A/N: hey guys. i'm back with a new story. it is a B/A/R/E fiction, so if you don't like this pairing, please leave. i don't know when the next update will be because i still have to write it. another thing, the rest of the chapters are more than likely going to be in Bella's pov because it's just too complicated to keep switching view points.
DISCLAIMER: this is the only disclaimer i will do. I do NOT own twilight, but if i did, Bella would get it on with all the chicks and be Emmett's bestest friend ever. anyways, enjoy!
APOV Biloxi, 1910
"NO! You don't have that right anymore; you murdered my mother in cold blood then married her sister. What kind of sick bastard are you?" I scream at the man claiming to be my father.
"Heh, you know, I never did like you, ya little bitch. I should have killed that wench before she brought you home from the adoption agency! Yer nothin but a cheap whore anyways," he replies. My smirk grew the more he spoke.
"You see, I don't care what you say. I have my girls, and my visions to help me. You can't hurt me anymore."
Just then, the priest walks in with the police and a doctor. He glances between me and the idiot in front of me before signaling the two huge policemen to take my father away. He nods at the doctor, and they both seize me.
"Wait, what are you doing? We had a deal! LET ME GO!" I kick and scream, but the doctor grabs a soaked cloth from his back pocket and places it in front of my mouth. When I breathe in to scream some more, everything goes black. The last thing I see is the face of my beautiful Isabella.
/
I wake up on a cold hard table. There's a bright light above me that effectively blinds me. I try to turn my head, but it doesn't move. I can make out shapes coming onto my vision.
"She's coming to. Quick, someone get the tranquilizers! She's going to start thrashing." It takes me a minute to figure out what the voice said, but when I do, I'm hit with a needle the size of Texas.
I get a vision as soon as I lose consciousness. "It's ok Mary Alice, I'll get you out of here; nobody will hurt you, I promise. Then it cuts to another vision. "Mary Alice, I'm sorry, but this will hurt slightly," as soon as the voice says it, a man bites my neck.
/
For the first time since I've woken up, I get to leave this awful table. The man who bites me is the one to take me. He says his name is Daniel and that he swears that he will get me out of this terrible place. We walk along the hall, and I hear the screams of attention from the other patients. They slap and hit their doors and walls.
We finally make it to our destination. I notice that I'm getting my hair cut. My heart speeds up in anticipation for the worst. Daniel sits me down in the barber chair and places a cover around me.
"Don't worry, Mary Alice, it won't be buzzed off. I'll leave you hair because you're going to need it when we escape soon." With that, he puts the longest guard on the clippers. He grabs the hair shears and cuts my hair short. Then he picks up the clippers and shaves.
I can't help but cry as my hair falls to the floor. Who's going to want me now? My girls have probably moved on by now… Esme, Rosalie, Isabella. He finishes in less than ten minutes and takes me back to my table. The other doctors strap me down again and tranquilize me.
/
Today is the day. Daniel says that the person he's been waiting for has arrived. We leave in the middle of the night. As soon as we make it to the forest though, a really scruffy man ambushes us. He lunges at Daniel, and I go flying into a tree. They fight for what seems like forever before Daniel finishes him by taking his head.
To scared to move, I stay against the tree and watch as Daniel gruesomely takes the head of the mystery man. There isn't a single drop of blood on him either. A wild looking woman comes from the trees behind Daniel, but he doesn't turn around.
"LOOK OUT DANIEL!" I scream at him. He turns around and greets the woman like a normal person. The expression on my face must be hysterical because my eyes are wide and I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped.
Daniel and the woman kiss. They become intimate like they haven't seen each other for years. I take this moment to run away from the crazy people. Or is it me that's the crazy one? I don't get far before the wild woman from before tackles me to the ground. I roll over and try to push her off, but she doesn't move.
With tears running down my face, I try my hardest to knock her off balance, but she holds on tight. Finally, I punch her square in her nose. She seems surprised that I would even do that and lets me go to touch her nose. Quickly, I scramble up and continue running.
"S-she hit me," is all I hear before I leave hearing distance. The bushes behind me continuously rustle, so I speed up. It doesn't make a difference though; Daniel catches and carries me back to the woman. He doesn't let me go even after I stop squirming.
"Let me go," I say in a deadly serious tone. Daniel doesn't listen and keeps me locked in his arms. I take to different measures. I lean down and bite his arm hard enough to draw blood. He still doesn't let go, so I try to force my way out again. It doesn't work. I finally just sit there.
"Are you ready to listen now?" he says in his always calm voice. I huff in defeat. He and the woman glance at each other before she starts.
"I'm Victoria Hollows, and this as you know is Daniel Hollows. He is my husband that I haven't seen in twenty years. He is a vampire while I am what some people call a rakshasa or metamorph behemoth. I am a demon that can change between a "human" form and a beast form," she explains.
I give her a look of doubt. Instead of saying something, she moves the hair right behind both ears. In an instant, two curved horns grow from her head and a tail appears. I'm shocked. What. The. Fuck. She stands up and appears the tiniest bit taller than before.
"This is my original form. It's how I found Daniel." Daniel let go of me before standing up and going to Victoria.
"Another thing, Mary Alice. Well, you see, Victoria and I are your parents." At that I scoff. He gives Victoria another glance before they both flutter to me.
"Mary Alice, I'm sorry, but this will hurt slightly."
EsPOV Jackson, 1910
My Dearest Mary Alice,
I am so sorry, my dear that you were taken. Each day I write in hopes that you will be back in Biloxi, but only Isabella's parents remain. Both she and Rosalie have left town as have I. I had no choice Mary Alice, believe me. My mother betrothed me to Evan before we even met. I had not known about it until you disappeared.
Please believe me Mary Alice, I wish for you and the others each and every day. There isn't a moment that I do not think about the three of you and the time we spent together. I must leave now, so please be well, my dear.
Love Always,
Esme Platt
This is the last one; the last letter I will write for my dear Mary Alice. Evan has been suspicious about my writings, so I've had to hide them away. Each day, he gets worse.
When my mother first told me of my betrothal to Evan, I was furious. I had just lost Mary Alice and Rosalie left the same night. The only ones left were Isabella and me. I fought long and hard, but alas it was not enough.
I can't take much more of this. It is literally killing me. Evan comes home from work. He comes through the door, and I'm standing there waiting like a good little house wife hoping tonight will be free of beatings. He stalks up to me and roughly kisses my lips.
I fight back the urge to gag or bite the tongue that continuously shoves itself down my throat. His rough hands grope me too harshly, and I find myself wishing for the three pairs of feminine hands I miss so much caressing my body. Evan pushes me to the ground and unbuckles his belt. With his bottom half bare, he straddles my waist and proceeds to rape me.
I fight as hard as I can, but eventually, I give up. He's much bigger than me; there's no way I could actually fight him off. When he finishes, he roughly pulls himself out of me and goes to shower.
"I expect you to go shower when I'm done, you filth." I lie there and sob harshly for my girls.
/
Eight months have passed, and I'm as big as a house. My body aches everywhere, but at least I have no bruises. Evan stopped beating me since we found out I was pregnant, but he still works me like a pack mule. I'm at home resting while Evan is at work.
I sing softly to the baby in my womb waiting for him to kick happily as he had in previous days. I wait with my hand on my womb and my voice lulling, but nothing happens. I feel pain and look down to see blood streaming down my legs. I panic and call 911 for an ambulance. It arrives in five minutes and takes me to the hospital.
/
I wait impatiently for the doctor to come back with news. Carlisle walks through the door with a solemn expression on his face. I immediately burst into tears while he awkwardly walks back out of the room.
/
I find myself looking at the bottom of a cliff in a thin hospital gown. The longer I stare, the more appealing it seems to join my little boy instead of returning to my bastard of a husband. The bad part about this? I haven't even turned twenty; I'm going to die without saying goodbye to Mary Alice, Rosalie, and Isabella. Everything I live for has been taken from me, so there isn't a reason for me to live anymore.
I jump, and in the oh so many seconds I fall through the sky toward the jagged rocks, I think back to the three women I've left behind. I hit the grounds hard, but I don't die. I begin losing consciousness, but before I do, I see Carlisle running to me.
"I'm sorry Esme, but I can't let you end this way."
RPOV Rochester, 1910
Mary Alice, I don't think I can live without you, but I guess I'll try. I've gone to New York; Rochester to be exact. I'm trying my hardest to follow my dreams like you always told me to.
"ROSALIE, GET YER TAIL IN HERE AND TAKE THIS TO TABLE FIVE!" yells Ms. Janice. I work as a busgirl and waitress at Billy's bar and Grill. Day and night, there are men grabbing my ass and trying to feel me up and down.
Ms. Janice tries her hardest to keep the men down, but there's only so much she can do. Today's just as bad. On my way to get the tray, about five men make a grab at my chest. I block them all with my arms. The entire way to table five my ass is squeezed and touched.
Instead of possibly losing my job by smacking the shit out of all of them like I wish to, I calmly continue my journey through the crowd. I finally make it to table five. There's a rough looking woman there. She gives me a slight smile as I set down her meal.
"Here you are, is that all, or do you need anything else?" I say as cheery as I can with a fake smile plastered to my lips. She cracks an even bigger smile and chuckles. Isabella, how I miss you…
"Sounds like someone's holdin a gun to your head. What's the matter, too many brutes grabbing ya?"
"That, and I smell like booze 24/7. Not exactly how I expected my life in New York," I reply with a sigh. She pats the seat next to her. I hold up a finger and go back through the men to get to Ms. Janice.
"Ms. Janice, I'll be taking my break now." She nods her head in acknowledgement. Quickly, I make my way back to the strange woman I met.
When I get there, she's sitting back in the chair lounging. Her face lights up when she notices me. I sit down in the chair across from her and let out a long sigh. She gives another chuckle and I get another pang of sorrow.
"So sweet cheeks, got a name?"
"Yeah, it's Rosalie. What's yours?"
"The name's Vera. Pleasure to make your acquaintance," she says with a wink. I have to stop this here and now.
"Oh, uh Vera, I'm not single. I have someone special back in Biloxi." Her face falters slightly. Then she smiles bigger than before.
/
I have a shift today then I'm meeting Vera at her place. She has a son about three years old. He has curly black hair and the greenest eyes I've ever seen. He has dimples deep enough to hold liquid in them. His name is Trevor.
I finish my shift at Billy's and meet up with Vera. We talk about any and everything while Trevor naps in my arms. Vera brings up a touchy subject.
"So, I never got around to asking, but what made you come all the way to New York? Especially to a small town like Rochester." I tense up, and the movement makes Trevor shift. I brush the hair out of his face before looking back at my friend.
"I… well, do you remember when we met and I told you I had someone special in Biloxi?" she nods "I don't have someone; I have three people. They were my best friends at some point when we were younger…"
Flashback
1896
I was five years old, and it was my first day of school. We had new neighbors move in down the street. There was a mother, a father, and a little girl. They looked like the perfect little family, but from the first time I met the little girl, I knew they weren't. She had bruises on her; all over her arms and stomach. From that moment, I vowed to protect her whenever possible.
"Hi, I'm Rosalie, what's your name?"
"M-Mary Alice… my daddy told me not to talk to anyone, so I gotta go." She tried to scurry off like a scared little mouse. I couldn't let her go without a friend, so quickly I grabbed her around the waist and held her to me.
"Please, let me go," she begged me. I couldn't do that.
"I-I can't. I won't let you go until you talk to me." I turned her around and looked in her eyes. From then on, we were closer than ever.
She told me everything, and in turn, I did the same. We did everything together; went to the lake, went to school, her house, and my house.
1900
We got a new kid in our class. Her name was Esme. Everybody made fun of her because she was chubby and had a boy's haircut. The truth was that Esme's family was poor, so they had to live with what they had.
Immediately, Mary Alice and I became friends with her. We couldn't see another one of us get bullied. I always stuck up for Mary Alice and Esme. Nobody dared to mess with me; I got the reputation and nickname "The Protector".
The three of us stayed close together and never let anything come between us.
1906
We started high school. Ever since we went through puberty, boys were all around us. Mary Alice didn't grow taller and stayed forever at 4'11", but she lost all her baby fat, let her hair grow, and grew some assets. I on the other hand, shot up to 5'11", grew into my face and long golden hair, and grew big boobs and a big ass. Lastly, our sweet little Esme. Her mother couldn't afford to keep her, so my mother insisted that she come to live with us.
She grew out of her awkward chubby body and into a nice sculpted body. She took to exercising with me and becoming a vegetarian. Over the course of three years, she became a bombshell. Perfect hourglass shape and everything; all the other girls were jealous.
1907
This was the year that we all met Isabella; the witty sarcastic genius. She was so smart; she got bumped up a grade into our grade. For that, she was bullied. That's where I stepped in.
One day, I heard a commotion as I was walking to lunch.
"Not so smart now, are ya?" someone sneered. At that, I sped my walk to a run and rounded the corner.
Isabella was surrounded by three jocks and two cheerleaders. Of course it would be the jocks; fucking idiots! I snuck up behind them and tapped one on the shoulder. He turned around and sized me up before checking me out.
"Hey pretty thing, you wanted some of this?" he pointed to himself. With a sigh, I replied.
"No, I don't want any of you; wait as a matter of fact, I do. Come here," he leaned down enough for me to whisper in his ear. "If you don't leave this poor girl alone, I swear by everything that is a Hale, I will make your life a living hell. Nobody will be able to save you-"
One of the other jocks decided to start the party without me.
In an instant, I pushed the jock in front of me out of the way, knocked the cheerleaders out, kicked another jock in the crotch, and stopped the last jock's fist from hitting Isabella. Nobody saw me coming, so when I stopped in front of Isabella, she was still flinching away from the predestined punch.
"Not a good idea. Now, you've already pissed me off. I suggest you leave before you try your luck." Scared shitless, all four of them scrambled to leave. When they were out of sight, I cradled my wrist. Isabella came to her senses and took my injured hand. She inspected it real well before pushing a certain point. I groaned in pain as she held pressure to it; when she let go, all the pain was gone.
1909
We had all become fast friends. One day, as we were lounging at the lake, Mary Alice did something crazy. She kissed each and every one of us on the lips. Then she told us her reasoning.
"Well, I'm pretty sure that I'm in love with each and every one of you. Rosalie, you've been my friend since the first day of kindergarten. I owe you everything because you were and still are my first love. Esme, we met you in third grade, but from the time you spoke, I fell in love with your compassion. Even as they bullied you, you still cared for their wellbeing. And Isabella, I love how you're always just you. Nothing ever phases you, and you always bring out the reasonable side to us. I'll leave you guys alone to think it over. If you still want to speak to me, Rosalie knows where I'll be."
And she left.
Flashback End
"So, what happened after that?" Vera asks.
"Well, none of us could stand being away from each other as we thought, so the three of us got together and discussed it. I found myself wondering what each of their lips tasted like and acted on it. I first kissed Isabella. Once she got over the initial shock, she responded back in a gentle kiss. Then, I kissed Esme. It took no time for her response, and we had our answers. We all walked to Mary Alice's house, and I took them to her place. It was the place that she went o if her dad ever abused her. We found her there sobbing.
"I ran up to her and pulled her into my arms while comforting her. She told us that her dad had murdered her mom; that she had seen it in her dreams. We believed her and helped her prove it. All the while, we made our relationship stronger."
/
Weeks have passed since I told Vera everything. We became closer, and she visited the bar every time I worked. Tonight is chilly, but Vera's at her usual table ogling the other waitresses. I swear she's just as bad as the men sometimes. My shift ends at midnight. There were a couple of incidents that my sole friend took care of. We both leave the bar and walk to the corner.
"Are you sure, Rosalie? I have no problem walking you home. Hell, you could stay at my place tonight if you wanted."
"As tempting as that sounds, Vera, I can't. I have to check on my roommate. She gets lonely sometimes, and it's scary how void her face is of emotions…"
Vera sighs and walks away while waving. When I can't see her anymore, I turn and head in the direction of my apartment. I don't make it far. A group of men, that Vera had taken care of step out from an ally. The leader faces me with a snarl on his face.
"All you little bitches think you can get away from me. It's sad though; your little dyke bodyguard isn't here to save you now. I WILL have you!" I force myself to move; to turn my ass around and run to Vera. Again, I don't make it far. The man grabs my hair and pushes me to the ground. Then he begins to beat me relentlessly. When he feels I've had enough, he unbuckles his pants and proceeds to rape me. As he climaxes, he roughly gets up and kicks me.
"You guys can have your turn now. She's pretty tight, so try not to hurt yourselves," he says with a chuckle.
"But Royce, what do we do with the body?" he tells them to just leave me when they finish. When he leaves, the first one begins his "turn". It takes hours before the last one finally begins.
"I'm so sorry, this happened to you," he says after the others have all left. I can only groan in irony as he doesn't rape me but leaves all the same. It doesn't take long for me to lose my grip on reality. I fight the darkness violently, but I lose. The only thing on my mind at the moment was my love for my girls and revenge on the fucker named Royce.
"I'm sorry, Rosalie, but I can't let your life waste away like this… please forgive me.
BPOV Tennessee 1910
Mary Alice, nothing's been the same since you left. Esme's mother had her betrothed; I know for sure that she's being hurt… I can feel it. It's like this phantom pain in my soul, and I don't like it.
Rosalie left for New York the same night you were gone. I guess she couldn't handle it. I don't know anymore. I have the oddest feeling that something terrible is going to happen to our sweet Rosalie. Mary Alice, does that make me abnormal? Or is it just the power of our bond?
It's been nine and a half months since I've seen my parents; my home in Biloxi. I haven't heard or seen any of my girls since the day Mary Alice left. It's heartbreaking. I've been traveling around the US ever since, but it isn't the same without the three of them kissing my cheek or cuddling into my side. Or even having Rosalie listen to me ramble as I read my favorite book.
I race down the dusty Tennessee highway on my candy apple red Harley Davidson. The engine is horrible, but it was a gift from my father. I surprisingly make it to the nearest Podunk town before nightfall. I park in the thick forest as to not get mugged. Then, I take out my two blankets and make camp for the night.
As I stare at the stars, I can't help but to think of my sweethearts and how they've been in the last months. It makes no sense for me to, but I let out a short prayer for the future. Dear Lord, I don't ask for much; hell, I don't think I ask for anything except for the love of my girls. But anyways, I ask of you to make sure that one way or another that my girls and I somehow make it back to each other. That's all I'm asking for Lord. Amen.
