BPOV
I had a huge smile on my face when I woke up the next morning. For several minutes, I just laid in my bed, thinking back to the way Edward had kissed me. Both times. He was just…perfect. The feeling of his lips on mine was like nothing that I had ever imagined. It was like a dream come true, at least until my meathead brothers ruined it. Still, Edward had kissed me twice. I sighed as my face heated up just from thinking about him and his amazing lips.
"You are a silly girl, Bella Cullen," I muttered to myself and smiled as I thought about how Edward called me Bella Cullen.
I bounced out of my bed, feeling happy and content for the first time since we moved to Forks. Even though it was raining yet again, I didn't really mind so much. I ran downstairs and joined my parents and my brothers in the kitchen, ignoring the latter two and the way that my father was scowling at me. Esme was giggling to herself and trying her hardest to hide it behind her hand, but was failing miserably.
"Morning," I sang, wrapping my arms around my mother and kissing her cheek. "Isn't it a beautiful day?"
"Yes," she said at the same time that Carlisle said, "No."
"Daddy," I sighed, taking my seat next to Esme.
"Don't daddy me, Bella," he grumbled, folding his arms across his chest. "I saw that boy kissing you last night."
"Again?" asked Emmett, slamming his fork down into the table.
"Emmett," warned Esme, glaring at my brother.
"Yes, Emmett," I said, shortly. "Edward kissed me again when he dropped me off. And let me just thank you and idiot over there for ruining my first kiss."
"You shouldn't be kissing him," muttered Jasper, looking right at me. "You've know him like a week. How do you know that he isn't some hands on kind of boy?"
"Jasper Whitlock Cullen," gasped Esme. I narrowed my eyes at my dear, misguided brother.
"So it's okay for you to make out with Alice in the cafeteria at lunch yesterday but not okay for me to kiss Edward?" I asked, harshly. Jasper looked down at his plate quickly.
"That was different," he muttered.
"How?" I asked as Carlisle and Esme looked over at him, eyebrows raised.
"Cause she told me that she wanted us to go out," he mumbled.
"So?" I asked.
"So…fine," he sighed, throwing his hands up. "I just don't like you kissing him."
"You are being absurd, Jasper," scoffed Esme, causing him to look over at her. "You can't have it both ways. It can't be ok for you to kiss Alice and it not be ok for Bella to kiss Edward."
"Mom," whined Jasper, leaning back in his seat. I smirked as I picked up a piece of toast and started nibbling on it. "Fine. I'm sorry, Bella."
"Thank you, Jas," I smiled. I turned and looked at Emmett. He was sitting there with his arms folded across his chest, lips pressed into a tight line. "Emmett."
"Fine," he muttered, looking me in the eye. "I'm sorry."
"Thank you, Em," I smiled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Harder than you would think," he grumbled, leaning up to the table. "You don't have to be so smug about it."
"Yes, I do," I smirked. "You and Jas are always picking on me. You're just mad because now I am fighting back."
"Yeah, I don't really like it," laughed Jasper.
"Me either," snickered Emmett.
"Well, too damn bad," I snorted.
"Isabella," sighed Esme. "Language."
"Sorry, Mom," I muttered, ducking my head to hide my laughter.
Emmett, Jasper, and Carlisle were all laughing under their breath with me. Esme told us all to shut it and finish eating our breakfast. We were still eating when the doorbell rang. Carlisle looked down at his watch before he stood up and headed into the living room. Who the hell comes by at nine o'clock on a Saturday morning?
"Hello, officer," I heard Carlisle say as he opened the front door. "What can I do for you today?"
"Carlisle Cullen?" asked the officer.
"Yes," said my father.
"Your wife is Esme Cullen?" asked the officer.
"Um, yes," said Carlisle, again. "What's this about?"
"Are your wife and children here, sir?" asked the officer. I looked over at Esme. She shrugged her shoulders as she stood up and headed into the other room.
"Yes," said Carlisle. "Now, tell me what is this about,"
"Sir, I need you, Esme Cullen, and your children to go down to the station with me," said the officer.
Emmett, Jasper, and I all looked at each other before we headed into the living room. Standing in the door, were two officers. The first was a tall, thin man with dirty blond hair and dark grey eyes. His eyes flickered over all of us, resting on me. He turned and nodded at his partner, a dark haired man with equally dark eyes. There was something about the way they were looking at me that made me feel uncomfortable.
"Why?" asked Carlisle, folding his arms in front of his chest.
"Sir, we would like to discus this down at the station," said the second man. His voice was thickly accented. He almost sounded French. "In private."
Carlisle sighed as he looked back at the rest of us. Esme had moved back and was standing in front of us, like she was trying to protect us. Carlisle shook his head as he looked back at the officers and said, "Fine, we'll follow you there."
"Sir, I have two cars here to take you and your children down to the station," said the first man.
"We can drive ourselves," insisted Carlisle.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll have to insist that you ride with us," he said.
Since we apparently didn't have a choice, Carlisle reluctantly agreed. The two officers stood by the front door while we ran upstairs to change from our pajamas and into some normal clothes. Neither Carlisle nor Esme seemed to have any idea why there were two police officers standing in our living room.
I changed into a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt. For some reason, I felt the need to pull on the button down shirt that Edward had given me just a few days before. I followed the rest of my family downstairs. The officers led us out of the house to the two black and white police cars that sat our front. Of course, our neighbors were standing out on their front lawns, gawking at us.
The ride to the police station was awkward. Carlisle and Esme had been forced to ride in the other car while Emmett, Jasper, and I rode together. Nobody would tell us why we were being taken down to the station, just that they needed to speak to us.
The cars pulled up in front. I looked back as Carlisle and Esme were dragged out of their car and taken inside the station, quite forcefully in fact. The officer driving our car climbed out and opened the back door but Emmett didn't move. I knew he and Jasper were just as scared as I was.
"Come on, son. It's ok," said the officer, pulling Emmett out of the car.
"I'm not your fucking son," growled my brother, yanking his arm out of the officer's grip.
I climbed out of the car followed by Jasper. Neither of the uniformed officers said anything else as they grabbed our arms and dragged us into the station. Charlie, Renee, Garrett, and Angela were sitting on folding chairs when they dragged us inside. They looked right at me and started crying, which was weird. Why the hell were they here?
"Oh my god, are you ok, Isabella?" asked Renee, reaching out for me. I instinctively stepped backwards causing her cry harder.
"What the hell is going on here?" I snapped, looking around at everyone.
"Take the boys to room four," said one of the officers from the house, walking out from the back. "Take Isabella to room two. We'll be there shortly."
"I want to stay with my brothers," I cried, fighting against the man holding onto my arm. Emmett pushed the officer off of him and tried to pull me away but two police men grabbed his arms and dragged him to the back while another one pulled Jasper after them. "BRING THEM BACK!"
"Isabella, calm down," said the officer from the house. I snapped my head over to him.
"FUCK OFF!" I screamed.
The uniformed cop holding my arm, pulled me back to a small interrogation room and shut the door behind me, ignoring my plea for answers. I turned and looked around the room as I let my tears fall freely down my face. There was something completely fucked up going on here. I moved over into one of the corners and slid down to the floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried.
I sat in the corner of that room for what felt like hours, crying until my eyes hurt and still no one came in to talk to me. I wanted to go home where I had started the day off so happy. I wanted my brothers, who protected me too much. I wanted my mom and dad. The door to the room finally opened but my heart sank when the two officers from the house came in, shutting the door behind them. The blond officer cocked an eyebrow when he saw me sitting on the floor while the other one, pulled out a chair.
"Come sit, Isabella," he said, motioning to the brown, metal chair with Forks Police Department stamped on the back.
"Go to hell," I growled. That seemed funny to the two men, who just sat down on the other side of the table.
"Hell would be way too hot for me," smiled the dark haired cop. I just stared at him, not finding a damn thing funny. "Please, come sit down."
"Where's my mom and dad?" I asked.
"You mean, Carlisle and Esme Cullen?" asked the blond cop.
"Yes," I snapped. "Where are they?"
"They are fine, Isabella," he said. "We need you to come sit down so we can figure out what is going on here."
"Fine," I muttered, standing up. I went over and sat down in the chair, wrapping my arms around my body.
"My name is James," said the blond cop. He motioned to his partner. "This is my partner, Laurent."
"How nice," I said, snidely.
"Isabella-"
"My name is Bella," I said, interrupting James. He nodded his head.
"Ok, Bella," he said, giving me a soft smile. "We understand that you were adopted by Carlisle and Esme Cullen."
"Yes," I said.
"How old were you?" asked Laurent.
"I was around five but I had been living with them since I was around the age of three," I explained.
"Do you remember anything about your birthparents?" asked James.
"No," I muttered, looking down at the floor. "I'm sure you've already discussed this with my mom and dad, but I know you are going to ask me anyway so here goes. I was found outside a hospital in Los Angeles and placed with them while they tried to find my birth parents. After two years of searching, a judge declared that I had been abandoned by my birth parents and I was officially adopted by Carlisle and Esme."
"What's it like living with them?" asked James. "What kind of parents are they?"
"They're great parents," I said, looking between them. "You don't…you don't think they've been abusing us, do you?"
"No, we just have to ask," insisted Laurent. "Have they ever hit you? Touched you inappropriately?"
"NO!" I yelled, pushing away from the table and standing up. "Those are my parents. That's disgusting."
"Ok, calm down," said James, putting his hands up. "We had to ask."
"What the hell is going on here?" I snapped as the door to the room opened. I looked over as Tanya came into the room. I threw myself into her open arms, ducking my head into her neck and letting my tears fall freely. "T, they won't let me see my mom and dad."
"I know, sweetie," she whispered, rubbing my back. "I need you to calm down."
"What is going on?" I cried.
"Give me a few minutes with her," said Tanya, speaking to the men behind me.
"Ok," they muttered. Tanya moved us over to the two chairs they left for us. Once they were gone, Tanya took my hands into hers. "Honey, they may have found your birth parents."
"What?" I gasped, shaking me head. "No, it's been fourteen years, T. They couldn't have found them now."
"I know, honey, but…" she trailed off. "I'm still not sure on all the details myself but from what I understand they thought you were dead."
"Who did?" I asked. "I don't understand."
"Charlie and Renee Swan," said Tanya. My mouth feel open. "You know them don't you? Their kids, Garrett and Angela?"
"Yes but they…they can't be my birth parents, T," I argued. "They can't be."
"Sweetie, they have pictures," whispered Tanya, stroking my cheek in her hand. "Pictures that matched the ones we have right after we found you."
"NO!" I screamed, standing up. "They left me! They didn't want me and left me outside of a fucking hospital, T."
"Bella, calm down," ordered Tanya. I dropped to my knees in the middle of the room as my body shook with uncontrollable sobs. She knelt down next to me. "Oh, sweetie."
"They left me," I sobbed. "I have my family. I don't need them."
"I know, honey," she whispered, holding me to her chest. "We'll figure this out."
"I want to go home," I cried, wrapping my arms around her. "Can I go home now?"
"Sure, but first we have to do a DNA test," said Tanya. I pulled back from her.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because we have to know for sure, one way or the other," she said, sadly.
"I don't want to know," I muttered, darkly.
"I know but we have to," she frowned. "Come on, let's get this done."
I didn't argue with her as she stood up and pulled me up to my feet. Tanya kept her arm wrapped around my shoulder as we made our way down the cold, dank hallway and out to the main room. My parents and brothers were standing to one side of the room, holding onto each other while the Swan's were on the other side.
I pulled away from Tanya and ran over to my parents, throwing myself in Carlisle and Esme's open arms. They wrapped their arms around me and held me as we cried together. I didn't care what they said, this was my family.
"Isabella-"
"Don't fucking talk to her," snapped Esme, harshly. It was the first time I had ever heard my mother curse. "You've put her through enough shit."
"Look," started Charlie. "You can't-"
"SHUT UP!" I screamed, looking back at them. "I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER!"
"Ok, let's just get this done so we get her home," said Tanya, placing her hand on my back and looking over at James. "Now, please. She's been through enough for one day."
James nodded his head and came over and swabbed the inside of my check with a long cotton swab, collecting the DNA that could change my life. He went over and took a sample from Charlie and Renee before sealing all three samples into plastic bags and looked at Tanya.
"We should know something in a few days," he said, quietly.
"Fine," said Tanya. She turned back to us. "Let's go."
Esme and Carlisle kept their arms wrapped around me as we turned toward the door. We had barely taken a few steps when Renee called out to me, "Isabella!"
"Leave my daughter alone," growled Carlisle, glaring at them. "Stay the hell away from all of us."
Without saying another word, my parents pulled me out of the police station. We climbed into the cruiser that would take us back to our house. They tried to get us to take two cars but Esme kindly told them to fuck off. Emmett climbed into the front seat while Carlisle, Esme, and Jasper climbed into the backseat. I climbed onto my father's lap and buried my head in his chest as I cried once again.
A few minutes later, they dropped us back off at home. We climbed out of the car and made our way up the front walk and to the front door. Walking into the house, I couldn't help but think about how just this morning, I had been so happy. I had just had the best night of my life last night and now, my world was crumbling around me.
"I'll be in my room," I muttered, softly.
"Ok, sweetheart," whispered Esme.
I slowly walked across the living room and went upstairs to my room. I closed the door behind me and curled up on my bed, sobbing uncontrollably as I wrapped my arms around myself. The door to my room opened and closed but I didn't look up. The bed shifted and I still didn't look up. I knew it was Emmett and Jasper.
"It's ok, Bella," whispered Emmett, wrapping his arms around me as he laid down on the bed behind me.
"We've got you," murmured Jasper, thickly as he took his place in front of me. "We'll take care of you."
"Promise?" I sobbed, clutching onto their arms.
"We promise," cried Jasper, kissing the top of my head.
"It's our job as your big brothers," whispered Emmett.
Emmett, Jasper, and I laid on my bed, crying together for hours. Like they have since I came to live with them, they took care of me. I just hoped they always would.
