Prologue

Bella's POV

Right before my mommy and step dad left for their dinner outing alone without me they called a last minute babysitter named Jason. When he arrived I quickly ran up to my room. I got into my nightgown, brushed my teeth washed my face, brushed my hair, crawled under my covers, and grabbed my teddy bear that I've had since I was born. My mommy told me that my real daddy Charlie Swan gave it to me when I was born. I never sleep without it.

About five or ten minutes later Jason walked into my room with this evil expression on his face. "What do you think your doing in bed so early?" He asked me as he moved closer to my bed.

"It's eight o'clock pm. I always go to bed at this time." I answered feeling fear arise in my gut.

"Is that so?" He asked me. I nodded my head yes. "Well you're not going to bed now. Not till I have my fun with you."

"What do you mean?" I asked clutching my teddy bear and blankets tightly to my chest.

"Well your father said that I can do whatever I wanted to with you. And you know what?" I stared at him with fear in my eyes for I knew what was going to happen and what he was going to say. "That's exactly what I'm going to do."

When I got to the car wreck I saw the ambulance workers taking the couple out of the car. When they were out I right away recognized their faces. "That's Renee and Josh Dickenson."

"You know them sir?" My partner Phil asked me.

"Yeah my wife and I sometimes baby sit their daughter Isabella when they go out of town or actually it more like when we can." I explained to my partner.

"The woman's still alive." The ambulance medic said.

My partner and I ran up to Renee. "Hey Renee. You're going to be ok." I said to her with relief that she was still alive.

"Go get Bella. You have to get Bella." Renee said in a pained voice.

"Doesn't she have a babysitter? Let me make sure that your okay and then I'll go get Little Isabella."

Renee started shaking her head. It was at that moment that it clicked. "Does she have a male babysitter?" I asked now with fear and horror in my voice. All Renee did was nod her head yes with tears strolling down her both of her cheeks. I quickly grabbed my partner's arm and ran go my police cruiser. When we were both in the car I put on my siren and stepped on the gas.

When we finally got there I got a call from the hospital calling to inform me that Renee Dickinson had passed away on the operating table. Normally I would have stopped what I was doing but right now I need to save Little Isabella first.

My partner and I quickly opened the front door and when we were inside the house we hears a scream of pain coming from the upstairs. I heard my partner quietly call for back up and a medic as we ran up the stairs. We followed the screams to Little Isabella's room. When we got to the bedroom door we tried to turn the knob to open it but to our dismay it was locked.

"Stop it please! Stop hurting me!" I heard Little Isabella beg and scream to her attacker.

I turned to Phil and said in a really low voice, "On the count of three we'll shoulder the door open." I then counted to three on my fingers. When I fingered three we slammed open the door. When it was opened I saw the bastard babysitter rapping Little Isabella. Her nightgown was torn and ripped on the ground, her underpants were as I suspected cut off of her. I ran up to the bastard, grabbed him by the neck and threw him to Phil. I then grabbed a blanket off of Little Isabella's bed and wrapped her body up init so that she could be covered up.

"Wait. I need my Bumblebee puppy." Little Isabella said in tears. I bent down and picked up her stuffed animal puppy that she called Bumblebee and carried her out of that nightmare of a house. When she was in the car we then drove to the hospital where I knew that I would have to break the new about her mother and father to her. 'How am I going to do this?' I asked myself.