A/N I posted the wrong document by accident earlier. Here's the correct chapter.

Chapter 10: Memories

Nessie's POV

"I'm so sorry mom," I cried.

"Sorry? What do you have to be sorry for?"

"I'm sorry that I forgot you. I'm sorry that I forgot you and dad and everyone else"

"Oh baby," she sobbed tearlessly. "That's not something that you should be sorry. Whatever happened whatever it was that caused you to forget, well, that wasn't your fault. That's not something you should ever blame yourself for,"

I didn't know what to say. One thing was certain though. I had a family that truly did love me. I didn't need to feel alone anymore. I had a wonderful loving family. One that I had been ripped away from only to be sold and used like a commodity. Why? If I would have grown up with these family I was born into I would've known parental love. I would have known what it was like to grow up in a family that loved me for me not for what I could do.

"I can't believe that you remember. I'm so happy that you remember,"

I smiled. That simple movement of facial muscle hurt. "I guess all it took was one good whack to the head. Wait a minute. Where's Bruno? Where is my dog? Is he okay?" I couldn't keep the panic out of my voice.

"Nessie relax. It's okay,"

"I need to see him," my panic had not dissipated at all.

"Nessie he's not here. He's at the veterinary animal hospital. He had to undergo major surgery to repair some damage to his ribs and a lung puncture but the doctors are confirmed he will make a full recovery. What you need to be worried about is you,"

I breathed a bit easier. If anything had happened to him I didn't know what I'd do. "How did you know about the accident?"

"Alice told us," she said.

"Alice? Oh right she can see the future, right?"

"You remember," she said.

"I remember everything. Well mostly everything. I remember that you're all vampires, and that I'm half vampire. Or I used to be I guess. Jacob is a werewolf to, right? It's all coming back to me now,"

My mom looked like she would be a mess of tears right now if she'd been physically capable of crying. Why was fate so cruel that it took me away from the only loving home that I had ever had? This should have been my life. But it wasn't.

"I don't know how I forgot. Or why I forgot," I wiped the tears away from my eyes.

"We don't know either. Carlisle has a few theories but we can't say for sure. Maybe they did something to you that caused you to forget. Or maybe the trauma you went through was so bad that it caused you to block everything from your mind. Maybe that's why you're human now. Because you forgot that your vampire side existed,"

I took a deep breath. This was a lot for me to take in. "So what happens now?" I asked her.

"What happens now is that you are going to heal from this accident. Then when you're released from the hospital you can move in with us. I don't like that you live alone and neither does Edward or Jacob. Or the rest of the family for that matter. We've already lost you once and we don't want to lose you again,"

"I just I can't believe what happening," I groaned. "I wish I wouldn't have been kidnapped. I wish I would have grown up with you instead of the people who purchased me. They have never shown me real love. Knowing that I should have had a completely different life is a hard pill to swallow,"

"What happened?" mom asked sadly. "I wonder if this is what Edward and Carlisle were about to tell us right before Alice had her vision of you,"

They knew? Oh shit my father could read minds. He's probably known the truth about me from the moment we first met at school. "Maybe it's time that I told you everything. Or better yet maybe I can show you," I wondered if my gift still worked after all these years.

I grabbed my mom's hand and closed my eyes as my mind dredged up my earliest memories.

It started off with the first day that my parents took me home. They were very cold and distant. They showed me my bedroom and I never saw them again for the rest of the evening. I felt scared because I didn't remember anything other than my name.

The memory skipped to the next day. The maid brought me down to eat beakfast with my new parents and the first thing they said was "Vanessa we are enrolling you in acting classes,"

"Why?" I said.

"Because you're a very pretty little girl. Casting directors like pretty little girls like you. With your looks you'll be the most popular child actress around. So you need to learn how to act," my father said sternly.

"Can't I do piano lessons instead? I love playing the piano," deep down in my young heart I knew that to be true. Even if I couldn't remember.

They laughed at me. They laughed for a long time. "Learn how to play the piano? That's the stupidest thing that I have ever heard. No. That won't make us any money. Let's make one thing clear. We brought you into our family because you have the potential to make us rich. Not by playing the piano by acting in movies and TV shows. That's the only thing we wanted you for," I went up to my room and cried.

I started attending one of the most prestigious acting schools around. Even though I didn't want to act I gave one hundred and ten percent into my acting studies and practice. It turned out that I was a natural and I quickly rose to the top of my class. After two years of intense acting lessons I landed my first role on a Disney Channel TV show when I was only seven years old.

My schedule was intense even from a young age. My days were filled with shooting schedules. It was nonstop. I remembered overhearing my dad tell my mom "Isn't it nice that with a little bit of money we can bribe people into ignoring all of the child labor laws? Who cares about the girl's so-called wellbeing anyway? She'll thank us for this when she's older," It wasn't until I was older that I learned what child labor laws were and just how badly my parents violated those laws on an almost daily basis.

The next memory that came to my mind was the first time that my father beat the crap out of me when I was nine years old. They'd always had me on a strict diet that I was to always adhere to. I hated it. I'll never forget the day that my dad caught me about to eat the Twix candy bar I'd tried to sneak behind is back.

I had just unwrapped the delicate looking candy bar when my door opened. I tried to hide the candy behind my back but it was too late. He grabbed my arm so hard and twisted it to the point where I thought he was going to break it. I screamed in pain.

"What is this?!" he roared. He threw me so hard that my face smacked into the wall. "You know that you're not allowed to eat this! Do you want to ruin your figure?! Nobody is going to want you in their movies if you start gaining weight! You little-" he grabbed me and took off his belt. He started hitting me again and again. "Dad stop!" I begged. It hurt so bad. But my dad kept hitting me with the buckle of his belt over and over again. "Please stop you're hurting me!" I cried. The pain of the metal buckle only got worse and worse. I could feel myself bleeding but he didn't stop.

That was the first but it certainly was not the last time he beat me like that. The second time he did it was because I didn't get a role he wanted me to get. He thought it was because I "didn't try hard enough and needed to be taught a lesson," the third time was simply because I expressed my desire to quit acting. He always did it with his belt. He always hit my back, my legs, and places where people couldn't see. Afterwards our maid would always attend to me and try to console me.

My mom yanked her hands away from me. The look of utter sadness and devastation on her face was enough to tell me that my gift still worked. She saw every single memory that I showed her. Her chest rose and fell as she sobbed hard. It hurt me to see her like that. She drew me into another tight hug.

"I'm sorry mom. I shouldn't have shown you that,"

"No," she shook her in disagreement. "I'm glad that you showed me that. As painful as it was to see what happened to you through your own eyes I needed to know that,"

"The only happy memory I have is the day I got Bruno. At first I thought they'd gotten him for me simply to show me that they did care but I was wrong. They only got him to force him into becoming an animal actor and later on a breeding dog. But he made me happy. He showed me love like nobody else did. That's why I can't lose him," I took a deep shaky breath. "I always knew that I was unloved but I didn't find out about being stolen and purchased until a few months ago,"

"Don't worry Nessie we will make sure they pay for this,"

"Who will pay for what?" I was a little confused.

"Those people who purchased you," she snarled viciously. "First they purchased you knowing that you were stolen. Then they violated child labor laws God only knows how many times by forcing you to act non stop all day. Then you suffered through physical abuse at their hands. All felonies. They committed enough crimes against you to earn a lengthy prison sentence,"

I shook my head. "That's never going to happen. They hid their crimes very well. There isn't enough proof to get them arrested,"

"Oh baby. You have no idea the kind of money, power, and influence our family has,"

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