night, Nessie would spot her cuddly bear Garret in Bella's' bag.

It seemed that time did heal wounds, as around a year after she was admitted; Renee was released from the institute with almost clean bill of health. She had stopped drinking, was emotionally more stable and became a bigger part of Bella's life again.

But she could never be a better mother; her wild, free spirited side never laid dormant for long, and soon she was talking of whisking Bella off to the other side of the world, to travel across the globe as free as a bird. Naturally this raised concern for both Charlie and Nessie's parents, especially Victoria.

The rain fell in heavy sheets that swept across the black road in waves. It was one of the coldest days in March, with prolonged frost biting the air that clawed its way through the open passenger window.

"Renee please shut the window, it's freezing in here and the girls will get cold."

"stop fussing Vick', they don't mind. A bit of fresh air never did anyone any harm"

"Please. It's freezing."

It was true that the two innocent girls in the back of the car were freezing from the icy wind, but neither uttered a word, they knew never to get in the middle of Renee and Victoria's fights.

They were more frequent these days, each one louder and angrier than the last.

"Just stop it Vick'"

"Rene-"

"I'm fucking fed up with your need to control everything!"

"Renee! The children!"

"Oh don't give me that! You don't give a damn about what they hear, probably telling them lies about me behind my back anyway."

"Where did you get that idea, stop being stupid Renee"

"Stupid? Last time I heard it was raving mad! You're manipulative Vicky. A controlling manipulative woman who thinks she can tell me how to look after my child!"

"Enough!"

"You know it's true! I can't even spend the day with my daughter without you coming to take her away at night!"

Victoria sighed, trying to calm herself down. The rain was getting heavier and the windscreen wipers were lashing to and fro. Bella squeezed Garrets left paw, whilst Nessie held tight to his right.

Renee spun in her seat, leaning round the side of her seat to stare at the two little girls.

"Poor unfortunate souls" she whispered, her brown hair flying in the breeze, making her look demented.

Suddenly, her eyes locked on Garret; his fuzzy fur, black pearly eyes and stitched smile. Nessie felt Bella's grip tighten.

Renee still stared at the bear, and then at Nessie, her deep brown eyes burning and angry, her lips tightening to an angry white line.

"Where did you get that bear? That's not your bear, is it Bella."

"His name is Garret" she whispered "Nessie gave him to me"

Renee gripped the side of the seat tighter, something was bothering her. She shot a glance at Nessie, who shrank back further into her seat.

"You can't have him. Give him back" she spoke low and sharp, the sound making Bella flinch.

"But-"

"I don't want you to have him. Give him back."

Bella looked like she might cry; Nessie wasn't sure what to do. "It's ok Aunt Renee, I said she cou-"

"Shut up Nessie! I don't care what you said!" Screeched Renee, her hands reaching out like claws to grab the bear

"RENEE!" Shouted Victoria, swerving the car as she tried to pull Renee away from the back seat "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? STOP IT!"

"HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TAKE CONTROL OF MY DAUGHTER?" Renee screeched, grabbing Victoria by the shoulders as she tried to shove her back against the window.

"Stop!" Victoria shouted "You're going to get us killed! You're scaring the girls!"

She tried to keep hold of the steering wheel but Renee stopped her by grabbing her throat violently.

Nessie screamed and Bella cried as the car swung out of control onto the other side of the road. The rain was almost deafening, but Nessie could only hear her heart as a flood of yellow light raced towards them, and suddenly everything slowed.

Bella opened her mouth to scream, just as Renee turned to face the oncoming truck, and Victoria, realizing what was happening, looked her daughter dead in the eye as she pushed herself out of her seat and over the two girls, shielding them from the crash.

The scream seemed to last forever, and it rang in Nessie's ears until everything went black.

She was unconscious when they pulled her out of the wreck. Her tiny delicate frame limp in the paramedics arms. He couldn't stop crying silent hot tears that stung his frozen face. He wasn't allowed to move, to get closer, not that he would have been able to.

She was covered in blood. Later he would find out that it wasn't hers, it was her mothers.

Soon after, another child was pulled from the other side, her mahogany hair clinging to her face; she whimpered in the paramedics arms, moaning a name that stirred anger in Phil even to this day.

He was cold now, freezing in the dark, shaking from the fear. The next section of car was stripped back for the paramedics to attend to. He felt himself go ice cold as a man pulled from the dark space a cuddly bear.

His once golden brown fur was soaked with blood that fell in crimson drops onto the damp road.

Phillip felt himself shatter. Falling slowly to the cold wet floor, his cry of pain turned heads as the once strong, handsome man fell into an ugly heap on the floor. He cried, and he cried, relentless sobs that rattled his body as realization set in. it was her blood.

I know this is a really short chapter, but it has important stuff in it that I hope makes up for the lack of length. This is my first time at trying to write something with action/drama so I hope I did it justice, hope you enjoyed this! Constructive criticism is always welcome!