Okay so this chapter is longer for you guys, srry again for the last rrly two short ones, im trying to make it up with this one. Anyway, hope you enjoy it!

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"Jeff? Look, we have an audience now." The same evil voice called out.

I shuddered from the smell that entered my nose. It smelt like gasoline and something rotting. I started choking, and mom was giving me looks. There was no way I could control not to gag. It was so bad.

"Good. Hey little girl. Your ready, for your mommy to die?" A man with a angular face, and a swollen eye asked me.

I kept quiet, from the glare my mom gave me. She immediately turned from the mom that I loved, to the one that most would despise. What was I doing to her to make her mad at me?

Vomit entered my mouth, and I swallowed it back. My eye's started to roll behind my head, but I had to stay strong. Again, I swallowed my vomit, and did my best to focus my eyes on the situation.

"Mom, I love you." I said. I knew something was going to happen to her, I knew she was going to die. and when she did, no matter how she did, I wanted her to know that I loved her. She was my mom, maybe not the best out there, but she's my mom no matter what.

A hand slap across my face, and a bit of blood trickled from my lip. I licked it away. I was pretending it hurt. Being with master, I've gotten worse, with the pain.

I whimpered hoping they would fall for it.

"Oh, poor poor baby." The swollen eye guy mocked. He took the cigarette that was hanging halfway from his mouth, grabbed my moms palm, and butted it out on her skin. My mom cried.

I swallowed feeling worthless. I did my best to get out of the grip, but I wasn't even let go an inche. I hissed, blood spraying out of my teeth. I would play along, as much as they wanted to. Making me seem worthless. I was going to get them.

At least I knew, I had to do something so I could save myself. Mom wouldn't be saved, that was evident. The man that had the grip on me led me to a wooden chair, and slammed me down on it. It stung, as the man tied my wrists with ropes.

"Your about to watch the best show in your life." Swollen dude chuckled. I then figured out that he was Jeff. I nodded, not wanting to disagree with the men at the moment.

"Oh, Bill. I like this one...very cooperative. Good choice." Jeff chuckled. He turned to my mom, who was naked by now. I noticed her bruises that spread across her body. I cocked my head, wondering were those came from. I didn't comment though, not like I had a choice since Bill taped my mouth.

Even though it caused me pain to admit this, my mom was a bad person. Done some very bad things. I wasn't sure what the exact things she did, but they weren't good. Now, that didn't mean that I thought that she deserved this rape, and bad beatings, but do bad things, and they will find there ways to haunt you later in life.

My sight became blurry, as the tears flowed. My mom was crying, screaming actually. Blood and grunts were everywhere in the air. There were marks, swelling, and soon her cries were gone.

Everything was silent. No more sounds of the whacking, no more sounds of pleas, just silent. My mom was dead no doubt. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to see exactly was going on.

Jeff looked at me suddenly, realizing I was still there. He was naked, just like Bill. Jeff started laughing like this was the most funniest thing out there.

"Bill, I cant believe I forgot. I guess I was caught up in the moment." He chuckled. He got off of mom, and there was a red lump on the sheets. I didn't even recognize this person. The face looked distorted, they bit her so hard on the cheek that they put a hole through her skin. Her eye's were too puffed up and swollen for the eyes to look open.

Her once white skin, was red. Just red, and black. Jesus, I thought. It didn't take that long for them to ruin one of the best young looking women out there, to make them look like shit. Everything about her body just looked disgusting.

A gag reflex happened so fast that I couldn't stop it. The vomit spewed from the tape that was over my mouth. They laughed and Jeff walked over to the counter that was beside me. He grabbed what looked like a butcher knife, and Bill bursted into laughter.

"Jeff, don't you think thats going just a little bit too far?" He asked humor still in his voice. Jeff, smiled evil y.

"Even when we think it's too far, theres more ways that are discovered into going to far." Jeff said, and to me he wasn't making any sense.I watched as he knelt beside the bloody and lifeless body.

Jeff grabbed my mom's left arm, and at the shoulder blade he put the knife to it. My eyes widened, no not even them could be that sick? Jeff raised the butcher knife, then swung it back down to the shoulder.

Slice.

He got through most of the skin, but it didn't go through the bone. He grunted dissatisfied, and started just hacking it into her. I closed my eyes. At least they we're doing this when she couldn't feel anymore. I sighed mentally, like that helped.

My eyes were forced back open by Bill.

"We're doing this for you." He whispered. The arm was now, laying on top of my feet.

You could see where it got hacked off, and the flesh that was torn. The meat was showing, and the bones had indents on them. The fingers on the hand, were twisted in the wrong directions, and the thing that caught my eye, was her wedding ring.

"Happy birthday." Bill breathed in my ear, sending the chills down my back.

I gasped bolting upright in bed. I was panting heavily, and beads of sweat was pouring off my forehead. I swallowed a couple of times, actually tasting vomit. The foul smell was still in my nose. Shit, it felt so real. I sighed getting up from the bed and headed to the bathroom.

I squinted my eyes from the light, turning the water faucet on. I splashed the warm water on my face. It relaxed me immediately like it always did. It was a trick that I learned when I was younger. After I washed my face, I headed back out, ready to get some more sleep, when I passed the couch.

The documents were still there, sprawled across the cushions. I never did get to really look at them. Curiosity got the best of me, and I went for it. I bunched them all up, then straightened them out. Once I was done with that, I went into my bedroom and sat on my bed.

Relaxing back, I went through what was there. The first was my birth certificate, that really didn't matter to me, so I went to the next one. It was a picture, really small. It was me, probably when I was five or six. I was sitting on front steps of were I used to live with my mom.

The next few things were just receipts. Normal ones, like the ones that you got from after you purchased some grocery items. I ignored those, and kept going through. A couple more pictures, all of them me. I then saw my moms birth certificate. I glanced at it, then sat it down next to the stack of the rest of it.

The next piece of paper was obviously old, it was wrinkled up and looked like it was folded, and un folded many times. It was at the moment folded into squares, so I undid it, and flattened it out across my lap. There was writing on it, like a note written in black ink. I was going to read it, obviously.

I learned a while ago, that I read better out loud. So that's what I did, but I kept it in a whisper so I wouldn't wake up Master.

"Time is running out, and I need to get this out in the open. I'm doing some bad deeds, and I'm worrying for my daughters saftey. Isabella Swan. She's ten right now.

I'm sure you have met her, since she's lived in your hospital.

I have a feeling that, I'm not going to live much longer, like I said in the beginning. There are two guys that I'm currently working for, Bill Martins, and Jeff Keinds.

Jeff is very well known for his work, ask around and trust me, people could tell you his life story. Bill is just an assistant to Jeff's buisness. If I told too much information in this letter, I'm afraid of what might happen, so I'll leave those two people at that.

In all this chaos, I've done some serious thinking of where I stand in it. Isabella my only baby, doesn't know, but hopefully someday you can give her the whole story when she's old enough.

I trust your judgment, so I'm sure you would know better than I.

I'm sure this is more than you want from me, but below is the number to all my treasures thats in a chest under the grand wall, in 70th st. You know the place, that has the opening draw bridge. Anyway, when my Isabella is old enough, please give her whats in it to her.

It's not much, but Isabella does appreciate the small things in life.

The code number is, 78-23-0032

Please, is all I ask that you consider some of the things in this letter.

After the death of my husband, Charlie, your the only that I know that I can truly trust. And yes it is true that Bill and Jeff killed him. But in the end we all accepted that it was for the best...I don't know though, if it really was. Tell Isabella, any story she likes to twist that one around.

When my time does come, I hope that you will take care of Isabella. Where she'll be, I have no clue. She's strong, a fighter to say the most, she'll pull through it.

When you do find her, most likely at the police station, please take her into your custody. I know you'll take care of her.

Thank you, Carlisle.

With all my love, Renee.

My mouth stopped moving after the last line. The dizziness came back, and I almost came close to vomiting. All my life Master never once wanted to show me this?

The thing that I didn't understand was how my mom, knew Carlisle. And why would she of written him a letter, saying that I go into his care after her death?

My heart was beating erratically, in a very bad way.

This guy Carlisle that I was suppose to kill, knew my mom. Very well, I guessed. I had no clue what to do, or how I felt at all at the moment. The emotions I was having, I could create a list with it.

Confused, angry, upset, distorted, mortified, they continued on and on. My breathing was ragged and I kept rubbing the back of my neck, and I knew I was in deep shit, when I did it. Rubbing the back of my neck was never a good sign, not to me, not to anyone.

I thought about everything. Jeff and Bill killed my dad. They killed my mom, and she worked for them. I was with Master that taught me how to fight and be strong. He wanted me to kill a guy named Carlisle. My mom knew Carlisle, Carlisle knew mom and Master.

Irrational tears escaped my eyes. Master was leaving my fighting life, my mom was dead along with the rest of my family, Master wanted me to kill and deceive people. I was naturally confused. This was all too much. I felt hurt and betrayed. I wasn't understanding at all.

All I wanted was the truth.

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So how did you guys like it? Yeah, a lot more things are being exposed in Bella's life now.

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