Author: AliceEsme123 PM
Violet May is not your normal girl she is an eight year old who has been through a lot in her short lifetime. when she finds a certain family ... *cough CULLENS cough* ... will she feel at home? Warning - talking about abuseRated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Esme & Carlisle - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,160 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 06-06-10 - Published: 06-03-10 - id: 6022115
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Disclaimer – Me don't own Twilight… wish I did but I don't….
Violet May was not your normal, average girl. Nope. She lives in a house full of vampires. How? You ask. Well here's Violet's story
Yet again it was another day in the orphanage. I have been here 2 years and every day is almost the same. A family comes in looking for a child and think they want an older child like me, but then one of the screaming brats comes in and they turn their attention to them. I was brought to the orphanage when I was six years old. So yes now I am eight. I have seen things no eight year old should see until they are at least in high school. My mother died in front of me. And then my father blamed me for it and raped and abused me every day of my life after mom died.
Today was different though. For some reason I had this feeling something big was going to happen today. Maybe today would be my day to get out of here.
I heard open the squeaky front door and welcome a family into the orphanage. Normally I sit on the front desk and talk to Mrs. Rawlings but today was different. I was sitting on the steps as soon as you walk in the door. I was drawing in my sketch pad I bought with my cleaning money. A flower. How can an abused child draw such happy things you ask? Simple, I have blocked out all emotions from showing to the world. Inside I am a little tiny scared girl who needs to be loved and cared for but on the outside I am a girl who can fend for herself. I looked up and saw the most beautiful people I have ever seen in my life. 7 of them too! Each different but somehow alike. I stand up when Mrs. Rawlings says my name.
"Yes?" I answer.
"This is the Cullen Family. And they would like to speak with you."
"Yes ma'am… how about in the reading room? The smaller kids are in the back yard."
"Of course! Wherever you wish." She said as she wandered off.
"Please follow me." I say to the Cullens
They all nodded and walked behind me as I walked up the steps and down the hall to the second door on the left.
"This is the reading room. We can talk here." I tell the beautiful people.
"Alright." A man in a button up Polo shirt with blonde hair said. He must be the father. I shudder and scoot away from him.
"U…Um we…we can sit here." I gesture to the long table.
Ok did you like it? I just had this random little thought pop into my head… I like constructive criticism but can you try to be kinda nice? Thanks! REVIEW