![]() ![]() My mother and sister were all that I had left and I vowed the protect them, even if it meant giving up my own life."īella stiffened, but nodded for you to continue. To make things worse, my father passed away shortly after. But their efforts failed, as they ended up being sold away to another plantation. My brothers made sure his share of work was done, so we could stay together. "By the time I was 16, my father grew very sick. We could hear them crying and screaming every night we were in the house, but we couldn’t do anything to help.“ You stare out the window recalling the painful memory, then turn your attention back to Bella. The master would take turns with the older house servants and rape them. My parents were so relieved as we didn’t have to do that much work as a field slaves,” You shook your head. But as my sister and I grew older, we became…appealing to the master so we became house servants. “I was put to work in the fields by the time I was 6. It was a very different time.” You nodded your head sadly. “You were born into slavery.” Bella finished, with a horrified expression on her face. ![]() It didn’t take me long to realize that-,” My family wasn’t like your typical one because we lived on a plantation. “Although I am content with it now, my life didn’t always match my demeanor. I don’t mind telling you.” Bella looked up, slightly relieved, anticipating what you were going to say next. Edward wasn’t lying when he said you were curious about everything. You took a deep breath, and smiled at her. “Honestly, I’m curious about you is what I’m trying to say.” Bella looked down at her shoes, nervously. You aren’t macho like Emmett or overprotective like Edward. From an outsiders view, you seem,” She hesitated. You sat your mug down and turned to face her. I kind of didn’t come here to see Edward, but mostly came here to talk with you.” She admitted, peaking your interest. “Is something wrong?” You asked, concerned. Glancing at her, you could sense that something else was bothering her. “Thanks, (yn).” She said, sitting across from you in a single chair. Truth be told, Bella reminded you of yourself from your human life. You’d be damned if you treat Bella how others treated you, as no one deserved that. Hate was all you received growing up, and you’d seen the damage it has done. After all, she did nothing to you and, unlike Rosalie, hating her was not an option. You had neutral feelings about Bella when you first met her, but when you discovered how much she made your brother Edward happy, you accepted it. You can wait here with me if you’d like.” You finished. “Hey, Bella.” You greeted, sipping your tea, not looking at the door. The sound of a door opening disturbed your thoughts The scent of the person’s blood identifying the intruder. That was the metaphor of how your life went, and with your centuries of existence, was doubt extensive. When it doesn’t, however, people grow concerned. Rain was insignificant in the town, as it happened all the time. ![]() You chuckled at the thought.ĭays like these you adored the most, and they came often in Forks. You watched as it slid down until it reached the bottom of the glass, sipping your tea.Īlthough you had the strength and ability to destroy almost anything, it gave you great pleasure to do just the opposite of that-to appreciate the little things. Originally posted by those-sweet-beginningsĪs you sat on the living room couch in the Cullen household, beads of rain poured onto the glass pane. Imagine reflecting on your life and how you met Jasper. Warning: This does touch on some suggestive and triggering themes Never fear I am coming up with another part to Mrs. This is a twilight fic, I wanted to try one. A/N: This is something I came up with in my sleep. ![]()
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