5. Her Dark Past

A/N: Okay, so Carlisle and Esme are going to learn about Bella past... the "typos" by Bella are how she talks. She's only five, but she thinks very maturely. This is another sad chapter then it is time for a new age! And a happier chappie!

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"Bella, please, we want to help you," my adoptive mother, Esme, practically begged. They had wanted me to open up and tell them about my "Flashback." But I couldn't. Edward, Alice, Emmett, Jasper, and Rose were still here, and I couldn't scare them.

"Can I only tell you? It's too scawy for the rest," I whispered.

"Okay, Bella. Kids, we need to have a private conversation with Bella. Please respect her and no eavesdropping. Alright?"

"Yes, Dad. Yes, Carlisle," I heard. Then the Cullens and Hales got up, left the room, closed the door, and went up to their rooms.

"Now will you tell us, dear?" asked Esme.

"Yes, but it is a very gloomy, and maybe even scarwy, stowy.

"It's alright, darling. You can tell us," said Carlisle.

"'Kay. Well, it stats when I was about four. My fadher, Chawie, stated to come home dwunk oh high, oh bodh. And my mom, Rwenée, would be out all night, maybe cheetin on Chawie, maybe not, but I'd guess yes. Anywho, one night, Rwenée went out, and Chawie did, too. I was hopin that Rwenée would get home firwst, b'cause I was ascared 'bout what Chawie would do to me if he got home fiwrst. But he did, and he did sommetin verwy bad. He did, what oder people said, was dat he took 'way my 'youtfuw innocence.' Den, Rwenée caught him and cawled da powice for him and social services fow me. Den he stabbed her to death. I attacked him, and he swashed my arm. Da powice caught him and arrested him. Den dey took me 'way to de orphanage. Den you adopted me. And now I'm herwe."

By the time I had finished talking, Esme had started to cry. I didn't want her to cry. So I walked over to her and gave her a big hug.

"Don't crwy, momma Esme, I'm sorwy, I didn't mean to make you crwy."

She hugged me, but then she seemed shocked by something. "Did you just call me 'momma'?"

"Ya, kinda."

"Oh, Sweetie, that you so much!" she was now in tears again.

"You're welcome?" I said, but it was more of a question.

"I said thank you because you trust us enough to call us that. But I still cannot believe that someone would do that to a child!"

"Well, it happened."

"It won't again," said a teary-eyed child.

I looked to see Edward in the doorway, with tears in his eyes. I ran over to him and hugged hin tight.

"Edward! You shouldn't have hearwd that!" I practically scolded.

He continued to hold me close and whispered in my ear: "I'm gonna kill him. He won't get away with what he did. I hate him!"

I started crying, too. "Oh, Edward, you wreally awe the bestest fwriend anyone cold have! I love you!"

"I love you, too, BellaWella. You'wre my bestest fwriend, too."

I kissed him on the cheek and backed away from the hug. "I'm hungrwy," I said, trying to break the tension.

It worked. Everyone laughed. Then I was scooped up into Poppa Carlisle's arms and carried into the kitchen.

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