AN: Here's the updated Chapter 2! I'd like to still give a shout-out to the people I mentioned before and the others- Amazon Black, , Amethyst Raindrops 16, and Oaky poky- who have reviewed! Also, thank you to anybody who's followed/favorited/READ this story! I love you all! If you guys see any mistakes, please notify me of them… I get confused very easily, lol. Thank you guys again for bearing with me! Also, if there's anything in this story that sounds almost too country, please tell me. I live in Kentucky, so… That should be self-explanatory, haha. But, on to Chapter Two!

Chapter Two: Trust (RPOV)

After I explained what happened, Carla immediately began looking for another foster home. Some might wonder why I don't just stay with Carla, and though we've even talked about it for a while, her boss thought it would be unfair to the other foster kids she helped out with. So, that wasn't an option. But times like this, whenever something went wrong at a home, I stayed with her until they found another place.

Like they're doing now.

Except for now, they're doing a background check on where they send me. I don't know why they didn't before, but I'm glad that's changed.

While Carla attempted to find me a place to stay, I went into her living room and fell asleep on the couch. The nightmares that often plagued me, didn't this time, for which I was grateful. It was nice to get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. The only reason I woke up when I did, was because Carla had come to inform me that there was a family a few hours away from here that was willing to take me in. They had adopted a few kids before, and had recently opened their house as a foster home.

"They seemed really excited, Ren. Maybe this family is finally different."

I shook my head. "No family is different, Car… I don't think I'll ever find the place where I belong. They just feel sorry for me… Wait. You didn't tell them that…?"

"No. I didn't. I told them that the last family had abused you, but the rest is yours to tell. The only reason I told them that is because it's required to let the new family know why you left the other families. You know that."

"Yeah… I get it. Thanks." I looked out of the window.

She headed for the door before stopping and turning back to me. "Renesmee?" I turned to face her. "Could you do me a favor?"

I sat up, twisting my hands. "Depends on what it is,"

"Could you at least try to give this family a chance? Like I said before, they seemed

really excited about your arrival. Just… Don't screw this up for yourself, okay?"

I thought it over. Could I give them a chance? Do I really screw up my own happiness? Not intentionally, I think… I mean… Yeah, this past year it was always my idea to leave, but it didn't mean that I didn't want to have a family. I know it's confusing, but whenever you have a family that is only there for the money you get them, and they make it abundantly clear, you don't want to stay there. It's different when you have a biological family- I've heard they love you just because. But, when you don't have that… What are you supposed to do? Just live with it? I don't know. And I know that if this couple has adopted children before, they're probably really nice. Could I trust them? No. But could I try to give them a chance?

"Yes." I answered finally. "Yeah… I'll give them a chance."

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BPOV (Bella)

Edward and I ran to the house. We were coming back from our hunting trip we took last night. We intended to stay longer, but we got a call from Alice that said we needed to come home, that they had some news the whole family needed to know.

Of course… The "whole family", didn't necessarily mean "the whole family."

And it hadn't for a little while.

When Renesmee didn't come back from La Push that night, there were no words for how that felt. We searched the woods of La Push for weeks, but found nothing. We then went to Italy when we couldn't find her around the U.S. We thought that, with all the problems we'd had with them before, the Volturi had taken her. It seemed like a legitimate answer. That is, until we got there, and she, nor her scent, wasn't. The Volturi offered their services in helping us find her, but even with the extensive searching, she was nowhere to be found.

Since Charlie was allowed to know everything when he married Sue, we filed a missing persons report at the station. When it got out around town that we had "adopted" Edward's "niece" after her parents were in a car accident, and that she had been kidnapped, the whole town looked for her, putting posters in every since store, every pole, every corner in that town.

Edward, Jacob, and I never left Forks. We stayed to see if our Nessie ever came back. But she didn't.

Jake was still Alpha of his pack, which still consisted of Seth and Leah, but once more Quileutes turned, some of Sam's old pack came to Jake's. Both of the packs looked for Renesmee as well… She had them all wrapped around her little fingers.

The rest of the family moved around a lot, like usual. And everywhere they went, they made sure to look for Nessie. But when they came back about a month ago, with no sign of anything, we were still in stage one.

Up until a week ago.

Emmett and Rosalie were out hunting in the Spokane region of Washington. While they were there, they caught a familiar scent near a trailer by the woods. Once they knew the scent, they called home.

It was Renesmee's.

They stayed for another day after they'd went hunting to get all the information they could. They got to see her a few times, through a window. Rose was lucky enough and was able to snap a few pictures of my daughter. She looked just like her father now, but with my eyes.

The most shocking news of all, came when Rose and Emmett overheard a conversation with Renesmee and they guy we presumed to be her "father."

In that conversation, we learned that Renesmee knew she wasn't related to the man.

She was a foster child.

It broke my heart that my little girl had had no sense of stability for nearly four years- that she was tossed away whenever somebody deemed it worthy- that she was nothing to them. Not the special little girl that I gave birth to.

Immediately after we found out, Carlisle and Esme decided to take in foster children. We didn't know if this plan would work, but we decided to give it our all.

"What do you think this is about?" I asked Edward, as we jumped across the river closest to the main house.

"I don't know…" he answered. "It might be something to do with the foster system."

"Then we'd better hurry."

We picked up our already fast pace. Within seconds, we were forced to slow down due to the closed door standing in our way.

Everyone was gathered in the living room, like always. Rose was on Em's lap sitting on one end of the couch, Alice and Jasper on the other. Carlisle and Esme were standing in front of the television, leaving the loveseat open for Edward and me. Jake was the only person not here.

"What is it?" Edward demanded as soon as we walked into the room. I assumed he'd be the first to know, considering he had a direct line to Carlisle and Esme's thoughts, but I guess his head was somewhere else.

"We got a call about an hour ago from a social worker. Carla." Carlisle answered immediately, a smile on his face.

I stopped breathing. So did Edward. Nobody in the room moved as the information sunk in. Edward grabbed my hand tightly as I numbly sat down in the love seat.

Carla was one of Carlisle's closest friends. They went back all the way to England, where they were both changed. When we heard that Renesmee was in the foster system, Carlisle immediately called her up, knowing that she was a social worker. That was when we found out that Renesmee's social worker, was Carla. We asked question after question about her, and we got our answers. She understood what we wanted but told us that Renesmee didn't remember anything from when she was five- physically fifteen- which meant her time with us. But she assured us that something would happen within a month, and she'd find a way to send Nessie here.

Now Renesmee would be seven- looking to be around the age of sixteen or seventeen.

"What does this mean?" Rose asked stiffly, quietly. Emmett rubbed her shoulder, but he was gaping, too.

"Carla called and told us that Renesmee had a… Problem… in the foster home that you found her in," Carlisle told her.

"She was abused?!" Edward yelled, dropping my hand.

"What?!" I demanded.

"What do you mean by 'abused,' Carlisle?" Emmett said stiffly, his anger was evident in his face.

"She wouldn't tell us."

"Why didn't Carla tell you?" Alice demanded.

"Because she told us that it was something Renesmee should tell us. But she warned us that she wouldn't trust us for a while, if ever, so she said not to be push it."

"What else did she say?" I asked, grabbing his hand again with a squeeze.

"That Renesmee will be here tomorrow morning." He smiled at Edward and me brightly.

I laughed. Like, really laughed. And it wasn't long until everybody joined in.

Tomorrow, after two years, everything was going back to normal.

AN: So… I think I fixed everything… this is taking less time than what I thought it would, haha. For anyone who is confused, Renesmee was five when she was taken- physically 15- and is seven now- physically 16 or 17. I had to have it to where she appeared to be old enough to drive, but still be young enough to be in the foster system. You'll see why in following chapters… :)

I don't really have a favorite quote from this chapter…

Guess that's it! Please review on what you think of it now!

~Em