Summary: Lily and Sofia Crowley are abused by their brothers, Tyler and Joel. The Cullen's move into the house next to them. Will they find out and if so what will they do? How are they Cullen's related to the two? Warning includes abuse, rape, and adult situations.

(Lily POV)

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU GODDAMN WHORE!" Tyler screamed, smashing a lamp on the wall. I hid under a table, covering my head.

Sofia ran out of the room, trying to get help.

Tyler flipped over the table, grabbing me by my hair and slamming me into the wall, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO MESS WITH MY FUCKING PHONE!"

"I-I swear I didn't touch it!" I stuttered, trembling as his eyes turned dark.

He slapped me, slamming my head against the wall. "You know the punishment for things like this." Tyler grinned, pulling out a pocket knife.

"N-no! I swear I didn't do anything!" I pushed against him, the knife making me panic.

"Oh shut up you filthy slut." He backhanded me hard, slicing through my clothes with the knife.

When my clothes were all on the floor, he reached down and picked up my shirt, shoving it in my mouth to keep me from screaming as he reached down and ripped off his pants.

He leaned close, his breath hot on my ear, "Now be a good girl and don't struggle."

He smirked as he pulled away and rammed himself in to me.

I tried to scream through the rag, my body shaking as he kept thrusting.

"You're one of my favorite fucktoys kitten." He laughed as he slammed into me hard, letting go inside of me.

"Remember this next time you think about breaking my rules." He grabbed my throat, kissing me forcefully.

Tyler let go and stood up, pulling his clothes back on and leaving the room.

I sat there, my legs pulled tightly to my chest. I shook just thinking about everything that just happened.

(Sofia POV)

I ran out of the room, jumping down the stairs. I was so close to the door, nearly a foot away.

Joel grabbed my hair, yanking me to the ground. He stood over me, "And where exactly are you going princess?" He grinned, yanking me up to my feet.

He shoved me down the stairs, cuffing my hands together around the pole in the middle of the room.

I trembled, my hair covering my face.

Joel grabbed my hair, slamming my head repeatedly against the pole. He grinned as he took out his pocket knives.

I pulled hard against the cuffs, screaming loudly.

He just grinned, pressing himself against me. "Screaming will only make it worse princess." He laughed, dragging the knife across my stomach, not deep enough to scar, but deep enough to bleed.

He kept slicing, his hand pressed against my throat so I could barely breathe.

Joel uncuffed me, lifting my head up to look at him before slapping me hard. "Go upstairs bitch." He kicked me up to my feet as I ran upstairs.