Important A/N: I want to say a huge thank-you to everyone who left reviews on the last chapter, the support you have offered me, the words of encouragement as I'm going through this rough transition in my life, made my wee. To know that I have the support of people I have never met before is the best thing in the world. I never really understood when people say that their fandom is like family until now. So from the bottom of my heart, Thank-you!

Now, with that being said, this chapter is all over the place, the structure is horrible, it's rushed and honestly hard for me to read, but I promised a chapter and I will deliver it. I hope that my next chapter will be up soon and written a lot better, but for now I make no promises. I love my fandom family, thank-you for the support, please try to enjoy this chapter. - Emmy

Disclaimer (cause I guess we're supposed to do this) I never have, never will, own twilight.

EPOV

I don't remember a lot that happened after I tackled Bella, but she was now passed out on her bed. She had cried herself to sleep in my arms on the floor and with the help of Edward we moved her to her bed. I felt my heart clench, looking at her tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. I'm not really sure what happened to make her react this way, but I knew it had something to do with what had happened a week ago.

Bella sighed in her sleep and rolled over onto her other side. She had this pained look on her face, showing her true feelings, and I wanted nothing more then to take that pain away from her.

"Emmett," Mom called softly from the doorway. She herself had tear stained cheeks, looking towards Alice she too looked scared and tear stained. I moved towards them, grabbing Alice into a tight hug first she started crying all over again. Mom joined us hugging the two of us as best she could. The two of them cried together, both feeling the pain and stress that lingered in the air. I looked over Mom's head at dad, who was quietly arguing with Bella's social worker. I knew that look, it was the same look I've gotten since I was 10. He was disappointed.

"I want her out of my house, tomorrow," Dad said to the social worker, his tone final. He walked away from all of us and down the stairs to, I'm guessing, his office. I glared after him, stupid bastard.

Bella's social worker turned to us and then looked to Bella. Sighing and shaking her head she turned and left, mom moved to follow and they disappeared down the stairs. I lifted Alice up bridal style and brought her to her room. She climbed down from my arms when we arrived and tucked herself into bed, not saying a word. I walked over and kissed her forehead. She was child like in so many ways sometimes, and I was sad to see her like this.

Mom took off after dad, a look of pain on her features, after she said goodbye to Bella's social worker. Alice offered to show her out so I closed Bella's bedroom door and made my way to my room. I felt so drained, but at the same time so awake, like I was scared. Scared for Bella. What would happen to her once she left the house, would she be put back in juvie, or maybe a halfway house. I didn't like the sound of either of those ideas. She was a good person, even though I hadn't really gotten to know her she was funny, and easy to pick on, but she didn't just sit and take it, she gave back as good as she got.

The next morning everyone was quiet, Bella wasn't in the kitchen eating with everyone else, I was about to ask where she was when the front doorbell rang, and she came down the stairs with her backpack and a small suitcase.

"Wait, Carlisle was serious?" I asked looking around, Dad came walking in with Bella's social worker. Alice ran over and hugged Bella, who flinched but otherwise didn't react. Edward followed Alice's lead and reached to hug Bella, but paused at the last second, waiting for Bella to give him permission. When she nodded he hugged her but didn't get one in return either. I didn't know if it was okay for me to hug her or not, but I took my chance and moved to hug her when Edward let her go. What surprised me was that she hugged me back.

"Thank-you," She whispered so softly I didn't know if I'd really heard her, but I nodded anyways, and she seemed to hug me tighter. I was crushed, this girl was in so much pain, but was too much of a badass to show anyone, but she seemed to let me in.

Too soon she pulled away from me, picked up her suitcase, and followed her social worker out of the house. Mom tried to hug her, but this time Bella did move away, she wanted nothing to do with my parents, and if I was being honest neither would I if I was in her shoes. To her she was being thrown out of a place she had started to feel safe.

Alice, Edward and I all watched from the front door as Bella put her suitcase in the back of the black car in our driveway before climbing into the front seat. She waved to us as they drove away and then just like that she was gone. I was crushed, and I don't understand how this person I'd met only a few short weeks ago had this effect on me.

BPOV

I watched as the city passed by from the window of the car, not really registering what was happening or where we were going. Danika tried to make conversation with me but I didn't feel like talking, not now, maybe not ever. I wanted nothing more then to just stop time. To relax, like really relax, for just 30 seconds. I feel like I haven't even had time to breath in the last few weeks. But I knew it would come to an end, all good things did after all..

I must have fallen asleep at some point because the next thing I knew Danika was waking me up outside of the group home. Great!

Danika got out of the car first and the door to the group home opened to reveal a short women with blonde hair, she looked to be in her late 50's and she had a smile plastered on her face. Danika met the women halfway to the door and they shook hands, greeting each other with business-only stance. They spoke for a few moments before Danika finally turned back to me, waving me out of the car. I sighed and climbed out.

"Bella, this is Jane Volturi, the leader here, she'll be you teacher, your mentor, counselor, pretty much everything," Danika smiled, she seemed tired, I didn't blame her, I was tired too. I gave a short nod to Jane, who smiled at me. She seemed like a bitch.

The three of us walking into the house, there were four other girls sitting around an older looking tv in what I assumed was the living room. They all turned to look at me when we walked in and I just glare. I knew one of them, she had been in Juvie with me. She gave me a sarcastic smile and wave and I wanted to flip her off, but I knew better.

Jane showed me to my room, which I was one again sharing with one of the other girls. The kitchen was surprisingly really updated for how old the rest of the house was. I was also introduced to the other girls.

Hayley was a 15 year old girl who'd been in the system her who life, she was placed into the group home a month ago. Margo was 17, she'd been here a year and was waiting to age out. Natalie, 16, here for 6 months, and finally Kat, the girl I had been in juvie with, 1 week, waiting to go to court for her final hearing.

Danika left after introductions were made and I was left to fend for myself. I wasn't allowed to be in my room, rule number one, so I sat in a large chair in the living room away from the other girls. They were whispering to each other and I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

"So Isabella," Hayley started. I looked at her. "Kat says you were in juvie together, whatcha do?" she asked with a smile. I smirked.

"I assulted a pedofile," I said. They looked a little creeped out.

"Why the hell were you even near a pedofile?" Natalie asked, confused.

"He was my foster father," I said holding back the vomit that threatened to come up at those words.

"Man, I'm glad I'm not the only person to realize the systems fucked up," Hayley said. I nodded in agreement and turned to look at the tv. They were watching some tv show called The Fosters, it was kind of ironic.