Their Bella

Chapter 1

Isabella's POV:

I was running late. Running late was not good. If I was running late, I would get a beating, and I already have a multitude of injuries. I had accumulated some bruised ribs from when he kicked me, hand prints around my neck from when he tried to strangle me, and a hand print around my wrist from him grabbing me. Thankfully, I could cover my bruises with concealer and mask my pain with pain relieving pills, so no one asked me about the condition I was in.

I had to stay after school to work on  project for biology class and then I lost track of time. By the time I walked from the library to the house it was 7pm, after the specified time I was supposed to make dinner. When I got home I would definitely be in trouble.

I finally arrived at the house as silence echoed through the building. The sound that usually resonated through the house, consisted of the television's sports channel and the clinking of beer bottles. Tom was typically sitting on the broken down couch and yelling at me. 

As I further explored the home it was disturbingly empty. I walked into Tom's room and it was dirty, as usual, but also cold. Tom kept the house cold, unless he was here, whenever he left he turned the heat off. It was currently the middle of October in Massachusetts, so it was quite cold. I walked all through the house, but Tom was no where to be found. 

I was suddenly jolted out of my train of thought when a knock sounded on the door. I walked over to the door and opened it, only to be faced with a pair of police officers. They both had stern, but compassionate, expressions on their faces. The last time I was faced with this situation I was informed that my mother was dead, and I was stuck with my traitorous father, Tom. The years of abuse I suffered under his care is why I no longer addressed him as Dad.

"What can I do for you officers?" I kindly asked.

"Are you Isabella Bishop?" the taller officer asked. 

"Yes, is everything alright?" I asked once again.

"Your father Thomas Bishop was killed earlier tonight in a drug deal gone wrong." the officer continued, "We need to collect you since you are a minor and find any other family, or you'll be placed in foster care."

"I have no other family. It was always just my mom and dad." I explained. It was true my entire life I never met any family. Mom told me her parents were dead and that she was an only child. Tom always told me that he was disowned by his family.

"Well, you need to come with us to the station. Please go pack a bag with your clothes and everything else you'll need." the other officer instructed.

I walked away from the front door and to my bedroom. I went over to my mattress that laid on the floor. Underneath I had a picture of my mom with someone who I assumed was her father or another member of her family, that she never mentioned. I assumed this because in the picture my mother and the man look very friendly, and he had the same black hair, blue eyes, and freckles as me. Whoever it was I had the feeling that I should keep the picture.

After grabbing the picture I made my way over to the corner of the room where I had my stack of clothes. The only clothes I own are two sweatshirts, a pair of jeans, a pair of leggings, seven pairs of underwear, one bra, and three shirts. I quickly shoved the small amount of clothing into a small backpack I had, before walking back out into the front entry. The officers were standing by the doorway inspecting the house. It was filthy. Beer bottles and dirty dishes laid around the room. I walked over to the officers. They ushered me out of the house and into their squad car. To be honest, this wasn't my first time in the back of a cop car. 

About 10 months ago, around my 15th birthday, I got arrested. I am an artist. I wanted to be heard, so a person from my school recommended that I go to the old train yard and paint the train cars. Unfortunately, I got caught and arrested for graffiti. Tom was so mad, that he beat me so bad I had to give myself stitches.

Finally we arrived at the police station. The two officers guided me inside and over to a section of the station. A woman was sitting in a chair behind a desk, her nameplate read: Wendy Thatcher, social services. I went over and sat down across from her.

"Hello dear, I'm Wendy. I'll be handling the search for more family and whatnot. So, I need to know your full name, birthplace, and date of birth.

"Isabella Beatrice Bishop, Boston, December  13th, 2004." I announced. She began typing into her computer.

"I'm sorry dear, you must be mistaken on your place of birth or something because there's no record." she said, a confused emotion gracing her face.

"That's impossible." I blurted out.

"What's your mother's maiden name?" she asked.

"Elena Gia Marino." I stated. My mother told me that she was half Italian, hence the Italian surname. She typed again then a extremely surprised expression graced her face. She stood up from her computer. "I'll be right back I just need to consult with a detective real quick." I nodded my head and began playing with the ends of my waist-length jet black hair. A few minutes later Wendy and a man returned. The man looked at the screen then at me, before walking away.

"What's going on?" I asked, getting increasingly irritated. My mother always told me I took after the Marino side. 

"Nothing for you to worry about." she said while smiling. About twenty minutes later the man came back and nodded to Wendy. "Alright dear, we found your family. You have some brothers that live in New York that are going to take custody of you." I looked at her like she had three heads. Brother? Brothers? I'm an only child. 

"I don't have any brothers. How are we related? Through my mom or dad?" I rapidly asked.

"Through both your mother, Elena, and your father, Giovanni." she explained.

"Giovanni? Who is he?"

"Your biological father Giovanni Marino. Your mother kidnapped you when you were a couple months old." she explained, leaving me absolutely dumbfounded. "You are to board a flight to New York City, and your brothers will meet you at the airport there."

Oh my god. It's going to be a long night.