Life is a joy

Disclaimer – sadly I do not own Twilight or its characters . . . oh a girl can wish

All Human.

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I made a promise to myself right then. I promised that I would never let Bella get hurt again, she would never be hurt by that thing because I would be there to protect her, she would never be hurt by falling because I would be there to catch her, she would never be hurt by me because I couldn't hurt her.

I'm not sure how long I was sat in the kitchen just think about how my life had changed since I met Bella. The front door burst open and a loud and confusing babble of noise started to fill the house.

I walked slowly to the living room. How many questions are they going to ask me? I hope they don't ask about how she has my top on . . . Emmett would never let me live that down.

They entered the living room. It was a strange sight. Alice and Rose barged into the room a started to demand every detail about what was happening with Bella whilst Emmett and Jasper kept looking at their hands with regret . . . OH I left them with the thing.

I put my hands in the air telling Alice and Rose to stop talking. They both glared at me, I stumbled back a bit from their powerful look. (YIKES! Scary girls!)

"She's in my room and dad said that she should be awake in a few hours but he also said she looks like she needs more sleep then normal so she could be sleeping for the rest of the day. He stitched up her stomach and . . . stapled her head." I finished, flinching when it came to the staples.

Rose and Alice ran upstairs the second I finished. Emmett just looked disgusted and Jasper was trying not to gag.

"Staples? In her head?" Emmett asked reluctantly. I just nodded.

"What did you do when we left?" I asked. My tone as reluctant as Emmett's.

"Well I pretended to text you to ask about Bella, but really I filmed the conversation we had with him. He started to brag about all the things he's done to Bella, started to say how she got what was coming to her. I'm not a violent person but I swear I almost ripped his head off. Emmett was holding both Rosalie and Alice back." Jasper said as he started to clench his hands. Emmett nodded his head.

"All the things he's done to Bella. What has he done to her?" my voice calm old cold and dead. I do not want to hear the answer to this!

Jasper started to pace around the room and Emmett started to crack his jaw . . . that's not good!

I could feel nervousness, anger, hate, worry and some more emotions I didn't understand take control of my body. I felt my self tense.

"What has he done to her?" I demanded this time.

"He . . . isn't it best for Bella to tell you?" Emmett asked desperately. I was becoming so confused I actually growled. (So manly)

"Emmett just fucking tell me!"

Emmett looked at Jasper. They seemed to be having a silent conversation. I closed my eyes and counted to 10 in my head. I opened my eyes to see them just turning to look at me again.

"He slept with her mom."

I knew that already, Bella had walked in on them when she was living with her mom. It was the first thing she told me about that thing. She told me a lot about how he treated her; I think that's why it hurt so much when she left with him.

"He hit her for not showing respect. Bella told Alice and Rose she got the largest stab wound because they had an argument about him making out with people in front of her . . . that's not what happened." Emmett sighed. He looked above my head. His eyes glazed over with emotion.

"He did it because she wouldn't sleep with Mike." Jasper finished. I felt my self jump forward.

WHAT THE FUCK? He stabbed her because she wouldn't sleep with Mike? Mike his main follower . . . he wanted her to sleep with him?

"WHAT?" I screamed. That's sick and disgusting. He was going to make my Bella sleep with Mike. If anyone was going to sleep with Bella, it would be me. (Why are you such a pervert?)

"He would sell her, to people like Mike and his followers. He sold her to Mike for three nights about a week ago. It wasn't just him who would hit her. She wasn't scared of the others. The others couldn't hurt us, but she believed that he could hurt us. That's why she was or is scared of him." Jasper spoke calmly. It was easy to hear the anger in his voice. He tried to hide it in his voice and his eyes.

How. Dare. He! Who did he think he is? What does he think he is? What does he think my Bella is?

"Before you go to murder them, try to remember that they could be lying. We have to ask Bella about it to find out. But we rang her dad; he's out of hospital now. He came and arrested the thing for assault and I sent him the video and we had to stop him from assaulting the thing." Emmett concluded. His voice had a slight hint of amusement.

We fell into a silence. It lasted a long time, it was comfortable. We were all busy thinking and we all needed the time to think. We were all probably thinking the same thing at one point; how to kill the thing and his followers.

I noticed that it had got dark outside. The house seemed to be surrounded by a large dark purple bubble. Outside looked like it belonged in a fairytale, not the nightmare that we were all living in.

My dad slowly walked into the room. He looked a little startled but more or less happy. He sat down on the sofa next to Jasper and he let out a relaxed sigh. He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He seemed to be preparing him self for something.

Is something wrong with Bella?

"Bella is on her way down. She's fine." He finally said. Thank God! Emmett and Jasper got a huge smile on their faces. I'm sure I had the same smile on mine.

"Dad, what's up?" Emmett asked after he watched our dad for a few seconds. He was right our dad did seem . . . off.

"She didn't even go into shock. She just hugged me and thanked me, and then she started to talk about films with the girls. I'm worried, she should be going into shock." He confessed. Jasper was about to say something when the girls entered the living room. My mom was leading the way. She had the same look on her face as my dad.

Rose and Alice were smiling happily but seemed to be tense. Bella was still in my shirt and looked a little groggy. You could tell she was nervous.

"Bella. Why are you in Edward's shirt?" Emmett asked as soon as they all sat down. Of course it would be Emmett. Bella blushed a little. She didn't answer so I did for her.

"Her top was covered in blood and it's in the wash. She needed a shirt and Alice's are too small and yours are too large so it had to be one of mine." I explained. My tone making it clear that he shouldn't make a joke about it.

"Right." Was his answer. I was a little shocked; I was expecting some sort of joke at either mine or Bella's expense.

"So . . ." Bella said quietly after a few minutes of extremely un-comfortable silence.

No-one knew what to say – NO no-one knew were to start. The silence was deafening it boomed and shrieked in my eyes. The room felt tense and uneasy. My heart was pounding against my chest . . . something was about to happen. Something big!

A shrill phone started to ring. Everyone started to look for the source of the noise. We all got our phones out. It wasn't anyone from my family. Jasper and Rosalie put their phones away. That only left Bella's phone.

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Bella's POV

I'm sure I should be in shock right now, but I'm not. I have too much on my mind to go into shock . . . and it's not like this hasn't happened before. I was lucky last time I dragged my self to the hospital Carlisle wasn't on duty.

Do I have my family back? Do they all hate me? Do Esme and Carlisle hate me? Are they mad at me for getting blood in their house? What happened to Harry? What's wrong with my dad?

The silence was painful. I know they all want answers. As soon as they get them their going to want to chuck me out . . . it's amazing how much one person can screw up your whole life.

Should I tell them the whole truth? Leaving out no details like I did when I talked to Rose and Alice. I'm sure that I have my sisters back . . . they missed me almost as much as I missed them. Could I live with just my sisters? Could they even be my sisters when my brothers hate me . . . when the person I love hates me?

A horrible shrill ringing noise burst the excruciating silence. Everyone in the room got out their phone. I got mine out slowly – knowing it was mine. They all put their phones away and turned to face me.

I looked at the screen, it was an un-known number. I pressed the answer button and lifted it slowly to my ear. I could feel all their eyes on me.

"Hello?" I asked a little shakily.

"When I get my hand on you, you're going to get it! They can't always save you . . . I'm going to make you pay you ungrateful little slag!" Harry screamed into the phone.

I should have been scared. I'm not going to lie I wanted to scream and run away but not because he scared me. He's never scared me; I was scared of what he could do to my family . . . not to me.

He just bored me. He says something like that at least twice a week.

"That's nice." I said. The sarcasm in my voice must have pushed him too far before he started to scream into the phone. A deep, bone chilling scream. I held the phone away from my ear. I just looked at it. The scream started to die down and I put the phone to my ear again.

"That was very mature Harry." I told him. He was silent for a few minutes. I waited for his next treat to come. He still didn't say anything . . . I was starting to get nervous. My heart beat started to become uneven.

"You win." He finally said. He sounded like he was confessing something. I win? What am I winning at?

"Pardon?" I asked, my voice sounded as confused as I felt.

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