Chapter 2

Secretly, Alice followed Maggie home. The girl walked two miles to a trailer park. Her house was a small, shabby, trailer with rusting wheels and peeling paint that must have been black at one point.

Maggie opened to door and was greeted by an unfriendly "Maggie Cynthia Brandon! Get your ass in here right now!"

Alice froze. No, it couldn't be true. Her brain thought back to the information she had gathered about herself. Her name had been Mary Alice Brandon, she had a sister named Cynthia whose daughter lived in Biloxi. The chances of meeting one of their descendants was incredibly low…

Her train of thought was interrupted by more yelling. "I knew I should have gotten rid of you when I had the chance! I should have left you good for nothing bitch in Mississippi with your father!"

Alice was rendered speechless. Who could say that to their child? And what's more, she was almost positive that Maggie was her great- great- niece or something like that. Thanking technology, she pulled out her iPhone and got into the Government's records. Cynthia Brandon had a son, but had later divorced the father. Her son married a woman called Diane who had a daughter named Josephine who had a daughter named Maggie. No father was listed for Maggie.

Still reeling from her discovery, she got into the 911 Turbo and sped home.

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"Alice! We were starting to worry," Jasper broke off when he felt the swirl of confused emotions coming off of her. "What happened?"

"My great- great- niece is here," Alice murmured, collapsing into his arms, grateful for his calming abilities. "Her mother is awful to her. She's, like, a junkie or something."

"Shh, shh," Jasper whispered in her ear as the rest of the family began to gather around them. "That girl you sat with at lunch?"

Alice nodded, I followed her home, heard her mom yelling at her. I could smell the heroin."

Esme was tensing up. She hated abusive parents.

"Alice, I know you'd like to help, but there's little we can do," Carlisle began, "Unless we intend to change her." Jacob frowned to show his opinion.

Alice sighed, "Can I at least take her shopping? She is in desperate need of new clothes."

Bella chuckled, "Yes, have your new victim and let me have my jeans back."

Emmett started laughing, and soon everyone had joined in.