So this is a shot chapter, and the top part is Bella's memory.

Rene is the one talking in italicized. Charlie is bold Italic.

Enjoy.

Bella's POV:

I always remember my parents allowing me to have extra curricular activities after school.

One night after coming home from ballet, I walked in on my parents arguing. At the time, I didn't pay attention to their words but now, I keep dreaming about that day, and it makes me fear for the 'what if'.

Their words have been haunting my dreams for a while now.

'Charlie, you can't do that…' My mother said, in disbelief.

As I stood hidden in the shadows within the hallway.

'The fuck I can't, Reny, she's my daughter! I owe a lot of money to these people, and these people are dangerous. Now, they have simply suggested that we simply allow them some time with her, that's all. What's the worst thing that could happen?'

What was he talking about? Who were they?

'Charlie, I am not going to allow my daughter to be violated. I'd rather die.'

A loud crash caused me to jump in fear, before I heard my dad's voice grow chillier.

'They're giving me until the fourteenth of this month to answer, otherwise we will all die.' he replied.

'I would rather die than allow you to go through with this. If this is what you think will solve your gambling problems then you can go to hell. I will take my baby and leave you to rot. Don't you push me, Charles.' she growled back, as I quickly made my way upstairs.

'Whatever makes you sleep better at night, sweetheart. This is a done deal…' I heard him say, as I reached my room, and locked the door behind myself.

I woke up once again drenched in sweat, gasping as I tried to make sense of what I had just seen.

I don't remember my dad ever being anything but nice to me.

So, where did this memory come from? Was it a hallucination on my part? Or did that actually happen?

"No, that's not possible. My parents loved me. They always told me so…" I muttered to myself, shaking my head to try to shake the thoughts away.

I could feel my anxiety begin to shoot up as I got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom.

Slamming the door behind myself shut, and locking it before taking off the clothes Elizabeth had stuffed me in the night before and walked towards the massive bathtub.

Instead of sitting around, I decided I would bathe, and then get out of the room to clear my mind. I poured some of the bath salts and oils that smelled like jasmine and lavender before climbing into the tub.

I used more hot water than cold in a poor attempt to try to calm myself. Allowing the steam to penetrate the air, as I slowly sat back and allowed my body, and muscles to relax with the hot water.

Sighing as I felt my body begin to relax once more, before fully submerging myself, enjoying the slight burn in my lungs as I laid in the tub.

My mind still wondered whether or not that was a memory or hallucination or my imagination playing tricks on me.

As I was about to go up for air, a loud crash caused me to shoot up into a sitting position in the tub, gasping as I saw Elizabeth and Edward rush into the bathroom, worried.

"What the fuck was that for?!" I sputtered as I noticed the broken door of the bathroom.

Edward's worry turned to shocked embarrassment as he looked away, before hastily walking out of the bathroom with an amused Elizabeth following behind.

"I am so sorry about that, we'll let you bathe now. Call me if you need anything." She said before walking out of the room.

"What the hell was that?" I muttered again, before leaning back once more.