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I know it took me a while. But I promised you I would write this story until nobody is interested in it anymore. And I'm willing to keep this promise.
Somebody said that Charlie being the bad guy is not that good. I want to explain this. I don't like it eighter. BUT If the Cullens attacked without reason they would have been the bad guys and I like that even less. So I made Charlie the evil. I just wanted you to know.
So here comes the next chapter.
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I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I never did anything wrong and I'm not responsible for my father's actions. But all this didn't seem to matter.
I was locked into a carriage. It was dark and it smelled rotten. I was almost thankful I couldn't see anything. That I couldn't see people running around being murdered or captured. But I could still hear and this was bad enough. I heard screams, babies crying and people begging for mercy. I couldn't stand all this so I moved into a corner, put my heas between my knees and covered my ears with my hands. The best I could do was cry. Cry for my father, cry for my people being forced to obey the new authorities and cry for myself and my unknown future.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know was a big shadow standing over me. The shadow kicked me.
"Wake up! No time to sleep for you. Master James is waiting for you." I stood up with shaking legs. It was hard to get my legs to move on, but I didn't want to find out what would happen if I fell.
I dared to look around me. We were in a dark forest. The British soldiers had built up tents and were currently busy trying to put up a fire. Some looked up and met my gaze with obvious hatred. Quickly I lowered my gaze to my feet.
We arrived at the biggest tent and I was pushed inside. I fell and landed at the feet of the man I feared the most.
James.
He smiled down at me, than he looked up and said "I'll take it from here. Go know we have to travel a long way tomorrow. Rest. You earned it."
Then he looked down at me
"As for you. Your night has just begun."
With all the courage I could come up with I looked up to meet his gaze
"What have I done to you?" I asked "It is not my fault what my father did."
He leaned down, grabbed my chin and brought it close to his face I could feel his breath on my skin as he screamed
"Not your fault? You don't know anything. It's all your fault. Has your father ever presented you with a ring. A ring with a golden rose on it? Has he?"
I remembered the ring. It has been a gift. My father had said it should protect me. Well, it didn't.
I nodded.
"It isn't yours. It's my little girl Eva's. A friend of mine did it just for her. It was my wife's and my present for her. We told her it would protect her. She believed it." He paused and I could see tears forming in his eyes and he knew I could see it. He slapped me hard.
"I don't need your pity. You didn't have to see it. The day your soldiers came to take everything away from me. She told me that nothing bad would happen because she had this ring. She was so small and innocent. When they came⦠she grapped the ring and held it tightly in her small hands. They murdered everybody. Even my little girl and my wife. They died and I lived. Your soldiers believed me to be dead. Unfortunately I was only injured. They took Eva's ring and brought it to you. She was only six years old. This was three yeard ago. Now the time of revenge has come." He finished. And I realized that there were tears running down my cheeks. I never knew how much sorrow my father had brought to innocent people.
"But" I began " I never knew all this. Do you think capturing me and murdering my people is what your family would have want you to do? It doesn't make you a better man then my father."
I knew it was a mistake to say this even before I finished. He kicked me into my ribs hard then he spat at me
"Don't you dare speak about my family. Don't you dare compare me to your father. Everybody is better then he was. Thanks to him I will never know what my family would have want." He turned around
"Jasper!" he shouted. A youngh soldier appeared at the entrance of the tent.
"Yes Captain."
"Bring her back. I can't stand her sight."
"Of course."
"Oh and Isabella. Tomorrow you'll meet your master. Prepare yourself."
I stood up and followed the soldier. We walked in silence. When we were near the carriage he turned to me and handed me a small piece of bread. I took it with a thankful smile.
"Just know that not everybody thinks about you this way. All we know about you is that you're the daughter auf the man who murdered our people. I don't know what to think of you, but you have done nothing wrong so far. To me this means you're innocent. But you should prepare yourselt. There are many people who want their revenge. Now get in there and try to get some sleep. We'll arrive tomorrow." He said.
"Thank you" I said as I got into the carriage. He just nodded and locked the door behind me. Then I was alone again.
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed. I know this chapter was exremly sad. I didn't want it to be that way but it turned out like this. I wanted to point out Jame's past and his reasons for acting like he does. I already put Jasper in there to give Bella a little bit of hope.
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