"No! No more, no more, not again! PLEASE!" I pleaded to the faceless men with my rough, coarse voice. I could never see their faces, just shadows, it was too dark.

They moved closer, bringing with them the reason of my voice. Boiling water. They liked hearing my try and scream and instead spitting out the blood of my throat. They loved to torture and mutilate me. I t was their kind of fun, the only thing I've known since I was seven.

I tried to push myself into the wall, to make myself disappear into the stone cold walls of the corner I call home.

"Push her head back, Joe" The one with the large mug of water ordered.

"Sure thing, Joseph!" He stepped up to me and pulled my head back roughly be the hair.

"Joey, Joe, which one of you would like to have the honour today?" He said with a sarcastic smile. Knowing they'd both say yes and he'd get to do it anyway. After he did so, the hand in my hair tightened. I knew what would happen now. Joseph moved closer to me, taking the steaming cup, which he needed a cloth to hold it with, and put it an inch from my face. Even from that distance I could feel the scorching heat, knew what it would do to me and keep me from doing. He placed his other hand on my jaw and pushed inward. I struggled, but not much, I didn't have much strength after not eating for three days straight. Unable to keep my mouth shut, it popped open involuntarily.

"Don't worry little Isabella, this won't hurt.... For too long!" He started laughing hysterically as the liquid fell in a sparkling, steaming stream-

"Isabella! Wake up, now! We have my council lunch today. I need you to make our meal."

My current foster mother was now shaking me awake from my usual nightmare. Mrs. Newton wasn't the worst one I've had to far. And I've been going through foster homes for eight years. She just wanted me for cooking, cleaning and other household stuff. As long as I did what she asked I didn't get beaten. Or at least, not very much. Most of my other foster parents just beat me for fun. At least she let me eat everyday, unlike my last home. She was staring at me right now. Oh right she was waiting for me to answer her.

"Yes, ma'am. Of course, I'll be down in five minutes or less." I responded, knowing she doesn't tolerate tardiness.

"See that you are!" She snapped leaving the cellar I slept and lived in.

Sitting up slowly I looked around. Four stone walls looked back. Nope, nothing has changed. I got up and walked to the small bag in one corner and started to take out an old pair of jeans, but I was roughly pulled back and turned around. It was the Newtons' son, Mike. I never really liked or trusted him. He seemed to look at me weirdly. Now I knew why.

As he pushed me against the stone behind me, I saw the gleam in his eyes. Lust.

"Hello, Isabella. I think I'd like to talk to you for a minute. I haven't had nearly enough time to do that in the first month you've been here." I opened my mouth to scream, but he covered it with his hand. "Now, now, Isabella. You don't need to go and do that, I know how much you want this, I really do! I've seen the way you look at me." I glared at him with disgust, and a little bit of fear. I only had on a small pair of biking short and a thin T-shirt on from sleeping. He backhanded me when I started to struggle. "Don't pretend Izzy. That's your new nick name, just between me a you. My pet name for you because that's what you're gonna be. MY pet."

He knocked my head just hard enough to make me need a moment to collect my self. As I did he quickly closed and locked the door. I could feel the fear wanting to break out, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I wouldn't make any noise at all, then maybe he'll find me too boring. I hope.

I was wrong.

He stalked towards me and grabbed my arm to throw me to the ground. I knew there'd be bruises in the morning. Putting his foot on my stomach, he leaned in close enough for me to smell his rancid breath and said, "For as long as you live here, you are MINE." Before I passed out from the pain.

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~~* Carlisle's POV*~~ {2 Years later}

I knew Rosalie wasn't too happy abous taking in foster kids again, but I had hoped she's be used to it by now. We've been doing it for nine and a half months. But it's always the same thing. And it's time to start again.

"Kids, I have to tell you something." I said softly. They'd still hear me. A second later they were in front of me.

"Another one?" Edward asked. Stop reading my mind Edward. You should know better by now. He looked at me with a smirk, "Sorry, Carlisle, just a habit"

"YEEEESSS!! It's a girl! We're finally taking in a girl! Thank you Carlisle, You're the best!" Alice screeched beside Edward. I wish they'd stop doing that. It's get's annoying after a while.

"I'm getting a baby sister? Sounds like fun! Now Alice can drag her shopping and not take us guys all the time!" Emmet smiled. He will always be himself. He stretched and put an arm around Rose's shoulders. She just kept looking down.

"Carlisle," My life, Esme called quietly, "Are you sure we're ready for another so soon. I mean, we just finished cleaning up the mess those twins made. I don't think they'll trust us after what they did."

"He already talked to them Esme. They said the twins do that at any house they're in, it wasn't our fault. Now they're making sure to give us a well behaved kid. And apparently," Edward told us, then looked at Alice, "That kid is a girl."

Okay so this is my very first fanfiction story. I hope my grammar and spelling are okay!!!!!

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