"Not so innocent anymore."

"SO, this is your house?" I questioned Alice as she opened the door to a glass house in the middle of the forest. I wouldn't have been suspicious, but only those who are trying to hide something would live out here.

"You think it's too much, don't you?" A lady came around the corner, a warm and motherly smile on her lips. "You must be the mysterious Sara. I'm Esme, their mother."

My mouth hung open in shock. She didn't look a day over twenty-five. Her face was soft and round, and her eyes were a warm, soothing yellow color. Overall, she looked utterly innocent, much like a small child. Then I remembered - the Cullens are adopted.

"Nice to meet you, Esme." I gently took her hand in mine and sent her a flirty smile. "How could you be their mother? You look like you could be their sister."

Her eyes widened in shock, surprise, and slight amusement. Had no one ever told this woman how beautiful she is?

She quickly overcame the shock and she smiled wide, her eyes twinkling. I dropped her hand as a man entered the room.

His hair was silky blonde, almost honey coloured, and his eyes were a warm yellow. He gave me a gentle smile as he approached Esme, Alice, Bella, and I.

"You must be Carlisle." He held out his hand, and as I shook it politely, I shivered. Esme felt the same way. Why were they so cold? "The husband of the young and beautiful Esme."

"Oh, stop it!" Esme giggled, making my heart ache. Even though these people were being very nice and welcoming, there was a feeling deep within me telling me to be careful, and to remember my training.

I forced an exaggerated smile onto my lips as the rest of the Cullen family pranced down the stairs. Jasper made his way to Alice. Rosalie and Emmett came to stand next to Esme and Carlisle as Edward awkwardly followed them, but as he caught sight of Bella, a loving smile danced across his lips.

I sighed. Will I ever find someone who would look at me like that?

"What's all the giggling about?" Rosalie questioned, her eyebrows raising as she looked from Esme to me.

I smirked and gave her a wink. Emmett, clearly wanting to be possessive, wrapped an arm around her waist, sending me a mock glare. I mockingly blew him a kiss.

"Sara was flirting with my wife," Carlisle spoke, turning to look at me in amusement.

"Are you gay?" Realizing how bad her question had sounded, Izzy stuttered and tried to explain. " I mean - there's nothing wrong with being gay. You just- you haven't said anything like this before... before you disappeared. I just want to know the person who is going to hold my sister's heart, so if they break it, I can make them suffer."

I gave her a confident smile and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. "I'm bisexual, Izzy."

I looked around at the faces of the Cullen family as I continued, "Is that going to be a problem?" There was a slight pause. "Oliver and Laurel were okay with it."

"Wait." Everyone turned to my sister. She looked at me in anger and slight shock. I winced. "When did you see them?"

"Uh..." I trailed off, feeling guilty. "I might have went to Central City before I went to mom's house. I heard that Ollie was alive so I visited him." I was slightly telling the truth. I wasn't going to say anything about running away from the League of Assassins.

"So, you went all the way to Central City before coming to see your own family?" Izzy shoved my arm off her shoulder. "You went to go see your killer and the woman you betrayed instead of the people who have been worried sick about you!?"

"Oliver didn't kill me."

I was shocked; I didn't expect her to act like this. After all, I was protecting my family by not coming home. The assassins were after me, what else was I suppose to do? Let them find my father, mother, and little sister? No, I would never allow that to happen. The only way to protect them was to go to Central City, far away from Forks or Arizona.

"Yes, he did!" Izzy shouted, her voice cracking. I flinched. "He led you onto that boat - the same boat that sunk and took you down with it!" Tears sprung to my eyes as I watched my sister fall apart. She was hurt by the decision I made to go see my ex-lover and best friend rather than her. "You died on that boat, Sara."

"But I didn't die." The was partly true. The old Sara died on the island.

If we were stating where I died, it would be in Central City where none other than Thea Queen shot me with three arrows. I fell off the building and landed right in front of Laurel. The sad thing about it was that I actually planned on going home before that happened.

"You did." Izzy nodded, tears sliding down her cheeks. I shook my head. "You did die. You did. You're not the same, Sara. You barely smile and when you do, it's forced, just like when you laugh. You're always looking over your shoulder and whenever there is a loud noise, you jump like you've been shot."

"You know, mom and dad told me something." She breathed in deeply, and I narrowed my eyes. "Mom said that when you were in the hospital, she saw scars all over your back. They were apparently so bad that the doctor thought you went to war."

I winced as the Cullen family turned to stare at me in shock. "What happened to you?"

"I-I don't, I don't want to-" I bolted. I ran out of the Cullen house and into the woods, tears blurring my vision and the wind blowing my hair back.

My heart was beating like a drum, and as I continued to run, I missed the huge brown wolf watching me as I passed.

"SARA?"

"Go away!" I continued to punch the punching bag that hung in the middle of my room. There was a knock at my door, making me angrily kick the bag. I gritted my teeth. "I don't want to see you!"

There was another knock. I picked up my water bottle and threw it at the door, making it burst. As the water soaked my rug, I fell to the floor in a heap.

I thought it would be easier to be home - to be home with my father and sister, but I was wrong. It was harder. If I was somewhere else, I wouldn't have to see the disappointment, the anger, and the horror in their eyes when they looked at me. It was all too much, everything hurt.

"Oh, Sara," I heard my sister say. Two small, cold arms wrapped me in their embrace.

I refused. I thrashed around, trying to get out of her hold, but the harder I tried, the tighter she held me.

Finally, after a few moments of thrashing, I slumped against her. I cried as Izzy lovingly played with my hair.

"I didn't mean it. I didn't mean what I said. I was just angry. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." I wrapped my arms around her waist tightly, my cries turning into hiccups. "I love you. No matter what, you are my sister. Always and forever."