Sorry about the long wait guys, my big brother just passed away on Easter Sunday and things are a little rough for me right now.

Esme's POV

Bella was sitting in the living room on floor. She had her knees pulled up to her chest, Salt between her knees and chest, and arms wrapped around her legs. She stared ahead blankly.

It's been almost a month since the incident. Since then she didn't speak to anyone, she didn't do anything but what she was doing now unless directly told to. She didn't even look anyone in the face. Her body was always tense and she wouldn't let anyone touch her.

I smelled Edward before I saw him. I heard the kids run out the front door before he got in. I stayed leaning against the doorway to the living room watching Bella. Soon the whispered arguements turned into screaming and Bella heard. Her tiny hands moved up to her ears and covered them. The smell of tears filled the air.

Edward's POV

I could smell Bella's tears from the front of the house. I ran passed my angry siblings and into the living room.

Bella was sitting on the floor rocking back and forth, covering her ears, and crying.

"Bella" I called in surprise.

Her body tensed up at the sound of my voice but she didn't respond. I frowned and walked towards her tiny frame. She looked more fragile than usual. She didn't look up at me, even as I kneeled down in front of her. I reached out to touch her.

Edward dont Esme's mental voice called.

But it was too late. I pulled her up to my chest and stood up. She automatically fought against me and her tears started flowing faster.

"Bella" I whispered soothingly.

She started whimpering and when I didn't let her go she let out a wail. The sound ricocheted off the walls and probably would have burst my eardrums if I was human. The sound was of true pain and terror. I put her down in shock. She picked up a white teddy bear and darted from the room and up to hers, falling twice in the process.

Hurt filled me.

"Edward" Esme's voice said quietly and soothingly. "I'm glad you're home."

"What's wrong with her?"

"Carlisle thinks it's PTSD" Esme sighed sitting on the couch. "From everything that she's been through and then the situation from last month"

"What exactly has she been through?" I asked uncertain if I wanted to know.

Esme was quiet and blocking her thoughts. The rest of the 'kids' ran in and repeated the question.

"Nothing" She lied.

"We should tell hem" Carlisle said walking in. "It would be good for them to know, it'll help them understand.

"She was, obviously, abused" Esme started. "James and Victoria were her foster parents since she was 3"

"What happened to her parents?" Rosalie asked.

"They just, left her. After a few days of her not coming to daycare there was an investigation and she was found practically dying in the house"

"What kind of person leaves a child to die?" Rose demanded.

"But she went to James and Victoria. They made her work, like do all the house cleaning and even made her learn to cook by 5. They abused her physically and mentally, had her put on meds she didn't need." Carlisle continued.

I was filled with fury at these horrible people. Who would do that to such a small, sweet, and innocent child?

Someone who doesn't deserve to live, I answered myself.

"What aren't you saying?" Jasper asked watching Carlisle and Esme.

I gave them my attention as did everyone else.

"Well, we don't know because Bella won't talk about it, but the child psychologist that examined her before she went to Renee said" Esme stopped with frozen tears in her eyes.

"What" I demanded.

"He thinks Bella was sexually abused too" Esme whispered.

"What" I shouted so loud that Bella whimpered.

"No" Rosalie said.

"She's so little though" Emmett said with a confused and heartbroken look on his face.

Alice ran out and Jasper followed.

I turned and threw the first thing in my reach. The TV. It flew through the glass wall and shattered outside a few feet away. I couldn't believe what they said. I wouldn't believe my angel had been so hurt. I ran up to her room with a purpose.