I've always been fascinated by stories where someone would care so much for another that they would do everything in their power to protect them from harm; wither it be an older brother and his little sister, a father and his daughter, or a man and the woman that he loves more than life itself. But maybe that is just the sappy girl side of me that longs for these circumstances to be fulfilled in my own life. I believe that the Twilight series gives itself to this, and it can be written about and everybody can understand it because of basic character traits being maintained. But with every good thing there is room for corruption, and saving graces. Let's see where this frame of mind takes us; it will be a ride full of love and treachery, because that is what makes a great story to me protecting the ones you love at all costs. And with this I go forth and share something very near and dear to my soul, even if it is just in fictional circumstances.

~Bear1867

"The ugliest truth could be devastating. It could rock a world. Or even kill."

~Live wire By: Harlan Coben Chapter 1

Prologue:

BPOV

There are things that we don't tell those that we love the most because of its potential to do enormous damage. We may even realize that this choice can lead to our own destruction, but why make the few that treat us like we are actually human beings suffer alongside us. I've asked myself this many times, and the answer is always the same, they don't deserve to have to come rescue us from a fate that should have never been made in the first place. It was my choice; I got myself into this mess so I alone have to deal with the consequences. Right?

I was young when this all began, but I still am responsible for my actions, and the choices that others made as a result of what I did. He always told me it was my fault, I didn't do what was right, I asked for too much and I drove her away. He had to be right, he is the adult, and besides why would my own father lie to me. My own mother left, I asked for too much and thus she decided to leave my two big twin brothers and I with our father.

It wasn't bad at first, he did treat my brothers better then I but I thought that was just because he preferred his sons. But there was a gradual change; my father became harsher towards me, never in front of others, just when it was the two of us. Then my brothers left for college, and so in that house it was just the two of us until I would be able to leave 4 years later to go to college myself. The day they left was the day that part of me died inside, the day that would begin my punishment for my actions that drove my mother away. Abuse, is one word for it, but it was really the destruction of self-worth. I now knew all the pain that I had caused my father and knew that I didn't deserve to be rescued.

Hit-by-hit for every painful emotion or thought that I had caused I deserved this fate. My father lost his wife and my brothers their mother. So I took it in silence never telling anybody, pretending that everything was fine when my brothers were around. I slowly lost myself and believed what my father said was the truth; I drove her away and would drive everyone else away with my selfishness. Worthless in my own existence and deserved to have the pain that I caused inflicted upon me. I wasn't worth someone else's time to rescue, and once they discovered all that I had caused they would regret their decision in the first place.

My brothers I love with all my heart and soul, and they are the only ones who ever showed me love. Jasper and Emmett, the two best big brothers a person could ask for. Jasper would comfort you and talk through any problem you may have, while Emmett would absolutely beat up any one who treated his little sister in a way that was wrong. But there is where the irony lies in all of this, I had to people that would do everything in their power to protect me, but I never once told them that I needed it. If they had known it would not have gotten this far. But I never told, and I wish I did, because I now sit on the brink of death. They don't know how much I need them, let's just hope some higher power has mercy on me, and allows them to rescue me.

I don't deserve an escape, and if one ever comes I hope I can prove myself worth the effort. But it's funny what you realize when you are so close to utter destruction, people who you believed to be perfectly rationalized in their actions, could take it way to far, in to complete madness. They have this idea in their mind, and no matter how morally wrong it may be, they won't ever stop. My own father had reached that point and now I sit sprawled out on the floor of the forest in agonizing pain. The only ones that could rescue me don't know I need it.

I thought that he wouldn't touch me when my brother and his friends came to visit, but how wrong I was, his anger and violence knew no limits. If I don't show up for breakfast in the morning I wonder what my "father" would tell them, and that was my last thought before I faded into the blackness that I may be engulfed in for the rest of eternity.