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My Bronze Haired Angel

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10. 10. Finding Out

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Bella’s POV

Edward put me in his bed. It felt so nice. I’d been sleeping on concrete for two weeks and his bed, or even his floor, would feel like heaven. I stretched my legs and curled up into a ball on his bed. He watched me the whole night and I dreamt that I was back when I was little and my real dad was still alive.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a dull grey of Phil’s basement ceiling. ‘NO!’ I thought angrily. I was at the Cullen’s. They loved me. It wasn’t a dream, was it? I realized my stomach wasn’t growling. So it couldn’t have been a dream. Phil stomped down the stairs with his belt in his hand. I started shaking and my heart hammered against my chest. I was breathing so hard, black dots covered my vision. ‘No. Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out.’ I thought to myself. When it all went black…

I opened my eyes and saw Edwards topaz eyes staring back at me. “Bella, are you all right. Were you having a nightmare?” He asked, his face full of concern. I sat up and hugged him and he hugged my back. He was hard, but he was comforting. I started crying and he just hugged me harder. "I don't wanna go back. Don't ever make me go back." I begged him.

"Don't worry Bella. You won't have to." He reasured me. "Come on. Let's go get you some breakfast." I nodded, my stomach growling softly in agreement. As we walked down the hall, I thought to myself. 'Happy Birthday, Bella. You are now thirteen.' I always kept track of how old I was. But I didn't want to tell the Cullen's yet. In case I had to go back...

Edward led me to the kitchen where a big cake was sitting on the table. 'I wonder who else shares my birthday?' I wondered to myself. It was a big cake, with pink frosting. A banner hung above the table that said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELLA! In huge letters. It made me feel good that I got to have a cake.

"How d-did you k-know that it was m-my birthday?" I asked. Esme looked at me with a huge smile on her face and then she looked at Carlisle and Alice. Then Jasper and Emmett. The beautiful lady wasn't there.

"Bella," Esme started out slowly and I got a feeling of dread. That was the same tone Edward used when he told me I had to go back to Phil. My heart started to race and my face got hot. "Would you mind if, well, we adopted you?" Esme asked, her smile slowly shrinking as she say my face get red. I was about to beg and plead with them to not send me back, when one word hit my brain before the rest of what she said: adopt... They wanted to adopt ME? "Why... why w-would you want to do t-that?" I asked, afraid that this was all some sick joke and that if I got to excited then they were going to jerk it out from under me with a "Just Kidding," type thing.

"Honey. I.. I love you and I care about you and I want you to be happy," She pause and said quietly, "Here." My heart started to beat alittle faster. She said she loved me. ME! The horrible child that diserved to die.

"I- I'd like to live here." I whispered to low for anyone to hear, "But what if she realizes how bad I am and gives me back?" I wondered out loud, but quietly.

"Bella, you're not bad. Just, mistreated." Jasper said to me and gave me a smile. I smiled back, not realizing that he shouldn't have heard that from acrossed the room. I nodded my head and said louder, "I'd like to live here, very much." Esme smiled and gave me a big hug.

"It's offical then. I just need to give the adoption agency the papers." Esme said quickly and left the room.

"Bella, Would you like some cake?" Carlisle asked, and I nodded softly. He gave me a big slice and I sat down and ate it slowly, remembering the flaver and texture of it in my mouth. I looked around and everyone stood around the room looking unsure of what they should do.

"Why aren't you guys eating?" I asked anyone in general. Edward advoided my question by asking if I wanted some more. I shook my head and turned to Emmett. I asked him in the sweetest voice I could muster. I tryed to imitate my cousin, Rayle, when she would come over to Phil's with her family for holidays. They were the only people who knew about me. Rayle's dad was Phil's twin and was just as cold hearted who married a cold hearted woman and had a child that was evil. She would lie to Phil to get me into trouble. For some reason, she loved to see me get hit acrossed the face by her mom, who always wore rings, or kicked to were I was blue by her dad, or when Phil wouldn't feed me when they ate together, a big feast (Rayle's mom is a cook) and Phil would make me watch. She would use a sweet voice that anyone would believe.

Emmett looked at me, then Edward, then Jasper, then Carlisle, then back to me and looked sadly at me. I cocked my head slightly to the left, "Please?" He was about to give in, when Edward spoke up. "Bella, we are vampires." That's when I blacked out, for the second time in two days...