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I could feel my legs shaking beneath me as everyone stared me down like I was a misbehaving child. "Esme" was the first to finally cut the thick silence with her words.
"Hello, Bella right?" She asked. I confusedly looked at her and slowly nodded my head.
"Can I call you "Bellsy"?" yelled the giant one. I cringed backwards and leaned against the wall and shrugged. Did it really matter? Names were just labels after all, used to describe a whole person. Whatever word represents me works. I didn't really care anymore. He beamed at me and I felt a shaky sigh rake through my body.
"How rude of us!" exclaimed Esme,
"We didn't introduce ourselves! I'm Esme,"
"Carlisle" Said the older man with a creamy deep voice. The tenor made my body go into autopilot. I fought my instincts to run and stayed planted where I was, not wanting to anger them.
"I'm Alice!" said the happy pixie who had hugged me earlier. I was still unsure about how dangerous she was, so I stiffly nodded.
"Howdy. Jasper Whitlock ma'am." Drawled the blonde one with Alice. I gasped and my legs gave out on me. I was, yet again, on the ground, staring blankly at their shoes. The southern drawl caused unnecessary memories to flood my head.
A door slammed in the distance as I cowered into the sofa. Peter must have returned.
"Oh Isabella!" He yelled cheerfully as he took off his coat and shoes. I kept my gaze straight on the television screen as he noiselessly entered the room. He stood right infront of me and grabbed my chin with unnecessary force. I whimpered and two traitor tears left my bruised eye. He wiped them away carefully with the pads of his thumbs.
"Gonna admit to the pain, Darlin'?" He cooed softly. I tried my best to shake my head no but he was still holding my jaw in place.
"Well then, I guess we'll have to change that" He snarled with an evil chuckle.
I quickly fell out of the memory as fast as it had come. My thin body was shaking with tremors as I recalled what happened that afternoon. They all tried to approach me and I shook my head vigorously hoping with all of me that they would abide and back away. They did, but not before the gorgeous blonde shot me a death glare.
"So, you're like insane or something?" She said in the snottiest voice I'd ever heard.
"Rosie!" The bear belted.
"Don't be rude!" Esme exclaimed after. Don't be rude? So what they planned for me wasn't considered "rude"? What a joke.
"What? I was just wondering why she's acting like we're going to murder her!" The ice queen said rudely. Act like it? That was probably their final quest.
"Come on hun," Esme said in a sickly-sweet voice, turning to me,
"Let's go find your room, you'll meet the rest later." She finished. I sighed, wondering how much time I would have in my "room" until they "met" me. I eagerly followed her up the stairs, glad to escape the rest of them. She led me all the way to the room I had been in before and switched on the lights.
"Pajamas are on the bed, there is water in the mini fridge, and the bathroom is in that door." She said with a creepily-sweet smile yet again.
"Don't worry about Rosalie, she's just protective." She assured me. I nodded, and she left. I stared at the closed door for long after she left. I stumbled my way over to it and turned the lock until it clicked. I sighed, relieved that I could have a room with a lock. I'd never had anything at my previous houses. Especially not the illusion of privacy, like I seemed to have here. I ignored the pajamas on the bed and layed on the expensive quilt fully clothed. One last tremor shook my body as I involuntarily fell into another fitful sleep.