"Bella" I heard, I almost didn't respond since no one called me Bella.

I kept walking until I felt a hand on my arm. I stopped as the hand pulled me back and spun to see Emmett. He was a little taller than a head taller than me.

"Bella, calm down, I think you're over reacting, Carlisle just wants to help you."

"I don't need help" I whispered angrily, as to not draw attention.

Emmett pulled us out of the middle of the walkway and to the wall.

"You do need help, you're only 14, you've had run-ins with the cops apparently, and you're so damn angry."

"I don't want to be here, of course I am angry!"

"Bella"

"No dammit" I said. "How about you go back to your family and just let me go back to mine, I can find my way from here"

"I can't do that; we would both get in trouble"

I grabbed his hands and pulled him to a corner that was between to corner stores. There was a space big enough to walk into and lean against the walls.

"Let me convince you to let me go then" I whispered seductively.

I knew enough about health to know that Emmett was probably going through puberty. I put my hands on his chest and got on my tip toes. I kissed him and he quickly kissed me back. My body pressed against his and his arms tightened around my waist, causing me to moan against his lips. I bit his bottom lip and his hips rubbed against mine.

Suddenly Emmett pushed away from me.

"Bella stop, this is wrong and it's not going to work."

"I like this"

My hand trailed from the top of his chest down to his pants where he was stirring. My tongue trailed over my lips and Emmett grabbed my wrist. Still holding on to my wrist he dragged me out the corner and through the mall. I could've screamed when I saw the cars and everyone waiting. I snatched my arm away from Emmett and stormed to the car. Without speaking I threw myself into the back seat and folded my arms.

"Sit in the front seat" Carlisle said.

"Why are you in Esme's car?" I asked angrily.

"Because we need to talk" He said. "Sit in the front seat"

I did what he said, slamming both doors behind myself. I clipped in my seatbelt and we started driving, alone.

"Bella, I'm sorry that you are so angry with me. But, you will be happy here if you just try. We will not let you leave to go back to the life you used to live"

"You have no say"

"Yes I do, what I say goes. I am your foster father, I am the boss, and you are only 14. You have no say until you turn 18"

I didn't answer because I wasn't in the mood to argue.

"Bella" Carlisle continued softly, after a long silence. "I've seen your file, I know your past"

"Well that doesn't matter" I said, unsure of how much he actually knew.

We pulled up to the house.

"You may not think that what happened all those years ago matter, but it does. I know that your hurt is what brought you to this place. We would never hurt you"

Tears filled my eyes; I knew what he was talking about.

"I don't care about that"

I got out the car and looked at Esme unlocking the front door.

"Bella" Carlisle got out the car.

"No" I yelled. "I can't care about any of that! I'm here now by force, I don't want to be here! I want to go back home!"

"To what" Carlisle asked. He didn't look mean as he continued, but it was mean. "To your pimp and his other whores?"

I flinched. "My daddy loves me" I whispered.

"You're just another one of his little girls; he'll get rid of you eventually. He doesn't love you, not the way we could love you as a family. He doesn't love you Bella"

Tears spilled from my eyes. This was the first time I cried about something emotional in a long time.

"You're the only one who doesn't love me!" I yelled. "I hate you so fucking much"

Anger coursed through my body and I clenched my fists.

I ran into the house and straight up to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me.

Esme's POV

"Carlisle, how could you?" I asked him as we sat at the dinner table alone.

Bella completely ignored me when I knocked on the door for her to eat. The rest of the kids had already finished dinner and were getting ready for bed.

"The cop said that it was best if we told her the truth. I didn't mean to hurt her so much"

"Well you better fix it, you just pushed her even further away then she already was. We may never get close to her or help her now"

"I'll try, tomorrow"