Ok, nobody exactly said anything about the longer chapter so I will just take that as nobody opposes =) So here is the next chapter and there is finally some action… Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Only Stephenie Meyer has the right to call Twilight her own…

Chapter 13

Esme POV

Oh today was torture! How is a mother supposed to feel when she gains a daughter for a few days only to loose her for ten years? And how do you suppose a mother should feel when all her other children are going to school with the sole purpose of finding out whether your long lost child remembers you? Oh I am getting a vampire headache if that's even possible…

I re-painted the whole house today. What else was I meant to do? Carlisle has work and the children have school to keep them busy. I wanted to do some construction work, but we didn't have the correct materials so I decided to paint. I hope the children won't mind.

I glanced at the clock for the twentieth time in the past five minutes. The children will be home soon and needless to day, I am incredibly anxious. Suddenly, my ears pricked with the familiar sound of tyres on gravel. Oh! They're here! I ran straight to the porch; eagerly waiting them.

When they came out of the car, they all had a sad expression on their faces. Oh no… Edward's face held a sad smile,

"Honestly Esme, I could hear your worried thoughts from a mile away." He attempted to lighten the atmosphere. "By the way, what colour is my room?"
"Cream" I stated emotionless and Edward sighed.
"Come on Esme, let's wait for Carlisle." I nodded, I needed my husband by my side.
"He will be here in exactly two minutes." Alice announced glumly. Oh god. What happened that would even make Alice upset? Jasper sent me calming waves.

When Carlisle arrived and saw me frozen on our porch, he was immediately at my side. "What's wrong?" he asked alarmed.
"Carlisle don't worry. Nothing too bad." Jasper soothed forcing calm upon us.
"Come on, let's go to the dining room." Emmett took the initiative. We were all in the dining room in a matter of seconds. There was a numbing silence before Emmett decided to break it,

"She doesn't remember us and is a social outcast at school." That seemed to open the flood gate as everybody started talking.

"She is always alone in a corner and nobody talks to her!" Alice practically wailed.
"When she was upset and we went to comfort her, she was so confused! She isn't used to people taking car of her!" Rosalie sobbed and they all nodded. She wasn't loved? That broke my heart.
"She isn't used to conversation either, she stutters all the time." Emmett told us.
"She was so shocked when she saw us and her emotions were always hopeless." Jasper cried brokenly; loosing all composure. He loved his baby sister as much as the rest of us…

Edward just stayed silent. All was chaos until Carlisle took his father figure and yelled,
"ENOUGH!" everybody flinched at the loud noise.
"It's all true." Edward finally whispered.
"What?" I asked my voice breaking. Carlisle squeezed my hand.
"Everything they have said is true. She doesn't remember us, she isn't used to physical interaction but she is still our Bella. I can feel it."
Carlisle's voice was strained with emotion, "Ok, here is the plan; your job is to make her feel loved. Care for her, protect her. Id need be, we will just remain friends. Its her choice and we will tell her that we were the ones who found her when the time is right." By now, Jasper had calmed down enough to work on calming the family. With new resolve, we nodded.

Nobody should feel unloved. Especially Bella, our sweet Bella.

Bella POV

I walked home as quickly as my injuries would allow me to. Luck was on my side as Marc's car wasn't in the driveway. I thanked whatever god was out there for this tiny break in never-ending disasters. I entered the house and decided to make lasagne. Not that I would be eating it, but Marc will be happy.

I used to love to cook with Jane. Of course, I would mostly just throw flower around, but making cookies every Friday was always the highlight of my week. However, now, when I needed to rush and it had to be absolutely perfect in fear of another beating, well let's jus say that there isn't much enjoyment anymore.

I made the lasagne and was finished by 17.50 which was perfect as Marc comes home at 18.00. I served his dinner and set the table for one. After that, I went upstairs to do my homework; if Marc needed me, he would call. When I finished, I checked the clock and it read 19.00. I quickly ran down to put Marc's plate in the oven; a cold meal was never appreciated.

I returned to my room and decided that since I had the time, I should attend to my wounds as much as I could. I gingerly took off my shirt and decided that my ribs were the most pressing issue. I tenderly prodded them and hissed in pain. I bound them and then continued to smear arnica all over my body; all over my bruises. Once I saw that I was as decent as I could get, I pulled my shirt back on. It was at this point that I heard the door open downstairs; 20.00.

"Izzzzzzabella." Marc slurred. Oh great, he is drunk. "Where's my dinner?"
"Sorry Marc, I just put it in the oven to keep it warm." I mumbled while scurrying to the kitchen to retrieve his dinner. As I passed him, he pinned me to the wall roughly.

"Well that's ok dawwwwling, I'm not that hungry." He then proceeded to hold my arms above my head with one hand while he used the other to rub my thighs. I started to panic; Marc had never done this. "R-really, please just let me go get it." I stuttered.
"Naah…" his hand moved to my inner thigh and he started placing sloppy kisses all over my neck. I struggled under his grip and tried to break free, but he just stopped to punch me in the stomach, I doubled over in pain.
"Tut tut Isabellllllla… I don't want to hurrrt you." He then slammed his mouth full force on mine and moved his hand up my shirt. I tried to squiggle out of his grip once again and I kept my mouth firmly shut until he squeezed my wrists so hard I gasped in pain which was what he wanted as I unwillingly granted his passage to my mouth; he shoved his tongue in my mouth. I froze.

He them grabbed my shoulders and threw me on to the couch before following himself. I cried as he landed on my broken ribs. He squeezed my breasts roughly, causing another cry, "You better get used to this Izzy." He started kissing my chest until he abruptly slumped over me. I quickly shoved him to the ground; he had passed out. I ran upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom, sliding down the door, trying to gain my breath.

I turned the shower on at the hottest temperature and jumped in with my underwear still on. I started scrubbing my skin as hard as I could. I rubbed it raw, but I didn't care, the only thing going through my mind was, 'Dirty, dirty, dirty…' Eventually I realised that I couldn't get any cleaner and looking down at my bruised and bleeding body, I realised that my first impulse was stupid. I quickly ran into my room noticing the loud snores echoing downstairs. I shut the door before falling into a fitful sleep.

Soooo… Ye, just a warning, although it might be close, there will be NO rape in my story. I hope you found this chapter a bit more exciting. Warn me if I am going too slow because you are the readers and I want to please you. So don't be afraid to leave constructive criticism. Anyway, thanks for reading!