After an hour of playing, we got board. "Well its Friday, what do you want to do, pass a football?" He smiled.

"I cant go outside." I told him, plus my ribs were hurting.

I looked at Emmett and he was thinking. I got up and went to the window, looking out it, "Will you tell me about life before you came my brother?" He asked, I sighed and sat on the window ledge, looking across there huge garden, Emmett sat across from me.

"Well, James, he is my biological father and Elizabeth is my biological mother. James used to make me steal and do things like if he shot someone and they died, I would hold open the body bag and help him burry it in the woods, he made me steal and deliver drugs to flat 111, he beat me up if I didn't do something right. He burned me with his cigarette . . ." I pointed to the little burns on my arms.

"What did you do wrong?" He asked.

"If didn't do things his way, if I talked to someone, if I put my t-shirt on the wrong way, if I slept six hours instead of four, if I didn't answer when he asked a question, if I laughed or was happy. He broke my arm for walking into the living room and interrupting his TV show." Emmett looked at me with a sad expression on his face.

"They aren't bad things, they are normal things that happen. Why did he do that to you?"

I didn't answer, not because I didn't want to but because I didn't know the answer.

I was about to say something but stopped.

Luckily Emmett dropped the subject. "Want to go ask mom about designing your room?" I nodded and walked behind him as he lead us to his parents room, Esme and Alice were sitting on the bed, watching TV. A cookery show.

"Mom can we talk to you and Alice about something?" He asked.

Esme switched off the TV giving us her full attention. "Well we need to design Edward's room." They both nodded.

"I was actually going to do that after your first week of school, to see what you like and dislike. Is it okay to leave it till then?"

"Yeah sure." I said, Emmett nodding in agreement.

"Okay, what do you guys want for dinner?" She asked,

Alice smiled. "Can we have pasta?"

I watched as Esme looked at me. "I don't mind, anything is fine."

"Well I for one, would love to have pasta, you make the best past ever." He smiled at his mom.

"Okay pasta it is, Emmett do you want the tomato sauce with beef or just plain tomato sauce?"

"Tomato sauce with beef." He replied.

"Yeah just make the beef tomato sauce." Alice told her, I nodded in agreement.

Esme went to cook while we all went into Alice's room, it was cool, but totally not my taste. Her walls were pink and she had posters of dancers on her wall, some I knew from overhearing James's conversations. I saw her ballet stuff hanging in her walk in closet, Alice sat on her bed and Emmett took her chair. I sat on the floor. I watched her look at me, she must have noticed my beaten body.

"What?" I asked. She was staring at me for five minutes and I was getting uncomfortable.

"Its just that your bruises and burns look like they hurt a lot, do they?"

"Kind of, but there better than what they were, trust me."

She nodded and sat back on her bed, propping herself up by her elbow. "So Emmett should we tell Edward about school?" He nodded and smiled.

"Well sign yourself up for all sports, girls love that and when you get hurt they gush over you." I rolled my eyes, I was ten. "Well sports is great, but if you want to dance, I would recommend break dancing/street dance, that way you wont get bullied for doing something girlie." He said.

"Always do your homework or you will get detention." Emmett rolled his eyes and Alice stuck her tongue out at him. "Never let any other kid walk all over you, it shows the bullies that they can have power over you, Emmett and I will help you out with that. Always do your science homework if you have Mrs. Potter, she will not give you a second chance if you forget it." I nodded.

"So are you going to be in my grade?" I asked her.

"Yes, every class probably. But after school activities, no, you will probably be with Emmett." I smiled.

"So are you excited to start school?" She looked at me, a wide smile on her face.

"Yeah. I am sure it will be fun."

I heard my name being called and I walked out of Alice's room, Carlisle was there, I hugged myself to him. "Edward how are you?"

"Good thank you." I looked up at him.

"Can you come up to my office, I have to put that medicated cream on your burns." I nodded and followed him up there.

I sat on one of his chairs that was high up, he stood up and opened a bottle, I took off my t-shirt so he could look at my ribs, I looked down at the two shock marks, they were red and located on the right hand side of my chest. I sighed, Carlisle noticed my discomfort and looked at me, a smile on his face, it was a weak smile and I knew he didn't like seeing me this way. I debated in my head if I should tell him the story or not.

"Carlisle?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Do you know were I got this?" I pointed to the red scar on my chest.

"No but I would like to know."

"Well when I was a year old, Elizabeth was doing cocaine and I couldn't breath because of all the inhalation that I was breathing when she was making it. Well I collapsed and she brought me to the hospital, they shocked me twice to keep me alive. Sometimes I wished I died back then but now I am glad I didn't, because I met you and your amazing family." He smiled.

"Edward its your family as well." He told me.

"I know, and I love that you're my dad." I whispered, looking at him shyly. He smiled and hugged me, I hugged him back tightly. He got back to work on giving me his medicine and I thanked him, going off to search for Emmett.

That night dinner was amazing, mom made the best pasta ever. My parents tucked me into bed, wishing me a good night sleep and I knew I belonged here forever. I would fight to stay here, whatever it cost me . . .