DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight. Only in my dreams... *sigh*

*PROLOGUE*

ThirdPersonPOV

"Emmett! Stop it!" Rosalie screamed as Emmett punched little eleven year old Alice to the ground. Her screams echoed through the house like a distress signal. Rosalie, help me, Rosalie, help me, it kept saying in her ear. Tears formed a thin film over Alice's eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. Don't cry, don't cry, she thought over and over to herself.

"Little brat deserved it," Emmett growled, holding back a fist in Rosalie's face as if he were about to punch her, too.

"Why me?" Alice whimpered to herself, terrified.

"Oh, I'll tell you why."

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