A/N : Hello readers. I have decided to post this outtake instead of Chapter 4 in which you'll get familiar with Mrs. Marie Swan who Bella has mentioned in chapter 2, worked in her orphanage. It is an interesting chapter in Marie's POV and some secrets are revealed. There is also some nasty language ahead.

Thanks to EdwardsFirstKiss for editing this and for all her valuable suggestions. :)

All twilight stuff belongs to SM while the mistakes here and the plot is mine.

OUTTAKE (MARIE SWAN POV)

January 9, 1987

"Ma, I'm home." My daughter Renee's voice filled my ears.

"How was your day dear? You haven't beaten up anyone today, have you?"

"Ma you say this like I do it every day," she whined coming to stand next to me in the kitchen. For an eighteen-year -old she was one handful of a kid. She has a bossy and flighty attitude that has given me grey hair at the not so old age of fifty. Ok! I don't think fifty is that old. She had definitely got this trait from her father who unfortunately passed away when she was just six years old. He was the Chief of Police in our small town of Forks and was shot in line of duty. I have been a single mother since. I was so devastated initially that I became catatonic. Sometimes I felt personally responsible for my daughter's attitude.

"Hello, earth to Ma!" The click of her fingers bought me out of my musings. I looked at her questioningly. "Good, I'm going to Sarah's place, do you need me to do anything before I go?" She asked impatiently. That was how our relationship was. She never shared her life with me or included me in her talk. She asked or rather told me where she was going, but she never asked my opinion about anything. That was my own doing. If I had not been selfish in my grief all those years ago when her father died, I would have been able to properly take care of her.

"Ok dear but please try to come home before dinner," I said smiling her way.

"Yeah whatever." That's all I got from her. No goodbyes. No kisses. Nothing. But who was I to complain when it was all my fault. I resumed my work, blinking back the tears as I heard the front door close.

Four Hours Later

It's almost ten and Renee hadn't come home yet. I tried calling Didyme, Sarah's mother, but she was unreachable. Finally at half past ten, I got into my Chevy to drive to Sarah's house. They lived on the Quileute reservation along with other Native Americans. I arrived half an hour later and parked my truck outside their house. Both Didyme's and her husband Marcus' cars were missing from the driveway. I wondered where they had gone this late. I was about to knock on the door when I heard a loud crash.

"I will murder that bastard; fucker. Sarah, he said he used protection. But here I am, pregnant with his evil child. Son of a bitch."

"Renee calm down. You can't do anything about it now. But how are you planning to tell Aunt Marie?"

"Oh, I am going to abort this child. Ma can never know or she is going to pull her humanity card on me."

"But are you sur.." Sarah stopped mid phrase as I opened the unlocked door. I was about to burst a vein in my head, hearing my own blood talking trash like that.

"Renee Isabella Swan, you had better move your ass out here if you want anything good to come out of all this." For a second her face paled, and she looked scared. That was a first because neither my husband nor I had ever scolded her, so she had no reason to be scared of me. But right then, I knew my face must been seven shades of red.

Quickly coming to her senses she tried to protest, "Ma, you cannot..."

"Oh, you bet your life I can do what I want. Come with me." She rightly chose to follow me and we drove home in silence.

"So are you going to tell me or do I have to ask? Whose child is it?" I asked calmly as we seated our self on the couch in the living room. Inside I was anything but calm. She took a deep breath and started to explain.

"I met him in the beginning of senior year when I had a fight with Gianna over our basketball game. He was leaning against the wall, watching us. When I was finished arguing with her, I walked out of the basketball court with Sarah. He approached us and introduced himself. He is a handsome one, so it didn't take us long to start hanging out with each other. We fooled around and drank in a group. Sarah had a thing for his brother Billy so we usually went on double dates. A month ago when I told you I was having a sleep over at Sarah's, we were actually at their place. We had a lot to drink and somehow we ended up having sex. I didn't remember anything the next morning, but when I asked him, he said he had used protection. I swear..."

"What is his name?" I asked, knowing full well she had purposely avoided that.

"Charles Black." she mumbled.

September 13, 1987

"Good morning Mrs. Swan. How are you this lovely September morning?" asked Mrs. Mallory, our next door neighbour. I was gardening when she passed by.

"I am doing well Mrs. Mallory. How is everything with your daughter?"

"Oh yes, Lauren is fine now thanks to you. Her cast will be coming off in a few days."

"That is great news." Her ten-year-old daughter, Lauren had fallen down the stairs when neither she nor her husband had been at home. I happened to hear her when I was passing by and took her to the ER.

"So how are you and your daughter adjusting to Florida? Any news from her husband?" After many heated arguments and a few threats, I convinced my daughter to come with me to Florida and keep the child. I have inherited my parent's home as I was their only child. Although I was beyond angry at her sinful actions, I couldn't force myself and my daughter towards another sin by killing an unborn child. I don't know why, but I felt a strange pull towards it. We had concocted a story that my daughter's husband is in the military and so we had decided to come here and live together as the weather agreed with us more than Forks. I don't know what I was going to say about her 'husband' after the baby's birth, but until then I was sticking to our story.

"We are good Mrs. Mallory and Renee is due soon. We haven't heard from my son-in-law for a while, unfortunately."

"Oh, I hope he is alright. I will see you soon Mrs. Swan. Good day."

"Goodbye Mrs. Mallory."

I walked inside and found Renee on the couch reading a book. "Renee, I think it will be the best if we fabricate a tale that your husband died while on a mission after the baby is born. That way we can continue on peacefully with our life here," I said bringing her attention to me.

"Ok." Ok? Just that? No snarky comment. I have to say I was shocked that she had agreed so quickly. Maybe motherhood was channelling out her emotions. She was adamant to kill the baby when she found out that she was pregnant, but I had talked her out of it by convincing her that I would take care of the child while she resumed her studies. She agreed after much debate. Maybe now after nine months of feeling the baby, she has developed some feelings toward it. Maybe she will decide to be a mother to the child. I can only hope so because I will never allow the involvement of Black in the child's upbringing. The Blacks were the most notorious family in the Pacific West. They were involved in illegal businesses and I had even heard they practiced black magic. But I can't be too sure about the magic as I am not superstitious. Still, I didn't want their involvement with either my daughter or my grandchild.

A groan brought me back to the present, and I saw my daughter holding her stomach for dear life. "Renee! Oh God your water broke! Hold on sweetheart, I am calling an ambulance." I quickly called the hospital and asked for my friend Dr. Sulpicia Volturi to be ready for Renee. She assured me that she was sending an ambulance and I should not worry. I only hoped everything would be alright.

September 17, 1987

"Marie dear, do you want anything?" asked Shelly Cope who was in charge of the Fork's orphanage and an old friend of mine.

"No Shelly. Thank you so much for all you have done for my granddaughter and me."

"Oh dear, it's nothing. What's her name?"

"Isabella Marie Swan. Shelly, I want to ask one more favor from you. I don't want anyone to know that she is my granddaughter. Even when she is older, I want to tell her that her birth parents dropped her off here. I want her to have nothing to do with them, Shelly. I hope you understand."

"Marie, don't worry; your secret is safe with me. Have you heard from Renee?" I blanched at her name.

"No, and I don't have anything to do with her. As of two days ago when she left her one day old daughter to run away with that bastard, she became dead to me." Shelly looked at me sympathetically and asked me to call her if I needed anything.

Renee was acting strange the day she came home after delivering Isabella. I accepted my defeat in gaining her attention towards her daughter when she refused to even hold her once, stating that she was my burden now. I forgave her for that but never in my life could I forgive her for the letter she left the following day. I had gone into her room to wake her for breakfast and was horrified to find none of her belongings. The closet was open and empty as were the shelves containing her books. All she'd left was a letter stating that she couldn't live without Charles and so she was going back to the reservation. That was the extent of the letter.. Not even a sorry or a greeting for her daughter. I wasn't even this devastated when my husband died. But the wailing of a baby reminded me of my responsibilities and I refused to repeat my mistakes. I had lost my daughter but I wouldn't fail my grandchild. That's how we found our way back to our home town of Forks. I told my best friend Shelly everything, and she offered me a job at her orphanage. It was the safest place for Isabella because neither Renee nor Charles would dare show their faces there in case anyone identified them and reported their whereabouts to me. All I wanted was to keep my Isa safe.

March 14, 2000

"Isa. Come here fast. Your muma wants you," Shelly's voice penetrated my ears. Muma. Yes, that's what I am for Isa now. She always called me muma and refused to even think about her birth parents. We hadn't heard anything from Renee and Charles, not that I was dying to hear from them. Though, at this moment, I was literally dying. I wanted to be there for my Isa until she was capable of taking care of herself, but my heart was too weak. My death bed was prepared, and I just wanted to see my Isa, one last time.

"Muma!" Isa cried as she entered the small hospital room. I took her hand in my own and looked into her beautiful brown eyes. She was beautiful in every sense. Even if she had half of that monster's blood in her, she was nothing like him. All she received from him were his brown eyes which only heightened her beauty.

"Isa dear, don't cry, sweetheart. You know I hate your tears. They are too precious to waste."

"Muma you can't leave me. I have no one muma. Please don't leave me." My heart went out for her but I could do nothing.

"It's not true, Isa. You have your friend, Alice. Even her parents are nice to you. You have Shelly too and she told me that Alice and her mother are here too. My time has come dear, but promise me, Isa to grow up to be a good person. I love you so much my daughter." I kissed her hand as she brokenly nodded 'yes'.

"I love you too, muma," she whispered sadly.

At that time, I wanted to tell her everything. I thought it would be the best if she knew about everything but as I started to speak, I was just able to choke out "Isa…" and suddenly, I found myself floating. I looked down at the little girl clutching an older woman's body and crying. Behind her, a girl with spiky black hair was consoling her. I wanted so badly to be the one to console that crying angel but I couldn't. I just prayed for her sorrows to end and to have a happy life as everything went black.

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