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Chapter 1

Welcome to Hell

"Mommy? Will you read me a story?" I asked as my mother tucked me into bed.

"Of Course, Darling," my mother smiled at me as she got up to pick one.

She came back and sat on my bed, I wriggled over and cuddled into her side. She opened the book and began to read, "Once upon a time, in a castle far, far away a princess was imprisoned by an evil witch. The castle was guarded by a giant, red dragon with huge, sharp claws and fire for breath…"

"Ahhhhhhh!" I shot up in bed, startled. I could hear crashes from downstairs and screaming.

"Elizabeth! No, please don't hurt her, it's me you want, please leave my wife alone," I heard my father plead.

Terrified, I made my way out of bed and towards my bedroom door, I opened it a crack and peered out. There was no one on the landing so I opened my door wider and tip toed out and towards the stairs. I could hear my mother crying and my father pleading, desperation in his voice. I got to the top of the stairs and peered through the railings.

A man in a dark coat held my mother with a knife to her throat, he was saying something to my father.

"I told you I'd find you, Anthony. Told you I'd make you pay," he sneered.

Through my mother's tears she noticed me at the stop of the stairs, her eyes widened in fear as she tried to shake her head at me, urging me to go and hide, but the man in the dark coat pushed the knife harder into her throat forcing her to still. She started to sob harder.

"Eros, Please. Just let my wife go," my father pleads, reaching his hand out.

The man, Eros, laughs darkly, "I don't think so, Anthony," he sneers before cutting my mother's throat and dropping her body to the floor.

"No!" My father cries running to my mother, she's still alive, I can hear her choking on her own blood.

"I'm so sorry, Liz. So sorry," my father says, crying into my mother's hair. I watch the light go out in her eyes.

My eyes are wide, terrified and I cry out as my mothers body slumps to the floor.

My father and the man look up at me as I cry out, my father looks terrified as he sees me sitting on the stairs, but Eros looks delighted.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Eros asks looking at me evilly. "Anthony, you never said you had a son."

Eros starts making his way towards the stairs but my father pushes him out the way with blue, sparkling light. He goes flying through the air and hits the wall with a bang.

My father runs to me and scoops me up; I wrap my arms and legs around him and bury my face into his neck as he holds me tight.

"Daddy, what's going on?" I cry.

"Shh, it's okay Edward," my father says, trying to sooth me. He sets me down on my bed, grabs a hoodie from my closet and my slippers from the floor and shove them on me. "You need to get out of here," my father says desperately.

I can here Eros climbing the stairs, I cling to my father, "Daddy," I sob.

My father flicks his wrist and my bedroom door slams shut, "you have to go," my father says while opening my window, "I'll come find you, I promise."

He picks me up and sets me on my windowsill, we can here Eros outside the door. "Wait," I say pointing to the picture of all three of us together, my father grabs it off my nightstand and tucks it inside my hoodie.

"Be safe, Edward. I love you; I'll come find you," my father says, hugging me and pushing me out the window and onto the roof.

"Aren't you coming with me Daddy?" I say with tears streaking my face.

"I can't son, I need to make sure you get away okay. Then I'll come and find you."

"You promise?" I ask.

He hugs me one more time, "I promise. Now run Edward, run."

I climb down and turn, "Love you too, Daddy," I say, sniffling before shuffling to the edge of the roof. I look over the edge, unsure how to get down. Then I feel my body lifting, I look back and my father, his hand is raised towards me with blue sparks circling his hand.

He lifts me off the roof and sets me gently on the ground. As I look back, I hear a bang and Eros appears behind my father.

"Daddy!" I scream.

My father turns and blue sparks shoot from his hands again. I run, like my father told me to, I turn once more and see the house I used to feel safe in surrounded with blue and red sparks.

"Edward! Get up you lazy shit!" I shot up in bed like a bullet, startled.

"What the fuck's wrong with you? Such a fucking freak," the boy muttered walking out the room.

I rubbed my face from sleep and sweat from the nightmare. That was the night my parents were killed. Murdered. I watched my mother die, and left my father to die alone with that bastard.

He promised he'd come find me, but that was 11 years ago, I've given up hope on him being alive.

I rubbed my face again and looked at the clock, shit, it's already 8 I'm going to be late for school. I jumped out of bed, no time for a shower, shove on the first tidy clothes I find, quickly brush my teeth, grab my bag and run for the door.

I try walking quickly to school but the ice on the pavements prevents me from walking a few steps without nearly falling over. Crap, I'm definitely late.

As the school comes into view around the corner, I can see the parking lot is deserted and decide to chance it and run on the slippery ice. I'm just getting to the front doors when I slip, I fell my heart jump in my chest as I realise I'm going down, but then I fell two arms wrap around my waist, stopping me from falling on my ass.

I look up and see the most beautiful boy I have ever seen, I can't help but stare into his golden coloured eyes.

"Hey, are you okay?" I snap out of my daydreaming as the beautiful boy speaks. I blush as I realise I'd be staring at him for God knows how long.

"Um.. Yeah, uh.. thanks," I mumble straightening out of his arms.

"No problem," the boy smiles, showing off his dimples.

I gave a small smile in return, "So, uh… are you new?" Of course he's new, you've never seen him before and this is a pretty small fucking town. Everyone knows everyone here.

"Yeah, just moved here last week, this is our first day."

"Our?" I ask confused.

"Oh, my siblings and I, there's Emmet, Alice and Rosalie. We're all Seniors, are you? Maybe we're in some of the same classes."

"Um… No, I'm a Junior. Wait, you're all the same age? Are you like quadruplets or something?"

He laughed, great, I sound like a complete dick.

"No, Emmet and Rosalie are 18, Alice and I are 17. We're all adopted."

"Oh, I see."

"Well, I've gotta find my way to class, I'm already half hour late, I'll see you around..."

"Edward."

"Edward," he repeat's, "I'm Jasper," he smiles before walking off.

I stare after him; wait. Did he say half hour late? Shit!

I run to class, trying to think up an excuse as to why I'm late, I push the door open gasping as everyone in the class stare's at me.

"Mr Mason," Mr Gilbert frowned. "How are you so late to my lesson?"

"I... Um... I, I had to show the knew kid to his class, sorry I'm late sir." I stutter out, making my way to my seat and keeping my head low. Other students giggle as I walk past, clearly finding my embarrassment funny. Fuck them.

"The new kid?" Mr Gilbert asks suspicious.

"Yeah, Jasper he said his name was," I reply while taking my seat.

"Very well then, I'll let you off this time Mr Mason, as I am aware of our school having some knew students, just make sure it doesn't happen again," he said sternly.

I nodded, slouched in my seat and ignored him for the rest of the lesson; too busy day dreaming about Jasper and his golden eyes and his dimples when he smiled.

I continued to do this in the rest of my lessons and before I knew it, it was lunch time. I bought my lunch and proceeded to my table where I sit everyday, alone.

I place my tray on the table, sat and picked at my pizza. I hate lunch; it just reminds me everyday that I'm a freak with no friends. Every one else is sitting, enjoying their lunch and having a laugh with their friends and I'm sitting her alone. I really fucking hate lunch.

I hear a clang of a tray being placed on a table; my table. I look up and I'm met with those gorgeous golden eyes again; Jasper.

"Hey, Edward. Do you mind if we sit with you?" Jasper asked while motioning to his siblings. "Or are you saving these?"

I opened my mouth, shocked. He wanted to sit with me? By now he would've heard from the rest of the school what a freak I am. I realise I'm still staring.

"Uh... Yeah, sure. You can sit here," I mumble out embarrassed.

"Thanks," he beams while him and his siblings sit down. "This is Emmet, Alice and Rosalie." He says pointing to each one. Emmet is huge, you can see his muscles bulging out of his shirt, and he's got brown curly hair with the same golden eyes as Jasper. Alice is the complete opposite of Emmet. She's tiny, with spiky black hair and again the same golden eyes. Rosalie is tall, and very slim, with long blonde hair that goes down to her mid back, she also has golden eyes but hers are icy and her face is rigid, like she doesn't want to be here.

"And guys, this is Edward," he says smiling. Does he ever stop smiling?

"Hey," they smile at me, except Rosalie. Does she ever smile?

I manage to mumble out a shy, "hi," but that seems to be all I can manage.

It's silent for a while, but then Alice seems to find something to say and boy, she can talk. I don't think she ever took a breath. She talked about her classes, some new students she met and how she wants to go shopping. And before I knew it, lunch was over and time for another lesson.

As the bell rang, we grabbed our stuff and got up to leave.

"Edward," I heard someone say, I turned and saw Jasper walking towards me. "Thanks for letting us sit by you today."

"It was no problem, you can sit by me again tomorrow if you like," I say shyly. What am I saying, he's not going to want to sit my me again, I didn't say a word to them.

"Sure, that'd be great, thanks Edward!" He beamed before rushing off to his class.

Wow.

My last classes flew by and soon, it was the end of the day. I packed my stuff and left the school. Walking back to the home, I took my time. I didn't want to go back there, where all the boys bully me, make fun of me.

I reached the front doors to the home quicker than I would have liked, I made my way up the steps and opened the door. Welcome to hell.