So I got the writing bug and decided to start a new story! But first a quick update on my daughter for those of you who have read my other story!

My five year old daughter Addliegh is CANCER FREE! After Christmas we had surgery to remove the tumor from her liver and she is on the road to a quick recovery! Thank you to all of the people who prayed for her health and safety. My husband and I cannot thank you enough!

Now onto the story!

Conquering Fear

Fear is a four letter word. To most people in this world fear has little meaning, like making sure you check under your bed for monster or being extra careful while driving out of fear of an accident. But to few people fear is an real, its that gut wrenching feeling you get in the pit of your stomach. To those few unlucky people, they would do anything to stop that feeling of total helplessness. I am one of those people.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan and I am 17 Years old. Most kids my age are in high school, going to parties, finding there first loves... Not me. You see when when I was two my step-father Phil kidnapped my mother and I and took us to a tiny cabin in the woods right off the trails of Forks, Washington. I dont remember going there or what happend but my mother told me that Phil was in trouble so he felt we needed to go into hiding. Coward right? So anyway he took us from our home in Pheonix and fled. Growing up I never left the cabin, Phil would bring us food and fire wood and that was it we just survived until two years ago. My mother became seriously ill and no matter how much I begged and cried Phil wouldnt go get help. Once she got worse so badly that she could hardly breathe Phil took her out of the house and told me to stay put, he said he was putting her out of misery. I was so distraught at the thought of being in the woods alone with out my mother that I listened. I had know idea that putting her out of her miser meant burying her while she was still alive...

But life goes on right... atleast thats what Phil. I didnt time to mourn my loss because the day after she died I became her. To Phil I was new house cleaner, the new dinner cooker, and his new wife. I was 15 and half the first night he climbed into my cot and raped me. But hey life goes on right? The rapings became a normal occurrence, every few nights just to get his fill. That went for about a year and a half until a few days when Phil had an accident. One slip in the snow, one miss step and just like that my troubles were gone. Or so I thought. I tried to get out as fast as I could to find help. No not for Phil for me.

Because Im pregnant.

With my dead step-fathers baby.

And I started labor this morning.

Trying to run for help in a snow covered forest when you've never been outside in 15 odd years is a bitch. Having contractions every five minutes just adds to the agony. But after walking for about an hour I see a house, a huge white house on the river, hopefully someone is there who can help me.

Please review and tell me if I should continue. I bet you all can take a wild guess as to who lives in the big white house!