The Cullen Karaoke

Just What You Need

Bella POV

I must have been day dreaming because I didn't feel the large cold hands pick me up and head up the stairs. I turned my head slightly to see who had me. Carlisle. He was heading up the stairs where my bedroom was but, hey, he walked right past it, we're going further down the hall. When we stopped in front of a large mahogany door, Esme popped out from behind Carlisle opening the door, and walking in. Their bedroom.

I began to struggle a little to get out my father's arms, but he held me close while sitting on the bed. I finally pulled lose and walked leisurely to the door. "What's wrong baby girl?" Carlisle asked. I turned slowly to look at him and my mother. "One: I'm to heavy to be carried around everywhere. Two: I don't want to bother you guys. And three: You probably have something much better to do that worry about me." I opened the door and crossed my arms over my chest, getting ready to walk out when I felt Esme's hand on my shoulder, keeping me in place.

I look at Esme's golden eyes, and saw, hurt, love, and admiration. I looked over to Carlisle's golden eyes, and saw, hurt, love, admiration, and awe. Carlisle still sat on the bed cross-legged spoke, "One: You are never to heavy or to old to carry around everywhere. Two: You're certainly not bothering us. We want you in here. And three: You come first, ahead of everything else in the world, just like your brothers and sisters. We never have anything better to do than spend time with all of our children especially our youngest daughter!" I was lost in Carlisle's speech not knowing Esme had carried me over to the bed, and placed me in between them while Carlisle talked.

I felt tears brim my chocolate eyes, but not out of sadness, more like joy. They didn't mind, they really wanted me around them. They didn't see me as a bother as I saw myself. I was really wanted by these inhumanly beautiful creatures, they want me, a plain Jane! Unbelievable! I didn't know my tears spilled over until I felt two sets of hands wiping my tears from my cheeks with their thumbs. I smiled shyly and raise my hand to rubbed my eyes with my sleeve. My sleeve fell slightly, and I heard Esme gasp to the right of me. Oh no, she's seen my disgusting defence marks, she isn't gonna love me anymore now. I have gave up trying to slow the flow of my panic tears, and just curled into Carlisle's side, moving as far away from Esme as possible. I feel like such a burden. Heck, I am a burden. I felt Carlisle wrap his arms tightly around me, and Esme began to reach out for me, but I jumped up in fright and took off for my room, the door shut, and locking it. Why me? Why did I have to be the abused little kid and have to defend myself against my so called 'father' and then here is Carlisle and Esme, that took me in, and didn't know anything of my defence marks. I walked to my window seat where my keyboard lay, along with my drums, bongos, and a random sound track I had. Still, none of the Cullen's knew I owned this stuff. At least, I hope, they didn't. I sat down, and blocked everything out, releasing a shuddered breathe, and began to play and sing.

"Oh, what the shell she says, I just can't win for losing and she lays back down."

My tears were falling now. Great. Not!

"Man, there are so many times, I don't know what I'm doing, like I don't know now."

I feel nothing now. Just the music flowing through my veins.

Esme POV

I looked at Carlisle in dibelief. My daughter, OUR DAUGHTER, has been through to much. The scars show the strength and bravery she held through all the pain she was forced into. "C-Carlisle." I shuddered while dry-sobbing. He shushed me gently, and pulled me into him arms.

"By the light of the moon she rubs her eyes, says it's funny how the night can make you blind."

I turned over in Carlisle's arms, and said, "she must have her radio on. Let's go talk to her." I pulled Carlisle off the bed with me, and we made our way to our daughters bedroom in less than a second, and knocked on her door. No answer. I opened the down quietly, and slipped in with Carlisle behind me. Our daughters back was to us, so we sat on her bed and listened. It wasn't the radio. It was HER voice and HER instruments.