Daddy's little Angel, was exactly what I was in my earlier childhood days. My dad was everything to me right up until the day he was taken away from me.

Which also happen to be the day my life change; instead of being the happy go lucky eight year that I was I immediate took on the role as care taker for my mother and my elder sister, who happens to be three years older than me. Two weeks ago my dad died. He was the provider for our family and now he was gone. My father's last words to me besides 'I love you' were "take care of them baby girl."

I promised my father I would take of them. You see my mother is extremely flighty, irresponsible, and well downright childlike. Dad use to take care of everything in the house by cooking, cleaning, and making sure the bills was paid on time to keep a roof over our heads. Lord only knows if it was left up to mom to do we'll be homeless on the street. Mom and dad dated for about two years before asking for her hand in marriage. I was a honeymoon baby.

My sister and I use to be so close she even came up with the nickname 'Tumblina' for me due to my clumsiness. When I was five and I believe she was either eight or nine, our closeness began to die out. She always looked at me with disgust and resentment for some reason however I still love her whenever she would be mean to me. No matter how much I tried to get her to be nice to me she never changed her ways.

So to get away from her attitude I spent weekends at Grandma Marie until she gotten sick and had to go to a nursing home. I would also spend more time with dad helping him around the house. He would always try to include her too however she never joined use. It was through one of her moody days I learnt my father was not her dad. My sister was in a foul mood and gotten into a fight in school. When dad found out he scold her and she shouted at him to 'leave her alone. She doesn't have to listen to him because he is not her father.' Apparently before mom and dad got together, mom dated my sister's father. He abandon mom a year after my sister was born. He went to the store for a carton of cigarettes and never returned. Well at least that's the story mom tells. Dad of course was hurt by my sister's words and rejection but he always tried to never to show it around us kids. Mom of course was going through one of her many life phrases to even care.

Like I've said before it's been two weeks since dad has been gone. It's also been two weeks since laundry has been done, house been cleaned and since we've eaten a home cook meal. Taken out from the Diner well was not something I was too keen on having every day, so one day after school I took it upon myself and started doing all the household chores. Since dad always allowed me in the kitchen I guess mom didn't care too much once I started cooking plus with mom not working it saved on ordering takeout every day. My new routine after school and on weekends were to make sure we ate properly, clean the house, make sure we had clean clothes and make sure mom stayed on top of the bills.

You would think with the loss of my father Rosalie would be a bit more nicer to me, help me out or even comfort me however she only seem to get more crueler. I remember one day she said to me "Now you'll know what it's like to have your father abandon." That was the first time my sister made me cried and I knew with the way she keep treating me it surely would not be the last. That was also the first night I dreamt about my father

The park was extremely foggy as I sat in the swing dragging my feet onto the sand as I swayed back and forth.My tears were flowing freely. I felt so alone and empty. I knew my mother and sister love me but they hardly ever showed it now that the only person to ever care for me is gone. I couldn't help but to think how life wasn't fair. I looked at as I sway on the swing and saw someone approaching me. "Why are you so sad baby girl?"Even though, I couldn't see the person clearly. I knew that voice anywhere

"Because you left me daddy." I cried

"I may not be with you physically but I'm always with you here." he replied place his hand on top of mine, laying it on my heart.

My dad held me as I cried "But I need you with me they don't care about me."

Seeing my father in my dreams lessen the hurt of Rosalie's words; she wanted me to feel weak and alone however I would come to learn that I was more like my father especially when it came to masking the pain.

As the years went on I continue to hold my promise to my dad and in a weird way Rosalie actually started contributing somewhat to the household. When she was had turn thirteen years old and mom was going through her "acting phrase" Rosalie somehow gotten the attention of some casting director and began doing commercials which opened up the door to a very lucrative acting/modeling career for my sister. I'm pretty sure she starred in many of the wet dreams boys in Forks had, heck I'm even sure she starred in some for their fathers as well. The look some of the older men gave her were downright creepy and it was times like that where my mind would wonder to if dad was still alive he'll shoot perverts for even looking at one of his girls like that.

It was also around this time that her career started taking off that I started to lose a bit of myself more and more. It was like just as she became famous over night that I was no longer known as Bella Swan but as Rosalie Hales' little sister. At first I thought it was the coolest thing to have a famous sister and heck I even did some of the bragging however it's during this time I started learning the meaning of friendship and who exactly were my friends. I learned that people only became my friend to get close to my sister. No one knew the dynamics of our household though and how my sister was good at putting on a show in public to make it seem as it were actually loving siblings, or even a loving family. When we weren't under the watchful eye of others in town it was business as usual in the Swan household. The Swan was the care taker and pretty much the rest of the Swans' bitch. I say Swan and not Hale because Hale was just her stage name. My dad god bless his soul wanted to make Rosalie always feel welcome so once him and mom gotten married he also make it official that Rosalie could have his last name as well.

I'm getting a bit off topic though, with all the attention Rosalie started getting by my so called "friends" in Forks. I started spending most of my time down on The Res with The Blacks. Billy and his wife Sarah Black are actually my Godparents. They showed me so much love whenever I was down there. They have twin daughters that are the same age as me however I spent most of my time with their son Jacob who was one year older than me. I didn't have anything against the twins per say however like the rest of Forks they were too into my sister and Jacob let's just say he loathe my sister and I can assure you the feeling was mutual on my sister's end as well. All I know is that they couldn't stand each other after a childhood incident which included worms and mud pies or something along those lines.

When I wasn't taking care of things at home I spent most of my free time down at La Push and it was there I could truly be myself. I actually did things other kids my age was doing. It was down in La Push I cliff dived for the first time, partake in a Native American bonfire and storytelling, had my first crush and first kiss. I was actually truly happy for once in my life. I had found my sun in all the darkness I was going through. Silly, young and naïve me thought I was in love and had actually found my soul mate in Jacob Black; someone who looked at me and didn't see Rosalie's little sister but someone who just saw me Bella. I should have known better to think my happiness would last forever. I should have known Rosalie would find a way to bring me back to the darkness…

Author's Notes

This story will also be told mainly in Bella's point of view after all it is her story. I was however debate whether or not to do a companion story in Rosalie POV and eventually Edwards thoughts?

What do you guys think so far between the relationship between Bella and Rosalie?

What do you think Rosalie done to bring Bella back to the darkness?

First few chapters are going to be short be as the story goes along chapters will be longer

Also please look past the grammar errors I'm currently looking for a Beta. If you're one want to take on my story?

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