IMPORTANT A/N

I am a 19-year-old Pre-Nursing student, going to school full-time, and working three part-time jobs on the side. I'm sorry that I suck at updating, but education is important, therefore I have to go to college. College is expensive, therefore I have to go to work. Work takes up much of my time, therefore… you get the point. As much as I love writing, more important things hold my attention at the moment. I appreciate the constructive criticism, the positive and negative feedback, ALL reviews, ALL favorites, and ALL follows. Stick with me, please. I have much planned for this story.

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Izobella

CHAPTER 2

As I make my way slowly back through the long hallway, I once again pass Dr. Tibur's office. But I halt quickly when I hear my name.

"-la Swan needs a proper home. I know-" he sighs. "-I know that you already have so many children. But you're the only person I could think of, Carlisle. You're the kindest person I know. And I know that- Let me finish, please!" I jump when he raises his voice, and look up at Linda. Her blonde hair acts as a curtain between us as she works on paperwork, so hopefully she won't notice me for a little while. "I know that you have a lot on your plate. You're a doctor, you're a husband, and you already have five children." Five kids? Fucker must be crazy. I don't think I could ever have five kids.

My hand instinctively rests on my protruding stomach, and I rub slow, soothing circles around my belly button. She nudges me back. I smile.

"But Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper are going to be graduating this year. They'll become individuals, they'll go to college, with scholarships no doubt, and you'll have plenty of money to take care of Isabella." I glare at the small sliver of light underneath the door when I realize that he's trying to pawn me off on someone else. I shouldn't be surprised though; my insurance stopped paying for me to be here almost a week ago. So, now that they're not getting money from me, they want me gone.

There is a long pause in the room before Tibur sighs. "Thank you Carlisle. Thank you so much. We'll set up a meeting for you to come down tomorrow to see her. Are you bringing all of the children with you? Or just you and Esme?" Another pause. "Alright, well, I think at first just Esme and yourself should see her. She's quite fragile... And... Well... You might be surprised when you see her. She's..." He stumbles over his words for a few moments. "She's going to be a Senior in high school, and 19 weeks pregnant."

I flinch at the judgement I can hear in his voice. It's not like I chose this. She nudges my hand again and I huff quietly before continuing my rubbing.

I've heard enough of the one sided conversation. I slowly waddle my way back to my room as he starts talking about my prenatal medications, and mumble a "goodnight" to Linda.

As I rest on my uncomfortable bedding, I let my mind wander. I try to imagine what my life would have been if things hadn't played out like they did. I'm sure my mother and father would be comfortable in bed, cuddling. I would be snuggled under my covers with Jacob right next to me. Such a bed hog he was, but I sure do miss sleeping next to him.

With thoughts of Jake easing my manic mind, I slowly drift off, my hand still resting on my stomach.

I stumble my way through the halls hours later with Faith, the day-nurse. Linda had gone home earlier this morning, and I had hugged her tightly, knowing that was the last time I would see her. She didn't speak, so neither did I. We just held each other for a moment before she released me and walked out the door at the end of the hallway, locking it once she was on the other side.

As we climb the steps to the visiting rooms, my heart starts to beat wildly and she starts to kick a little harder than usual. I press against my belly button gently, and she pushes back.

The doctor said that she can sense my distress, that she can tell when I'm happy or sad. And he said that I shouldn't worry about her moving too much. It's a really good sign, apparently.

"She's a kicker for sure," he told me the last time I'd seen him.

He also reassured me that I was in fact having only one baby.

In the beginning, I was slightly worried about the size of my stomach, concerned that the large size indicated that I would be having more than one. But he told me that it looked so large because of how small my frame was. And apparently there is such a thing as a baby "growing forward" or "growing backward."

Guess who's growing forward.

I'm brought out of my head when Faith when she suddenly halts, gasping quietly. I run into her back, grunting when I stumble a little. I look up from my feet to glared at her, but my stare becomes curious when I notice her staring across the hall, her jaw hanging slightly. I follow her gaze and my breath catches at the sight before me. Two absolutely beautiful people stand across the hall from us, one man and one woman.

The man is tall, with broad shoulders and bleach blonde hair. His golden eyes stare straight into mine and his long lashes flutter across his cheeks every time he blinks. His thick eyebrows are pleasantly raised as he flashes me his pure white teeth. His smile grows, the pale pink of his lower lip stretching tighter.

The woman behind him stands at least a foot shorter. Her perfectly sculpted cheeks wrinkle when she smiles at me, her ruby red lips curling softly. Her hair reaches just below her chest, softly curling in at the end, a strange brown color, tinted red. I look at her curiously when I notice the same golden hue in her eyes.

My eyebrows furrow. They don't look at all alike. They couldn't be related, but their eyes tell a different story.

I can't help but feel hypnotized as I stare into their eyes, the soft topaz color soothing me. My hand unconsciously caresses my belly when she pushes at my belly button. I smile timidly at them, and the short woman smiles widely back at me.

Faith, seeming to have gathered her wits, steps forward, thrusting out her left hand while her right cradles the seemingly endless amount of paperwork to her chest.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, Welcome to Western State Hospital. My name is Faith Wood. I'm going to be overseeing your meeting with Miss Swan today, and if all goes well, I will be handling her discharge." Faith's arm tenses immediately after grabbing hold of Mr. Cullen's hand and her mouth pops open in surprise. "Oh, my! You're freezing!" she yelps. "Let's go into the back room; the sun shines through those windows, so I'm sure it will be warmer. It is quite chilly out here."

Once she shakes Mrs. Cullen's hand, Faith pulls her hand away quickly. She rubs her hand against her thigh and fingering her wedding band, something I only noticed her doing when she was uncomfortable.

"Well..." An awkward pause. "Um... This is Isabella Swan. Isabella, this is Esme and Carlisle Cullen." I nod at them, forcing my hand out in front of me. The first touch of Esme's hand had me recoiling from her touch.

"Jesus, you are cold." I blurt out. Blush creeps slowly up to my cheeks, spreading across my nose and forehead. Esme's hand comes up to cover her smile. "Sorry." I stick my hand out hesitantly this time, preparing myself for the chill that comes from her. Goosebumps cover my skin when I grab Carlisle's hand; he seems even colder than she is.

After a short time, Faith seems to realize that standing here isn't getting anything done.

"Well, this way." She leads us quickly down the hallway, taking a left at the end and stopping at the first door.

I'd only seen the visiting rooms once. When I was admitted, they placed me in one for some privacy. They didn't think it was a very good idea to have me around all the other girls yet; I was a "danger to others".

Yeah right. When someone's trying to fucking hurt you, you fight back.

"Get off your fucking ass, Swan! That bathroom isn't gonna fucking clean itself!" James yelled loudly at me. I glared up at him, my hands clenching at my sides. When he noticed I hadn't moved yet, he growled. "I suggest you get your skank-ass in that bathroom, Isabella. Now." He was yelling by the time he finished, but I could still hear Victoria snorting at another line in the kitchen. I grimaced.

"No." I stared into his eyes, saying the words as firmly as I could.

Big mistake.

Rage flamed in James' dark blue eyes as he stalked over to me. I scuttled backwards on the floor, trying to put some distance between us. He reached down at me quickly, stopping my movement. His fist gripped tightly onto my hair and I cried out and grabbled at his arm when he pulled me up on my tiptoes. His frame started to blur as tears gathered in my eyes. The fogged image of him sneered at me, coming closer until I could smell the cigarettes on his breath.

"I know you didn't mean that Isabella. So I'm going to give you one last chance to do what I fucking told you. I own you. You do what I want." His yellow teeth snapped shut at the end, and his eyes softened. His grip on my hair loosened, and he let me back down to the floor. I whimpered when I was free from his hold and flinched when he brushed my hair out of my eyes. His hot breath moved across my cheek toward my ear. "I love you baby girl. So much." His lips touched my neck and I recoiled. He laughed menacingly and gripped my upper arms tightly. "You're mine."

I pulled my arms from his hold roughly.

"You're my foster father. That doesn't make me yours, asshole." The flame returned with my words, and I almost regretted them. But I couldn't. I couldn't let him break me completely. He could hurt me all he wanted, but my will was one thing he couldn't take away from me.

"That's not the song you were singing last night, baby." He chuckled darkly, and I blushed intensely, feeling ashamed. My fingers curled up again, my nails digging into the soft skin of my palms. My anger mixed with my embarrassment, and suddenly, James had a large ball of spit sliding down his cheek.

He blinked.

I blinked.

He slapped me, sending my head snapping to the right.

"You little bitch! This is my house, and you will do what I want. And if you won't do it willingly, I guess I'll have to force you." His hand clamped down on my shoulder, pushing me toward the door. I struggled to escape him, but he just held tighter.

"Fuck off" I growled loudly, shoving my shoulder back against his sternum. He grunted and his free hand gripped my hair, pulling so hard that the fight left me very suddenly. "I swear, I'll clean the bathroom, just please let go!" I plead pitifully.

I heard a snort come from the archway between the kitchen and living room. James heard it too and pulled me by my hair to face the noise with him. Victoria stood there with a cigarette between her middle and fore fingers, her green eyes dilated. Her fiery red hair stood up at odd angles, a large amount of it up on the top of her head in a bun.

"Sweetie, apologizing to him after you pissed him off is a waste of time." She took a pull from the white stick, breathing deeply before letting go. The smoke came out with her words. "Just take your punishment. It'll be over before you know it." She turned back to the kitchen, sniffling.

James laughed once, without humor, and pushed me toward the bathroom door roughly. I glanced back at him once he let me go, halting when I saw his hand palming his groin. My eyes snapped up to his in shock, but he just smirked at me.

"For you baby, always." He chuckled, walking toward me. I backed away quickly, trying to find escape. Instead, I found the wall.

I whimpered.

James smiled wider as he approached me, placing his hand on my breast and squeezing roughly. I gasped in pain, and jerked away from him. He only smiled wider, gripping both of my wrists in his hands, lifting them above my head. His mouth descended upon my neck, licking and sucking greedily. My stomach tingled and my body shuddered when he sucked on the skin below my ear. I flushed red, embarrassed. He pulled back when he noticed me shivering, laughing once again.

"You like it baby. I know you do. Just let daddy take care of his baby. Be daddy's good girl" One of his hands trailed down my forearm, leaving fire in its wake.

I stare at him for a moment before jerking my knee upward, hoping to crush his dick beyond recognition. His eyes widened and he howled pain, dropping to his knees before me. I jumped over him, away from him, one hand on the sore side of my face, the other laying limply against my side.

Victoria slowly came around the corner, leaning against the wall. Her left hand gripped a beer tightly. The brown color greatly contrasted the sparkly white of her wedding ring. I briefly wondered for a moment if James stole that for her.

She looked at us for a moment before giggling.

"Does it hurt baby?" She winked at James, tilting the bottle back until all of its contents fell into her mouth.

I'm brought out of my memories when I hear the familiar jingle of Faith's keys as she opens the locked visiting room door. Inside the room, there is a long table with two chairs on each side, and one on each end. Faith guides me to the farthest side of the table with a hand on my back. She sits beside me in the black leather seat, sitting with her legs crossed and hands folded on her lap.

I suddenly feel someone's eyes on me and look up to Mrs. Cullen following my every move. I fidget nervously under her gaze. One of my hands grip the seat while the other lays atop my bulging midsection. I see Esme's eyes fly to my stomach and hunch over, trying to shield her from Esme's penetrating gaze.

Her eyebrows furrow, and her eyes pierce mine. They widen slightly when she notices my glare.

"First off, I will tell you that you have every right to ask Isabella any question you would like." Faith's hand rests on my arm when I huff. "But Isabella also has every right to stay quiet. She doesn't have to answer any of the questions you ask. And vice-versa." She looks back and forth between the beautiful couple and myself, checking to see that we understand. I nod my head cautiously, glancing up to see them nodding as well.

And so it begins.