Authors Note: Hmmm. Funny, how when I say I will give you a sneak peek a whole whack of people come out of their little hermit shells and review.

Mother

Uh-oh. I heard someone running up behind me.

"Bella!" It was Emmett.... great. "Why did you do that?"

I guess telling him the truth would be best. "Well, she made me mad and....."

"Bella, that does you no good for you. If only gets the anger out at the moment.. If you overreact now, it can just make things worse in the long run." Yeah, sure. That's what everybody says.

"And how would you know that, Emmett?You haven't been a seventeen year old foster child, have you?"

"Actually," he said, dead serious, "I haven't. But I have been a sixteen year old foster child."

It all made sense. Esme being only about 30, Emmett being 18.... Emmett had been a foster child.

"Oh my gosh, you're serious." I knew he wouldn't be pretending about something like this. Maybe that explains all the sympathetic looks... Hahahaha. Who knew? Certainly not me. Well, that was information that I could have used yesterday!

"Bella, I really think we should do something about Tanya. It looks like you knocked her out.... by the way, nice arm. Never knew you had it in you." He said, while smirking. I laughed at what he had said. As I was laughing, I looked down at Tanya. My laughing instantly stopped. Oh. Oh. Oh. Wow.

Tanya was, well, she looked like she had just been smoked in the face. Blood flooded around her face, still leaking from her nose. So, apparently I had done worse than planned. Not like I had even planned to do anything, it kinda just happened.

All my plans to beat on her more instantly left my mind. I think it was mainly finding out about Emmett being a foster child, or it may have been seeing the damage I had done to Tanya by overreacting a tiny bit.

I had to learn to keep my temper better. This was one of the reasons I had been sent to different places. To much violence, with me causing it. And I didn't want to be away from Edward, even though I barely knew him...

Even if I was sent away, I'm sure it wouldn't be too bad. It was only about half a year until I would be 18, than I would be free from foster care. And about time! Like 14 years wasn't enough.

Felling compassionate, I reached down and checked to see Tanya's pulse. Yup, she was defiantly breathing. Feeling scared, I looked to Emmett.

"Bella, I think it would be best if we call the ambulance. You really did do something. Something you shouldn't be proud of." Emmett said, unable to hide that he actually was proud of me. Typical Emmett. He couldn't help it. I almost laughed at the thought.

"Yes, I think it would. Can you call them on your cell?"

"Sure"

*

As I was sitting on the couch, I held onto my tea a little tighter. It was 3 hours after Tanya had been brought to the hospital, and 2 hours since they had confirmed that she was fine, and it was only a 'little' blood and a small bruise beside he nose that would be gone in about a week.

Three days later

As I sat on my bed, I began to think. I didn't want to be separated from Forks for even a few months. I had too many people here, more than anywhere else. I had Esme, who loved me like I was her own daughter, Emmett, who treated me like his little sister, Alice, who acted like we were best friends since we were 5, and now Edward, who was just Edward. And that was more than enough for me.

I would have to plan everything out carefully. Not just to make sure I wasn't sent away, but to get to know Edward more. Like,, seriously, I barely knew him! But, despite that fact, I felt I loved him. And that was saying a lot. Bella Swan doesn't love many people.

Wow. Who would have thought that moving to this small town would have helped me so much, in so many ways? Sure, it had caused some problems, but those problems were insignificant in my thoughts. They just quickly happened and were done with. But the great things, they were always in my thoughts, always brightening my day.

I think this was the happiest I had ever been in my life. I didn't want anything to come and ruin my happiness. But, unfortunately, whenever something is going perfect, and you think nothing could or will bring you down, something does.

I heard the knock on our front door to the house at 12:15 on a slow, Sunday morning. Curious to see who it was, I crept downstairs to the front door. I was the first one there, which didn't surprise me, because Esme was gardening in the backyard, Carlisle was in his study working, and Emmet had left early this morning to spend the day with Rosalie. I decided I practically lived here, so it wouldn't matter if I opened the door.

God, do I ever regret doing that.

When I opened the door, I instantly knew who it was. The lady standing there had almost exactly the same features on her face as I did. Same nose, eyebrows, cheeks, everything. Even the same slightly curly brown hair. Only difference I noticed was the mouth, which had come from my father.

This was my mother.

When I looked further down her face, I noticed her size. She appeared to be at least 7 months pregnant, judging from the size of her. I did the math quickly in my head. My mom had been a stupid teen, had me when she was sixteen, so sixteen plus seventeen... that meant she was about thirty three. She was seriously going to try and have kids? I bet it was a total accident. Didn't know she had a baby growing in her until it started to show.... but what was she doing here?

How did she know I lived here? She wasn't supposed to be able to contact me unless I had wanted her to. And if I wanted her to, I would tell the foster care system, and they would let my mother know that I wanted her to know where I was. But I had never told them I wanted to see her. All my memories of her were nightmares. Everything that reminded me of her made me want to scream and cry.

"M-m-mom?" I didn't know how nervous I was until I began talking. "W-w-what are you d-doing he-here?"

"Isabella," I hated it when people called me by my first name. I hated it even more when she did. It reminded me that she had cursed me to this life for 14 years. My good mood from the past 3 days instantly vanished. "Get in the car. I am taking you home."

Yeah, sure mom. You beat me until I'm 3 years old, I get sent to foster care for 14 years, and when you show up at my front door, pregnant, I may add, demanding I go home with you, I will just happily jump into the car and be a bundle of joy. Right. Sure. Of course. Why would I ever have thought anything else?

This bubbled my anger over the top. As much as I wanted to have a repeat of what I did to Tanya, and just punch her in the face, I had promised myself not to. And I didn't want to start breaking my promises. That would just ruin everything.

"No. Stay away from me mom." Quickly after I said that, she reached out and grabbed my arm. I slapped her hand off of me, knowing I could easily beat her if I tried.

"Excuse me," said a voice from behind me, which I instantly recognized as Carlisle, "please take your hands off of Bella."

Authors Note: Hehehehe. Cliffy. How you like me now? So, if I get lots of reviews I will post sometime tonight or tomorrow. If not, you might have to wait a while....... no sneak peek this time, only early update. So you better review! I could keep all the chapters hostage and only give them to people who review... doesn't seem like a bad idea....

- Emma :) -