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Chapter Ten

Bella's Point Of View

Naked Truth

The rest of the morning came and went pretty quickly after visiting Alice...

Brady couldn't stop talking about that girl -not that I really minded- and Leah and I finally decided on a room theme. One that Sam would hate (insert maniacal laughter here.) Speaking of Sam, he was definitely getting on my nerves. He just couldn't live with my friendship with Brady or my...kind of friendship with Collin. It drives me insane. So, basically, the morning was fairly uneventful, but psychotic. I couldn't stop thinking about the future, or the past. Yes. It was going to be a long, truthful day.

"Seeya Brady. Bye Lee Lee!" I yell, slamming the door. They smile at me. Well, Leah kind of does. It's more of a smirk, but it's progress! I giggle to myself, and Leah starts driving away.

"Seeya later Sexy! Last night was amazing...and this morning! Thanks Babe!" I blush as Brady screams out the window. Oh God, that sounded wrong. I'm pretty sure he was talking about that chick and all that other shit that happened, but it just sounds like I'm a prostitute. Nice Brady. Niiiice.

A boy walks past me on the sidewalk, smirking. He looks to be sixteen, possibly seventeen. He has a cute, baby face and neatly styled blond hair. Not my type. He winks at me, slaps my ass, and says,

"Come on over baby. There's a place in that woods just for us. I hear your crazy in bed..." He points to Leah's truck. Ah fuck!

This dude, spluttering now, looks confused as I grab his hand in both of mine, and bend it as hard as I can. A soothing -well, soothing to me- cracking sound comes from his wrist. "FUCK! Oh My God!" I roll my eyes, push him, and watch him fall. Heh. Shows him.

"Have a good day boy. Don't ever speak to me again." I walk up the path and to the front door. He's finally running away now and I thank the Lord. God, that was a nightmare.

I open up the door to Sam and Emily's, well, I guess it's now my house too, and inhale the scent of hot chocolate. Which is good, since it's cold outside.

"Hey Emily!" I smile as I walk into the kitchen and slip off my tan, fuzzy uggs that Alice gave, I mean forced, me to take home, the evil pixie. Emily softly smiles back and pats my back. Her eyes gleam with something I would call motherly love...or something like it. I feel my heart swell.

"Hello Bella. Oh! Cute boots!" She feels the edge of them with her hand. I laugh and blush.

"Thanks, Alice gave them to me. Well, gave is the wrong word, she forced me to take them." I laugh and Emily raises her eyebrows. "Alice is obsessed with fashion, Em. Obsessed! I swear to God that girl treated me like Bella Barbie when I was there." I roll my eyes as Emily giggles. I let out a few awkward bursts of laughter and lean against the counter, and then it hits me. There's totally something missing...oh well.

"Just wondering...uh...why was there a boyish scream out there?" I laugh.

"Some douche bag slapped my ass and offered me to..." I wiggle my eyebrows, "have "a romp in the sack," so I broke his hand!" I smile broadly at her while she stares at me in silence, before bursting out in a grin. Emily rocks! If Joshua knew this, he would have...I flinch and shake the thought form my brain. No Bella.

I sigh and yawn. I should really start getting to sleep earlier...Something in my brain clicks and I look around.

"Where is the rest of the pack?" I'm so used to them being here, it's strange to have an empty kitchen. Emily, understanding what I mean, narrows her eyes and smirks. I blush under the power of her stare.

"They do have lives, believe it or not." I giggle. She turns away, and picks up the coffee pot filled with hot chocolate. "Well anyway, want some hot chocolate?" I nod excitedly. Rolling her eyes, she pours the steaming substance into a coffee mug as my mouth waters. Yummy!I love hot chocolate more than life itself when it's cold out. I remember when Joshua made me some once. Well, actually, it was for one of his "lady friends," Veronica…That bitch. Anyway, I stole it, and I have to admit, my dad can make some damn good hot chocolate!

Emily sets the glass in front of me and I take a scathing hot sip. I moan.

"Mmm...Delicious. You make some pretty good hot coco Em..." I sigh into the mug. Emily rolls her eyes with more attitude than needed. We giggle as Sam walks in, shirtless as always, and smiling.

"I'm home!" He announces, Swooping Emily up in his arms and kissing her scars. I cough, interrupting their intimate moment. Sam blushes and steps away from her awkwardly as he gives me an apologetic smile, and I snort.

"Ah, calm down Sam. Dad is way worse with PDA..." I shiver. "Ew." Sam laughs nervously and nods his head. "Seriously, come on Sam...Let's go into the living room...I'll explain everything-"

"Including the broken handed boy running away from our house?" He bites his lip to keep from laughing and I nod my head slowly.

"Yes. Even that."

Half an hour later, Emily was down shopping with Leah's mother Sue, and Sam and I sat outside on the front porch swing. It was awkward and silent as we swayed back and forth.

"So… you were finally going to tell me why I had to come and take you in? Not that I minded or anything…" His words quiver slightly, and I take a deep breath,calming myself.

"Yeah…" I launch into the whole story, starting with the little bit I remembered about mom. I hesitate a few times, especially when it comes to reliving the many different beatings, but Sam, being the kind and caring brother he is, squeezes my hand and gives me an encouraging smile, so I sputter out the words I need to say. I finish off with the beating that caused my scar, and hesitatingly look up at his face. I'm not even done telling the story yet. He knows it, because, though he looks like he has millions of questinos, he says nothing. I look back down and fumble with my hands.

"He...I thought that I only had one scar al this time. B-but...when I took off my bandages...I realized. There were four. I looked then closely, and If you see this one-" I point to the perfecty straight one on the far right. "compared to this one-" I point to the one next to it. "You can tell that one is from the dresser's corner. The straight one...and these three..." I swallow the lump in my throat. "...are from a wolf's claw...He did that to me. Scarred me even worse then I should have." I look back up, and Sam has tears in his eyes. He wraps his warm arms around me, and lets out a shaky breath.

"Did I ever tell you how Emily got her scars?" He asks, and I shake my head no. I had never felt the need to ask. It seemed too personal. Sam leans away from me, and rubshis face anxiously.

"Well, werewolves have really bad anger problems. When we first start 'turning,' the littlest things can get us angry and force us to change..." His words shake as he tells me the story. About how he had lost control because Emily was worrying and rabling about Leah. Leah...well, she was Sam's girlfriend, before Sam imprinted on Emily. Well anyway, Sam lost control and scarred Emily when he launched at her in wolf form. It tortures him. I can tell, because he just has these eyes that are like open books. They tell you a story. WE talk more, about all different stuff, and that blond haired boy- who's hand I broke- comes up.

"Uh yeah...he wanted to..." like with Emily, I wiggle my eyebrows. "...have 'a romp in the sack.' So I broke his wrist slash hand. Don't know which." Sam looks at me sternly for a moment, then bursts out laughing. I giggle along with him. I never knew itcould be like this. Being loved by someone else. It's funny how stuff like this works. Something good came from Joshua. It's weird. but In a good way.

"Ahh.." Sam wipes the tears from his eyes, and so do I. "Bella..on a more serious note...we have to talk about this whole thing with Collin...okay?" I nod, wishing we were laughing again instead of doing this- talking seriously. "I don't know what you two are thinking- but stop. You two are too far apart in age right now. I mean, you'll always be that much apart, but you're so young, and he's so...teenager-ish and...not as young. Plus, what will people think when they find out? You are twelve Bella. twelve. You guys have time!" He's shaking. "I mean, he kissed you and you've known him for what? three days?"

"I feel like I've known him my entire life Sam." I interupt him. His shaking turns into a slight quiver. "I mean...I konw it is a bit soon, but you know? It's like impossible to stay away Sam. I don't just feel friendship toward him." I blush deeply, and Sam takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes.

"Okay. All I want for you two is that you would please, please refrain from kissing infront of me. Forehead and cheeks are acceptable...not on the lips. Thanks."I laugh, and Sam does too. I wrap my arms around his torso and smile into his chest.

"Thanks Sam. for...everything. For adopting me. For aking care of me. Explaining everything...and for just." Tears fill my eyes. "Just Saving me!" I let one soft sob escape me. "I-i-I would have never been who I am right now if it weren't for you or Emily. I wouldn't have met Collin, Leah, or any of the others...I wouldn't have found Brady and Kimmy again!" I am now just sobbing into his shirt. He pats my back softly. "I love you Sam. You are the best big brother a girl could ever ask for!"

"Love you too Kiddo." He hugs me tight. "You have changed this family completely-"

The sound of a car coming up the driveway interrupts his speaking and we watch as Emily gets out and comes up to us, jogging, a surprised look gracing her face.

"Hey guys, you won't believe what happened while I was out!"

"What?" We both ask, confused, and wiping tears away from our eyes. Emily doesn't seem to notice, but instead sits in between us on the swing.

"I got a call from your mom."

"WHAT?" If Sam's face was anything to go by, he was just as shocked as I was.

"Yeah, apparently she was looking for you both, and found out from this agency, that she lived with the Cullens! Who lead her to Nessie, then to me! Come to find out, she was looking for you guys this whole itme! We must ust be impossible to find-" Emily babbles on and I zone out. What? My mom..she was looking for me? The mom who left her duaghter with an abusive drug hound? Wht the fuck? Shaking my head, I zone back in on Emily's conversation. "-that we adopted her, and she wants to meet yo guys!"

Sam and I are both too shocked to speak. We look back and forth between each other, and I cough awkwardly, and painfully. Ouch...

"I told her I would have to get home and talk to you to see..."Emily peeps. Sam managed to get out of the shock enough to process what Em just said., and turns to me with a question.

"Bells, do you wanna meet mom or would you rather just.." He doesn't finish his sentence, but I know what he was about to say. 'Or just ignore her?'

I didn't know what to say. I didn't even know she was alive, and now all of a sudden she wants to meet me? I felt anger about her forgetting me for most of my life, but I also really wanted to meet the person who gave birth to me. Maybe, she would be nicer than Joshua ever was.

"You don't have to make your decision now-"

"I want to." I interrupted. I really do. I want to tell this bitch off for doing all this to me. Putting me through a hell I didn't even choose. She just..threw me away like a torn, snot infested kleenex, like her own used castoffs. I can't believe I once believed she was...good.

"Are you sure? Because, we don't have to if you don't want to." Sam's words are shaky and unsure. He isn't even sure himself. I realize.

"Do you want to Sam?" He furrows his eyebrows and shrugs.

"I do..but only if you would want to Bells." I nod slowly.

"Yeah, I do."

"Okay, Em, could you give me her number so I can call her back?"

They both go inside and leave me on the front porch alone, probably to give me time to think. About half an hour passes before Sam comes back outside and tells me that Mom will be meeting us here for lunch tomorrow. We go back inside and have the first silent meal I can remember having since I moved in. I then head straight to bed, not feeling like talking anymore while they start whispering to each other.

I can barely get to sleep as a knot of dread is tied in my stomach. Why? Why would she want to see me and Sam? I am finally getting away from- I flinch- Joshua, and now I get my mother back. Why, I don't even know her name! Yet...she wants to meet me. Maybe I'm just missing something.

Then, I began thinking about what kind of person she is now. Does she have a boyfriend? Another child? I sigh. Probably not. Two children was probably enough for her. The more my mind began to wonder, the more the picture I had of my mother changed. From a messy haired woman, makeup piled on her face, and aa scratchy, cahin smoker voice, to a clean looking woman, with a kind smile and sweet eyes. I shook my head. That picture isn't right though. I have a feeling I'm going to be very dissapointed when I meet her.

I go to sleep to the sounds of Sam and Emily, talking down stairs to each other, and, thinking about my mother, I dream about what it was like before I lived with my father...

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I wake up to Emily, shaking me.

"Up Bella. You've got a big day ahead of you..." She murmurs. i groan and turn over. Emily giggles above me. "Your mom is coming over at twelve Bella. It's almost ten now. You have two hours to get ready."At that, my eyes shoot open. Yesterdy really hapened? Emily begins to walk out of the room, seeing I'm awake, then turns around quickly. "Oatmeal for breakfast. What do you want for lunch?" I furrow my eyebrows, still half asleep and thinking.

At breakfast I can barely eat because I'm so nervous. The pack is around me, laughing, not knowing that in mere hours, my mother would be here. Brady looked like he knew something was up, but said nothing as he laughed at Embry's lame jokes.

Eventually, the afternoon is here, and me and Sam find ourselves waiting in the living room- still with the pack. They're all laughing and smiling while Sam and I are tense. Collin sits next to me, and plays with my hair. I blush. He curls my hair around his finger.

"Have I told you how pretty you are? How beautiful and gorgeous you are?" He smiles and I blush at the compliment and looked down.

"No. You shouldn't, 'cause it's not true." I look away, and Collin's hand finds my chin and pulls my eyes back to his. His ebony pools are sad, and I feel myself becoming saddened too.

"You just don't see yourself clearly, do you?"

"Apparenty not." I say. And I'm serious. It seems like everyday, people are telling me more and more things about myself I didn't even know. I sigh, and lean into Collin's chest, sighing. He begins playing with my hair again. His fingers are gentle as the weave through my straight, brown locks. I hum contently, and close my eyes. Right as I do, the doorbell rings. I jump up to get it, and Sam comes too. My hand shakes as I open the door. A woman stands in front of me.

I feel myself reacing toward her, facinated. My hand reaches her shoulder, and I cock my head to the side. This can't be real can it? As I stare into her wide, dark brown eyes, and watch her long red brown hair swish around her face, I realize...it is real. This is the real thing.

"Isabella...dear, do you know who I am?" Her voice is soft and sweet. I nod.

"I think I do..." My words are unsure. "You're..." I don't finish, but it seems like she knows what I'm going to say. She opens here mouth, going to finish my sentence for me.

"I'm your mother."

Oh My! I am sorry! I updated like...two days late...I know! But I couldn't update on Sunday cause it wouldn't save and stuff, and everythign got all confusing! My mom ended up saving it after I went to be though and stuff, so yay!

OHMEHGOSHZ. Thanks to J.L., who, without her help, this chapter wouldn't have been finished! She helped me out form the words.."So...you were going to [...]" to the end. Yeah. She wrote a ton, then I went through it and edited. She is amazing! :D

NEXT: Bella, Sam, and their mother talk. Is there another family secret swimming around them? Find out in chapter eleven!

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