Esme POV
As Rose told her story, the whole family were quiet. When she finished I walked over and hugged her, whispering 'I know how it feels to be abused by men. Charles sexually abused me and he smacked, punched, kicked and taunted me. I know how it feels. If you EVER need to talk to someone about it, you can talk to me anytime.' She hugged me back and then Jasper said he was really sorry for making her tell us about that. Carlisle saw I was a little shaken by hearing Rose's story again and took me outside, claiming we were going hunting. We ran a little way into the woods and then broke out into the meadow. He untwined his fingers with mine and pulled me close.
"Do you remember when I proposed to you here? When you said 'yes' I know that was the happiest moment of my existence. Please stop thinking about Charles and Rose and think about that instead? I find that thinking about that moment, when I'm sad, it makes everything better."
I nodded and snuggled into his chest. I started thinking about the day he proposed. I was sure, that if I could cry, I would be in hysterics. But I was trying to cry with happiness. That was also the happiest moment existence. But then I started thinking about my wonderful family and their stories. Carlisle picked this up and kissed my hair. I looked into his golden eyes. He saw the pain and asked if I wanted to talk about it.
"Okay." I replied.
"Okay."
"It was horrible. He abused me and it was awful. I was covered in black and blue and scars and cuts. He would threaten to rape me if I wasn't a better wife. I tried, I really did. I tried to be a better wife and to see his good side, but it turned out he didn't have one. He was terrifying. I was really glad when we went off to fight in the war. I hoped he would die. I am a terrible person for that!" I sobbed. "When he came back, fit and healthy, I was petrified. Soon after, I became pregnant. I decided to run away, as I knew that bringing a child into Charles home was a bad idea. One day, I packed my bags and ran. I ran to my cousins. Then to and posed as a war widow. When my little baby boy was born, I was over joyed. But only two days after his birth he died. I gave up the will to live. I ran to a cliff and jumped…."
Carlisle pulled me closer as if to get me as far away as possible from that memory. I looked up again, and saw pain in his eyes. "What is it Carlisle?"
"Charles abused you and I hate to think of that man. How could he abuse such a beautiful, kind, caring and loving person? I hate that man. I hate him." Carlisle spat.
"Oh." I said, shocked at that sudden burst of emotion.
"I really hate him! He turned a bubbly, happy teenager into a broken woman."
"But, you put me back together. You breathed new life into me and I am so glad you found me. I love you Carlisle. I love you."
"I love you too." He breathed.
Suddenly we heard a rustling. A man, who looked a lot like Charles step out of the trees.
"Get off my wife." He said.