A./N. Hey readers! Sorry I haven't updated in a long time! 8th grade is hectic…my English teacher decided to teach us editorials and they're HARD! Not to mention I had to memorize all 27 amendments of the U.S. Constitution for my history teacher . Anyways, all of you whom have been waiting for me to update, thank Maestro4EvarMore. Actually I thank him/her too for encouraging me to stop being lazy and update.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Beauty and the Beast…obviously.

Bella's POV

I looked at Edward in shock. His father abandoned him when his mother died? Talk about a hard life. My mother never chose to leave me, but his father didn't even seem to give it a second thought.

Then, without even realizing that I was speaking I said to him, "You shouldn't have to be used to not having a father."

He just smiled a sad smile at me and explained, "Not everyone's life is the same… besides, I have Carlisle now. He's like the caring father that I never had. My biological father hated me from the moment I was born because I wasn't a girl."

This confused me. So his father hated him because he wasn't a girl? Usually fathers would be thrilled to have a boy! My thoughts were interrupted by him continuing his explanation.

"My mother was from England and my father from here in France. When they met they automatically fell in love and decided to get married. A few months later, my mother fell pregnant with me. Now my father wanted me to have a traditional French name and my mother and English name. So, they agreed that if I were a girl, then my name would be chosen by my father, if I were a boy, then my mother would choose," he looked at me with apologetic eyes and said, "Sorry if I'm boring you with my life story."

My eyes widen, "No you're not bothering me at all, please continue."

Edward smiled and continued once more, "Anyways, I remember asking my mother when I was about six years old, "Why does Daddy hate me?" She explained that he had vowed since they day that they had had the conversation about my name that he would hate me if I were a boy. When she died it made everything worse. He didn't even think twice about sending me here."

When he finished, we sat in silence. "I can't believe how stupid your father was for hating you just because you weren't a girl with a French name! No offense but that's just wrong," I screamed.

"I have to say," Esme's voice said behind me, "I agree with Bella. You never did tell me what exactly happened…hmmm…" she trailed off in thought.

"Yeah, I always hated my father for it…I guess that makes us even…but your mother didn't want to leave you. Anyways, I'm going to go eat some more and leave you two to talk," he stopped rambling and started to leave, but not before I said – "Thank you…for telling me your story too."

He nodded, smiled slightly, and left.

Edward's POV

As I left the room, I thought about what I had just revealed. My longest kept secret…

Never, not even when Esme and I became close, have I told anybody what exactly happened during my childhood with my father. So how is it that just after a day, I've told Bella things that I never would have thought that I would tell anyone? Was it just because she was a trusting person – so kind and forgiving and compassionate? And how had I noticed all of that about her so soon?

But it was true. She is kind and forgiving and compassionate…and caring and beautiful, especially her eyes-

What am I thinking? She's a stranger! Well, more of a friend now….but I still have only known her for a day! I have to get rid of these thoughts before I convince myself it's alright to think about her that way.

"Eddie!"

Oh yes…that horrible, high-pitched, nasally voice was distracting.

"Yes Tanya?" I asked somewhat relieved yet also annoyed that she had to be the one to distract me.

"Is that little girl okay?" she asked sarcastically.

"I'm sorry but she is not a little girl, but yes she is okay now. By the way, I would appreciate it if you would speak about her with more respect – that is not a request," I demanded gruffly.

"Uh huh, sure….well bye bye!" she said as she winked and skipped away in her too-revealing dress.

That's one of the problems about Tanya that I probably didn't mention before: she dresses inappropriately and will sleep with anything that has two legs…including me.

I may be French but I have my morals. (A./N. OMC This whole "because your French means this or that" is sooo stereotypical…I'm not French but still…and no offense to the peoples from France by me putting this stereotype thing in here!)

A./N. Well…I didn't expect it to end here but it did…I'm so unpredictable *sigh*. Sorry it's short But where there's short chapters, there's a lot of chapter xD. Review!