I know I said I was not going to post chapter two until I had five reviews but I changed my mind, so here it is. I have had one review so far so please give me more! And I know I am repeating myself but this is a Paul imprint story, not a Seth one, sorry to my reviewer who was hoping Seth would imprint.
I forgot my disclaimer last time. So here it is.
All rights belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Warning – there is talk of abuse and rape in this chapter, although I have not gone into graphic detail for the more sensitive readers.
? POV
I limped over to my wardrobe and pulled out the box that hid the snippets of information that I had been able to gather over the last few months. It had to be soon, I could not survive much more and he knew that. The beatings were gradually getting worse. More bones were getting broken. Last night it had been my jaw and possibly a fracture in my foot. If I couldn't escape in the next few days I would end it myself. I could not live my existence like I had been. My life was torture and I only knew two ways out of it.
The first way would be to end it, end my miserable existence and put myself out of this misery.
The second way would be a lot harder to do, but way more preferable. I had to go and find the one person who may be able to help me. I did not think they even knew I existed, but I knew about them. I knew all about them. He had told me about them in a fit of rage, about how I was related to them. About how I might become one of them, a freak of nature. About how they had ruined his life. I was his revenge. Eventually he was going to dump my mangled body on their doorstep, as a gift.
He was sick. The things he did to me, how he thought of them I don't know but he literally tortured me day in, day out.
I had stopped going to school two years ago when he had found me stealing from a shop to get food for my mother and myself. He was nice at first; I thought he liked me. He helped us out with food and the bills. Things had always been tight since my dad left us. My dad claimed he couldn't handle my mothers drinking but didn't want to take me away from her, "a girl needs her mother" he had said. I wished he had loved me enough to take me with him. I doted on him. I was such a daddy's girl. If he showed up on my door today I would forgive him for leaving me, leaving me to this man.
Anyway, he helped us out. He started taking me on dates, showering me with gifts and telling me how beautiful I was. I knew I was pretty, my mom always told me to flaunt it but I preferred to keep my look understated. I had my father's dark, long straight hair, and a paler version of his tanned skin, but I had my mothers piercing blue eyes. They were what drew my father to her, her eyes, he told me. The last thing he told me before he left was to always look people in the eyes, they were the window to people's souls.
He would beat me senseless if I looked him in the eyes, his strange red eyes. I found them beautiful at first; I thought they were unusual, but beautiful. His entire being was beautiful. He had pale white skin, almost translucent, and curled brown hair, which he always kept tied back, he was like something from another era. At first I thought it was just a maturity that other twenty-six year olds did not have, but then I learned differently.
He revealed everything one night during a beating after I had begged him to let me go back to school. I wanted to see my friends again. To learn things, I was tired of sitting at home every day, reading the same books, wondering what everyone else my age was doing. He called me ungrateful and backhanded me, throwing me onto our bed.
While he violently raped me he told me what he had done to my mother, she had been ungrateful as well. He told me how he keeps her body, decaying in the basement. He told me that he was going to kill me and send me to my family in La Push. I did not even know where La Push was, never mind that I had family there. He told me what they were, what he was, and what they had done to his mate, his true mate and how his dead heart hurt all the time and it sent him mad with grief at the loss of her.
That was the first time he had ever raped me. That was the first time anyone had been near me like that physically. I didn't understand how anyone could enjoy that act. It was brutal and violent and invasive and made me feel sick just thinking about it.
I refused to think about what he told me. I put it all to the back of my mind, it was too much for me to deal with along with the abuse. That was until it got worse and he tortured me, and drew blood from me to feed. That was when I decided to try and escape, to find my family.
He let me go to the library once a month and that was when I got the information I needed. I kept it all in a little shoe box in my wardrobe. He rarely went in there, preferring to keep our clothes separate, so I would not contaminate his with what he called my dog smell.
I put the box in my backpack, along with my birth certificate, driving license and passport. I also put my white board in there and dry markers. I no longer spoke. He preferred it if I didn't, I no longer even remembered how to. It was safer that way anyway, it meant fewer beatings. I couldnot say anything wrong if I didn't say anything at all.
I also threw in a change of clothes and a picture of my mom and dad. When they were happy, on their wedding day, they looked so in love. I would never have that, I did not deserve love, I was a monster, used, a dog.
I heard the front door slam and quickly put my bag at the very back of my closet before kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed like he expected. My hands neatly folded in front of me, my legs apart. It was cruel and degrading, exactly how he liked.
"Good bitch." He stated simply as he entered the bedroom. I stayed still as stone. If I moved, even slightly, he would see it and the beating would begin.
"Come here." I crawled over to him and again knelt in front of him, my head still pointed at the floor. He pulled my head up by my hair and I saw he had his pants undone and his manhood was standing to attention, ready for what he wanted from me.
A small squeak escaped me and that was when all hell broke loose. He hated any signs of protestation, even the slightest of noises.
He beat and raped me to within an inch of my life, the whole time I did not make a single noise, or he would end me and that would make all my planning pointless, I would not give him that satisfaction.
My jaw, cheekbone, nose, collarbone, left wrist, 3 fingers, at least a few ribs, my foot and possibly my leg were broken. I had cuts that ran down the length of me, bite marks all over my breasts that I knew would never go away, and I won't go into what he did sexually to me. It would just make me want to end my life even more. But when he was finished he did something that he has never done before. He left the house.
At first I thought it was a trick and he was testing me, but I managed to drag myself to the windows on both sides of the house and there was no sign of him.
In complete agony, and blood poring down my legs I grabbed my backpack out of the closet and crawled to the front door.
Then I saw something shining on the key stand. He had left his car keys.
Thank God for small miracles.
Using my right hand I reached up and grabbed the keys and flung myself out of the door. A few people on the street stopped and stared at me but no one offered to help. This was one time I was thankful for modern city society.
His black Ford Fusion was right outside of our house so I pressed the button to unlock the car and climbed in the drivers side. I knew it was going to be painful to drive but I needed to get as far away from Seattle and as close to La Push as possible. I knew it was only a couple of hours away, at least it was not on the other side of the country but I was already feeling dizzy and had only just got my learners licence. I had never even really driven a car except for a few times when he took me out when we were first getting to know one another. And now I had to drive the three and three quarter hours to get to the other side of the Olympic National Park. This was going to hurt.
I put the key in the ignition and started up the car. Even the vibrations from the engine hurt me. But I kept going.
Night was starting to fall and I was finding it hard to see. But I kept driving. I had to drive one handed as my left hand had swollen up to twice its normal size. Even driving right handed hurt though as some of my fingers on that hand were broken.
Using the gas and break pedals hurt aswell, thankfully the car was an automatic so I did not have to change gears.
It took me four hours to get past Forks; I was driving slowly in the dark, trying not to crash.
But then disaster struck and at about midnight the car ran out of gas. It chugged along for a few more meters before dying completely.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!"
My head was getting foggier and my whole body hurt and now I had to walk the rest of the way to La Push with broken bones in the dark, and I did not know the area.
I couldn't stay in the car over night in case he decided to come after me. I needed to get to La Push as quickly as possible.
So, I clambered out the car, cursing in pain as I did, staggering as my head spun.
I staggered down the road for a few steps before I realised this was not going to work.
I needed to think of something quickly. If I stayed on the road a passer-by might stop for me, but it was unlikely there was going to be any passers-by at midnight on a quiet road like this. And if he came after me I would be a sitting duck.
But if I went into the cover of the woods he may miss me completely, but bears may eat me. Then again if what he said was true, maybe I would be found before that happened.
Option two won out.
I diverted course into the woods, tripping over stones and sticks as I wandered deeper in. I could not longer see anything. I just tried to keep in a straight line as much as possible. But then gravity won out and I fell over a fallen branch, cracking my head on the floor, blackness finally overtook me.
PAUL'S POVThe first thing I saw as I entered Sam's house was him running out and phasing in the back yard. He looked really pissed.
"What the fuck is going on?" I could smell leech but that no longer surprised me; no one was fighting so chances were it was one of the Cullens.
"Fuck knows, all I know is that Dr leech is upstairs, the back door has been kicked in, there is blood everywhere and Sam is pissed. Jacob? Any ideas?" Embry looked to Jacob for answers but Jacob looked as clueless as the rest of us.
"I will go find out what is up with Sam, Paul, go see if they need any help upstairs but don't get in the way, something could be up with Emily and the baby."
I nodded my head solemnly; it would explain everything.
"Sure thing."
Jacob went outside to deal with Sam and me and Embry went up the stairs to see if we could be of any help.
The good thing was we heard no screaming or crying, just quiet whispers talking about blood loss.
Dr Leech was in the guestroom. That didn't make sense to me, surely if it was Emily she would be in her own room.
I walked in and saw Emily sitting with Seth on the floor looking through the contents of a backpack, Jared was with Leah helping the doc, they were leaning over someone on the bed and there was the smell of a lot of blood.
"Ahem," I coughed to get the docs attention. "Jacob sent us up here, he is trying to calm Sam down so he can phase back. What's going on?"
I could smell something underneath the smell of leach and blood. It was a beautiful smell of roses and seawater, but slightly musky. It was drawing me in and I couldn't help but be pulled towards the bed.
What I saw there shocked me. There, lying on the bed was a girl; she didn't look much like a girl at the moment. She was beaten so much that she did not even really look human anymore. Her whole face and body was swollen.
The doc was trying to set her bones; I only knew that because we had all had to have him do it at one time or another. The girl was not even crying out in pain though.
That was when I noticed the line in her arm. Sedative, she was not a wolf so it would work on her. I hoped she was not in too much pain. She should not have to ensure pain.
Where did that come from? I had not had a sensitive before so why should I suddenly start now? And why the hell did Sam run out if it was not Emily bleeding all over the place? Or even Leah?
"Okay, so there is a strange girl bleeding all over Sam's house so who is she and why is Sam pissed?"
I looked to Seth and Emily; maybe they would have some answers. Seth had been patrolling with Sam tonight.
Emily gestured Embry and me over with her hand. We sat down beside her and I saw she was holding a bit of paper, a birth certificate. Seth was holding a passport in one hand and a driving license in the other. I looked at the picture on the licence. She was beautiful. She looked like she might be Quilette but I had never seen her here before. She had a familiar look about her though, as though I might recognise her. And she had the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen. Obviously she was not full blood Quillette but maybe half.
I looked over at the birth certificate that Emily was holding out for Embry and me to look at.
"Oh fuck, that's not good. Is this real?" I could not believe what I was reading; this was screwed up shit.
Childs name: Alexys Uley
Childs date of birth: 3rd Dec 1994 damn she is seventeen today.
City of birth: Seattle
County of Birth: Washington
Mother's name: Belinda McMerr
Mother's place of birth: Seattle
Father's name: Joshua Uley
Father's place of birth: La Push
That meant that this girl was likely to be Sam's sister. That was really fucked up! He had a sister all this time and never even knew about her. I mean, I knew there was some question over embry's paternity but we didn't even think there could be more out there.
Suddenly I felt Sam's presence in the room again, I looked round and saw Jacob standing next to him, holding onto his shoulder to give some support to his brother.
"How is she doc?" He asked, with a lot of emotion in his voice. Sam never showed emotion, he was the toughest out of all of us. This must be really breaking him up inside.
"She has a lot of broken bones which I have had to reset, and I have had to stitch up a few deep wounds. I want to show you something though. But I need you to stay calm."
Sam walked over to the bed and they blocked anyone else's view. I wanted to know what was going on but I also did not want to get on Sam's bad side at the moment by intruding.
Sam let out an almighty roar at what he must have seen on the girls, Alexys', body.
"Sam, I told you, you have to stay calm, if you can't then you can't be in here."
"Okay, I'm calm. I'm fine. So this was a vampire then?"
What?
All of a sudden there were a dozen more people in the room wanting to know what a leech had done this time.
"Everyone please!" Doctor leech took control. "This girl is in a bad state, she has lost a lot of blood. Yes she has been bitten by a vampire, on more than one occasion from the looks of things, no she is not going to turn into one, as with Bella, whoever bit her, had the fortitude to remove the venom from her system before she could be turned. Now, she is going to need a blood transfusion, Sam I will test your blood first as you seem to be the closest blood relative she has here. If you are not a match for her then we will try everyone else. Now, everyone, out!"
The entire pack, save from Sam, Leah and Emily left the room. The girls stayed to give the doc a hand with whatever he needed.
There was a knock at the door and the mom leech was standing there with some more of the doc's stuff.
"Carlisle asked me to bring some more of his medical equipment round, there is more in the car if some of you boys would like to help."
Mom leech was one of the only leeches I actually could say I didn't mind. I would never say I actually liked her but I could definitely stand her. For one, she was one hell of a cook. And she loved doing it which meant we got meals on wheels regularly from her which saved us all some money.
"Sure Esme, go on up. But be warned, it's not a pretty sight up there."
I spent the next ten minutes thinking about the girl that was lying on the bed upstairs. I couldn't understand why I could not get here, her eyes or her scent out my head. I just kept seeing the picture from her driver's license in my mind and then I would compare that to the image of her broken on the bed. It made me so angry. I kept telling myself it was because she is Sam's sister though. That's all it was. Just because she was related to Sam.
A few minutes later Sam came down the stairs with Emily and Leah, he had a very sombre look on his face.
"Hey Sam, I thought you would be upstairs with a stick in your arm being drained." We all knew how fast the doc was at testing these things, he could see things in blood and cells that humans couldn't so he could instantly check.
"I'm not a match." Sam said stonily.
"What, you mean she's not your sister after all? That sucks." I couldn't help but open my mouth. I had hoped the feelings I was having towards her were just because of the relative thing.
"No, she is my sister for sure, but I'm not a blood match for her, we are different blood types."
"So, what do we do now then?" We couldn't just leave her to die; someone had to be a match.
Sam turned to Embry sitting next to me. Why didn't I think of that? Duh.
"Embry, I know we agreed that we didn't need to know, but this is my sister, if there is a chance that you are related to her as well, you could be the closest match. We need to test you man."
Embry sat silent for about five minutes before coming to a decision. "Okay, let's do it."
