Hey guys srry that it has been forever since I have updated I have had family problems. But everything is good now and I should be updating regularly. Anyway since it has been so long. I have given you all 3 chapters at once. I hope you enjoy.

- bluerose818

Chapter 3

BPOV

It's been two weeks since I came to live with the Cullen's and I haven't been out of this room since. Every day at the same time Esme brings me my meals and tries to get me to come out of my room. I never talk to anyone. One of the girls, Alice I think her name is, stops by my door everyday just to talk. I can't understand her half the time but she does tell me how much she wants to truly meet me. I don't really know what to think of them. I hear them all the time though.

One of the boys is so loud and is always being yelled at. They call him Emmett and he scares me. When I hear him yell it reminds me of them. The loud voice, the shouting, all of it, during those times I am hiding under the bed, just waiting for him to burst in here and attack me.

Then there is that girl I hear. She doesn't sound friendly and even though girls don't bother me that much I know she is another one I want to stay away from, just for the fact that she can get Emmett to do whatever she wants. And if a girl like her can get someone like him to fear her that means she is so much worse. She could probably hurt me more than he could. That alone tells me I should never come out of this room.

I have yet to really hear the other three men. The Doctor works long hours I assume and when he's home he probably gets to the other girls. He is just biding his time until he's ready for me. Then the others will just lay there and listen to me scream. But I won't I will not scream anymore. I won't give him that satisfaction. I don't care how much he makes me suffer or cover it up. I will refuse to scream.

One of the other boys always comes and gets Alice to get away from my door. I don't always hear him but I know he's there. I feel it, this pull toward him. It terrifies me more than anything they ever did. I don't want to be around him, but I can't help but know when he's there. The other guy I have never heard so I know nothing about him. That's even worse than hearing them. If you don't hear them then you can't prepare yourself let alone hide and the quiet ones beat you more.

A car door slammed shut which made me jump. They are home from school. I went over to the window like I always do when I hear them come home. I pushed my blue curtains back a little and peaked out at them. They were laughing I could hear it. I have been trying to place the bodies with the voices. I don't know how well I do. I watched as the biggest man whom I think is Emmett was chasing around the two girls, Alice must be the short one because blonds are mean and the other one seems like that. The other two boys were in a deep conversation it looked like. I couldn't tell from here but the body language gave it away.

As they were going in the boy with the messy bronze hair looked up to my window like he knew I was there.

It is the same boy I saw walking across the parking lot that day.

I quickly put the curtains back in place and stepped away from the windows. I sank to the floor getting into the fetal position as I felt that pull again.

What is with him?

Did he see me?

No he couldn't have.

Why do I feel this way?

later that night

"No no, stay away from me! Please I promise I will be good, I won't be bad any more. Just don't do it, NO!" I shot up in my bed sweating and crying.

I hate when I have dreams like that. They always get to me and sometimes it's worse than when Aro and James….. Wait what's that sound. (link to song on profile to get the full experience listen while reading the nxt part)

Is that… NO it can't be, it's not possible

I haven't heard that since I was taken from my mother and father. IT ISN'T POSSIBLE I AM HALUSINATING just like I always do when too much time has passed between beatings. Last time it was the cooking, this time the song that my mom always used to play as we danced around the kitchen.

Yet it sounded too real to be fake. I looked at the digital alarm clock that read 3:00 am. I quietly and quickly pushed my covers off my body and got out of bed. Slowly I walked to the door with light steps and put my ear against it. I didn't hear any movement or sounds except that song.

So for the first time since I stepped into this room, I twisted the lock to unlock the door. The resounding click was loud on my ears. Now anyone could get to me. I shook in fear as I slowly opened the door.

NO CLOSE THE DOOR THEY WILL COME FOR YOU NOW! REMEMBER THEY GET YOUR TRUST FIRST!

I quieted my racing mind and gulped as I looked down both ways of the dark hallway and stepped out into it. The music was stronger.

I have to follow it; I have to make sure it's real. It needs to be real.

Which way do I go?

I looked down both ways again and that is when I saw the light at the end of the right side of the hall. So I put my back to the wall and slowly moved along it always aware of both ways. The music was getting louder as I got closer to the light. When I got to the end there was a stair case leading down, the same one I came up on the first day. I looked again to be sure no one was following me and ran quietly to the stairs.

Don't do this turn back now! They are probably waiting for you at the bottom knowing this would draw you out.

But I have to even if it means I will suffer

I HAVE TO KNOW!

I put my back to the wall again and slowly started to step down sideways. My eyes darted everywhere not really looking at the things, but for the people. When I made it to the curve on the stairs with only 5 more to go, I halted my movements.

He was sitting at a black baby grand piano. His eyes were closed as his fingers danced across the keys playing Clair de Lune by Debussy. I slid to the floor and brought my knees to my chest wrapping my arms around them.

He is the one playing it.

The boy with the messy hair also the one I feel that pull with.

Him? He is alone and there is only a single light on.

No one is trying to get me.

I slowly closed my eyes and let the music flow to me as I remembered my mother and the times we had before that happened.

Every Friday she would turn on Clair de Lune. She loved all classical music, but Debussy was her favorite and Clair de Lune her favorite song.

I smile and giggle as I come running into the kitchen. "Mommy, Mommy is it time?" I asked that every time but when the music started it was always time. And it was the only time I would ever call her mommy as well. Once I turned 8 I started to call her mom, but every Friday I called her mommy, because I could be a kid again, not the adult I always tried to be. I didn't know this would be the last time ever.

"Yes baby it's time," she said as she pulled me into her arms.

"Yes, I am wearing my new dress Mommy," It was the only time I would ever wear a dress. Only when we danced. Other than that I couldn't stand them.

"I see baby girl and you are surly the fairest of them all," she said.

"Nope that's Snow White. I'm Cinderella remember," I asked as we twirled around the kitchen.

"That's right baby girl, but even Cinderella was fairest of them all to." I smiled and did the dip.

A few minutes later dad came through the door with a smile.

"Where are my two lovely ladies'?" I let go of mom and ran to dad as he put his stuff down.

"Come on Daddy come dance with me," I pulled him into the kitchen. He chuckled and pulled me onto his feet. I loved it when he did that.

"As you wish Princess Isabella," he said then started to dance. I smiled. Half way through the song I got off his feet and led him to Mom.

They smiled at each other and danced happily. I was still too young to notice how mom's eyes where filled with sadness and how dad was rigid as he looked at her. I didn't notice when mom laid her head on his shoulder and silently cried as he whispered something angrily in her ear. I didn't know what the powder on the counter was or how dad always kept himself between me and mom. It wasn't until the next day that I understood what it was.

That they put on a mask for me and danced like there wasn't a problem in the world like they always did, as I imagined them as my fairytales. The perfect prince and princess who would always be together even if they fought. With a minute left in the song they both grabbed me and held me close to them. I giggled and laughed.

As the song came to an end I pushed away the last happy moment I had with my parents. I heard a sob then a jump. I realized too late as I touched my cheek the sob came from me as tears poured out my eyes and the jump came from the boy with messy hair. I slowly looked up at him and saw his green eyes for the first time looking back at me. I was terrified. Not because he caught me, but because even though my heart was pounding and my mind was telling me to run, there was something deep inside me that was willing me to stay. Something I haven't felt in 10 years, Trust.

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