You are the most beautiful thing in my world.

Bella?" a different voice called from the distance. No! Please let me be imagining that horribly familiar voice.

I'll always be waiting in the wings Bella

The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.

Does it bother you, me being half naked all the time?

The irresponsible mother helped explain bella's maturity. She'd had to grow up early, to become the caretaker. That's why she didn't like being cared for- she felt it was her job.