I look over at Charlie and he looks almost shy about his home. I am just happy that this man seems decent. He doesn't look like he was an alcoholic or took steroids like I was used to looking at in my home. My old home. I don't know if I will ever get used to that. This man is a cop, so at the very least he is respectable in that aspect.

I nod towards the house to indicate I am ready to go inside, and Charlie seems to not need another sign as we proceed forward toward the house. As we reach the door, he looks at me again and smiles a pleasant smile at me. He has dimples and I recognize that smile. I have the same one; at least I now know where I get it from.

"Your brothers are excited to meet you. Emmett was like a kid on candy last night, so hyper and not able to sleep. They wanted to come and pick you up as well, but I didn't want them to miss school." He speaks to me in a way he would if he were speaking to an injured child in a hospital bed. I guess in a way I am. I am his biological child, and emotional pain can be just as bad as the physical. I still don't like it though.

He gets the door open and walks inside and holds the door open for me. Well, at least he's polite. "Jasper, on the other hand, just seems nervous. A good kind of nervous that is. We cleaned up your room as best we could, but I kept catching him going back in trying to make things perfect." He is chuckling as he tells me about my other brother. Both seem nice, but only time will tell, I guess.

Charlie seems to be feeling the awkwardness that comes with someone new and with the joyous addition of that person not being able to speak I'm sure helps ease the tension. He clears his throat a few times before trying to speak again and gestures towards the staircase off to the right. "Let me show you to your room. Okay? We weren't sure what colors you like so we repainted the room just white for now until we get a color that you want. We moved Emmett up to the attic since he is bigger and can decorate however he wants and moved Jasper into Emmett's room. We thought you might like the room that faces the woods rather than a street. Both boys are happy with this. Mainly because of space. Jasper's room was the smallest but with the better view. Not that we wanted to give you the smallest room. I'm sure Jasper will happily switch back if you asked. He was so concerned he got paint on the carpet or didn't clean it enough for you and you would find the room gross since a boy lived there last."

Charlie doesn't seem to be able to stop himself from rambling till we get to the second floor landing where he again hesitates for a moment before continuing. "This first room is mine and if you ever need anything don't hesitate to come get me. The room across is where Jasper's room is now and the door on his side of the hallway is the bathroom. The last room of course is yours." We stop in front of what I suppose is my room now. Still smelling a bit of paint fumes the walls seem to be glowing with how the run is coming through the window. The room was bigger than what I had even with mom and despite the blinding white on the walls it felt comfortable. In the center was a queen size bed with a black and red comforter. It had a side table with a lamp on it and a dresser next to the door with a desk on the other side up against the wall. As I was taking in my new room I noticed why the sun was so bright, there was a curtain rod but no curtains there to delude to light.

I guess I hadn't realized how long I had been standing there until I hear Charlie once again clear his throat. "So, (pause) do you like it? Jasper moved his Asian dragon themed window cover so it looks weird to me now." He chuckles as he recalls how the room was set up before now. "I'll give you a few minutes to get settled in and then I was thinking we could run down to the hardware store and pick out a color. That way we can have that done and you can start decorating however you want. Jasper thought you might like the comforter but we can get another if you want. As soon as you know what you want to get to decorate I can give you money and you and the boys can go or we can all go and help get, you know, things."

It is actually rather amusing to see a grown man, a police officer at that, all flustered seemingly unable to help himself. I held my hand up to stop the monologue this was turning into and gave a small smile and a nod hoping he would understand that I was okay with doing whatever he wanted. He smiled in relief and turned and hurried down the stairs. I grabbed my bag and started putting my clothes in the dresser and closet before looking around. Seeing if there was anything I would change if I were brave enough to actually ask. Wishing I still had my comfy small plush chair to out in front of the window so I could settle in for a good book. Books! Aunt Kaylie said she would send the few other boxes I will have which most are literally filled with books once they are released from the custody. I guess I can make some make-shift drawers out of the suitcases for them under the bed when or if I get them.

"Isabella? Sweetie are you doing okay up there?" There is that endearment again. It makes me angry and a little sick. Who is this man that thinks it is alright to ignore my existence until my mother's murder and suddenly be all about having another child. I quickly walk out of the room and shut the door making my way down the stairs. As I was nearing the bottom of the stairs my foot snags a part of one of the stairs and I fly forwards, landing weird on my wrist and slamming my knee saved my head from hitting the ground harder than it did.

"Oh gosh Isabella!" Charlie rushes over to me and helps me up. I immediately tense up at the his touch and as soon as I'm on my feet he takes his hands away quickly sensing my extreme discomfort. His already concerned expressions became impossibly more concerned and for a moment he looks heartbroken. "Are you okay? I was meaning to fix that floor board before you got here. I'm so so sorry. Is anything broken? Do you need to go to the hospital? We will go to the hospital! We should…" once again I stop him holding my hand up. His hands we hovering over me like he wanted to check for injuries but didn't want to touch me in case I was actually hurt. He just watched me anxiously waiting for me to straighten my clothing and signed "I'm fine. Nothing broken, promise."

Charlie kept staring at me but with a little more lost look. He swallowed and took a deep breath. "Okay I have no idea what you said, let me get a notepad of something." He hurries to the living room, opened up a drawer in the secretary to retrieve a notepad and pen and brought it back to me. At this point I'm getting annoyed. I am clearly standing here just fine not bleeding or have a bone poking out, nothing. I take the objects from him trying not to touch him in the process and write down what I signed before.

"Are you sure? It's no problem to get you checked out?" He states still anxious. I nod my head firmly and just signed the word Fine. "Does that mean okay?" I sign the letters O and K and then sign fine again pointing to the word on the page. "Okay. See I can learn. No big deal." He says this as though he is reassuring himself and gestured towards the door. Back in the cruiser we sat in mostly silence. It wasn't as peaceful as before and every few minutes he would ask again if I were okay until we reached a store called The Hard Werewolf. I just sat there staring at the sign and then at Charlie who was watching me bashfully. "Yeah…. Good old Tom retired and his son took over and renamed it to this. Points for trying and creativity but (deep breath) yeah. I promise it's not all themed inside. Let's go get that paint."

We exit the car and head in and I just follow after him to the right section. Charlie steps aside and gestures to the paint samples, "So which color section are we starting in?" I point to the green section and we start looking through. I end up with a deep teal green color and an extra cover sheet. Charlie said the boys starting throwing paint at each other while painting the room white and somehow ripped up the sheet they had at the house but surprisingly didn't get any paint on the carpet. A miracle he called it.

We got back to the house got the paint upstairs and started painting. Never noticed they left the paint tape still on the doorways and window sill until after we put the new paint sheet down. About half way done with the room and I hear a noise from downstairs making me jump at the unexpected sound. I felt terrified. I was about to meet two more males who I didn't know and hadn't known about in a handful of seconds. More men who might turn on me and hurt me. Everything seemed fine so far with Charlie but no I had the crushing realization I will be living alone with not just one male, but three. Despite this I also had a small part, a part that surprised me, that was excited. The tiny sliver of hope that I might actually get along with these two guys and be able have some sort of relationship. I had always wanted a sibling but would never ask knowing the hell we were living in. No child should be a part of that and it would have be another person I had to protect. I was brought out of my thoughts by thudding from heavy footsteps.

"DAD! You here? Your car is here. Did she come? Where are you guys? DAD!" A deep voice boomed from downstairs up the stairwell.

"Emmett, stop shouting! We are upstairs painting Isabella's room. Either come help or order food for dinner tonight." Charlie yelled back at him. I'm starting to thinking this is a normal thing, everyone being loud that is and once again I feel amused. It was rather comical to see him getting after one of the boys in the same manner in which he was trying to correct. Comical really. I heard footsteps thundering up the staircase heading towards the room we were in, my room, and a figure come barreling into the room hitting the ladder I was on right to the side of the doorway. I was able to catch myself on the ladder but not the tray of paint I had resting on top of it has it flipped and now covered my very surprised brother.

Everything froze for a minute before three sets of voices start laughing hysterically. All the while I am frozen watching my brother waiting for the backlash. As I watch the two guys in my sight and listening for the voice in the hallway that I haven't seen I slowly climbed down from the ladder and tried to put some distance between me and this very tall male. The brother in my sight stood at least five foot nine to six foot easy. Not super massive but had broad shoulders that you could see were enhanced by muscles. He had been wearing an under armor long sleeve shirt and jeans and from what I saw before the paint covered his head he had sandy brown hair. He had the chocolate brown eyes that matched Charlie's and dimples that I was so used to see in the mirror.

"Aright little sis! Now give me a hug!" Emmett almost sings out and has he finishes and rushes to me I heard Charlie exclaim out to stop him but is too late. The moment the restricting arms wrapped themselves around me, my conscious retreated to my safe place in my mind. My sight went to pin pricks and then darkest welcomed me back.