This was not going to be a good night. Rosalie had told me her depressing life story, and now I was going to tell her mine. The only problem was that Edward didn't know. There was a reason for him not knowing, and I wasn't completely sure that I could trust Rosalie to keep my secret from everyone. I suppose I'll just have to make her swear that she won't tell, but even if she swears she won't tell him it doesn't mean her mind won't.

"Rosalie if asked you to promise you wouldn't tell anyone, would you?"

"I suppose so. What would the promise be?"

"Not to tell anyone what I'm about to tell you. No one knows – not even Edward."

"Is it something so terrible that Edward can't know? I thought you and Edward knew everything about one another – at least that's what he's told the family."

"Yeah, well there's a reason for that. Do you promise?"

"Yes I promise I won't tell anyone. You're secret will be safe with me." I gave her an apprehensive look. "Bella, I promise."

"Alright… I don't really know how to start… I've never told anyone."

"Start from the beginning and work your way through it."

"Well, you know that Rene ran away with me when I was really young. I've always thought that it was because she wanted to run away but was too afraid to do it by herself so she took me with her. She's never been much of a mother. We moved around a lot when I was younger because a lot of times she didn't pay the rent and we'd get evicted. She used to lie to Charlie about where we lived and always had him send checks to a P.O. Box at the post office. That was until she met Jonathan… he sweet talked her and told her that he would take care of us. He did but it was at a price. They dated for a while, but things didn't work out between them. He talked her into staying by telling Rene that it would break his heart if he couldn't see me anymore because I was like a daughter to him. Rene was fine with staying with him because he paid the bills, she could stay out all night with friends, and she had a round the clock free babysitter for me." I paused. I didn't know how to get the words out after so many years of silence.

"It started when I was four. One day I came home from preschool and Rene was gone like always. Jonathan was home though and he had been waiting outside for me when the bus dropped me off. He had made me a snack and then offered to show me how to play piano. I had agreed so he took me into the basement of his house where the piano was. First he played me a couple songs and then he set me on his lap. He showed me how to play Mary Had A Little Lamb and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, then he told me to play them both back for him. When I didn't get it right he put his hands down my pants and told me to try it again. Every time after that when I got one wrong he would pinch me. We were down there for an hour and every time I would cry or try to get away he would pull me back and then pinch harder. He told me to keep my mouth shut about it and go to bed. I did as he told me and cried myself to sleep. I don't know if Rene ever came home that night but when I woke up he was in bed with me. It was so strange and my four year old brain almost thought that what had happened the day before was only a dream. He was so sweat to me and caressed by back and told me that I was his little girl and how much he loved me. I could still see something in his eyes though… something that made me not trust his words. That night Rene came home and Jonathan went out with some friends. I was afraid that he would hurt me again so I told her that he was touching me. At first she looked at me with a very serious look on her face, but it quickly turned humorous and annoyed. Can you believe that she thought that my telling her this was a gimmick to get attention? She told me that telling lies about people wasn't nice and that if I wanted something from her I should just ask, not accuse someone of something terrible like that. After that she told me to go to bed. The next morning I woke up to loud screaming. She had told Jonathan what I said. Of course he played it off to her like he was shocked and had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. He had waited a few minutes after she left and then came to find me. I hid under my bed and hoped that he wouldn't find me, but he did. He dragged me out from under the bed and shook me and slapped me twice – when I tried to get away he grabbed my wrists and twisted until my right one broke. Later he brought me to the doctor and told them that I had fallen out of the tree in the back yard and despite the bruises the doctor believed him. Later Rene came home and asked what happen and this time he made me tell her his lie. She believed it told me that I should be more careful and not worry her so much. Despite appearances, I honestly don't think she's ever really been concerned about me. She comes and acts that way when people are looking but other than that she's off in her own little world where only she exists."

"Bella, I'm so sorry – I'm here complaining but you were just a little girl. Oh Bella I'm so sorry. Did you ever try to tell anyone else? A teacher, or a friend, someone who could help you?"

"Yeah and that was a bust." I couldn't believe how sarcastic I sounded, even in this situation.

"What do you mean?"

"I made the very bad mistake of telling Jonathan's friend Tony."

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I was having a good day… for me at least. Jonathan was out of town for something so he wasn't there to hurt me. Rene had gotten Tony to watch me for the weekend. I'm still really sore from Jonathan hurting me last night. He had made me play happy birthday with both hands because he knew I would mess up. At least he's not here now.

"Hey Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you come over here and we'll watch a movie or something?"

"Okay." Ouch!

"Are you okay Bells? Why are you crying? Tell me what's wrong honey."

"I can't. Jonathan will get mad at me."

"Bella has Jonathan been hurting you?"

"Yes. I told my mommy but she doesn't believe me."

"Oh honey, come here." He sat me lightly on his lap. Before I knew what was happening his hands were down my pants and he was touching me.

"What are you doi- no please don't Tony!"

"Shhhh, honey don't worry. Uncle Tony will be much gentler."

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"When Rene was gone they would be there. I had no way out. If Jonathan wasn't there Tony was there, and if Tony wasn't there Jonathan would be there, or if I was really lucky they would both be there. After that I was too afraid to attempt and tell anyone else… I thought they would hurt me too."

"Bella – how long did this go on?"

"Almost eight years." The tears that fell couldn't be stopped. I hadn't shed a tear about it since I was a little girl. I had become completely numb to my situation; you could even say that I had accepted what was happening to me. That was why I was losing it now. I had tried for so long to block out all of my pain, like I had done with every other unpleasant experience in my life, but it had never really gone away. Jonathan and Tony were still there – in the back of my mind every day, while I slept and dreamt, even in the beginning when Edward would hold me. I was so unused to kind human contact. I hadn't ever talked much, and never really had friends. In reality I had been dead for my whole life – just not in a good way, I wasn't alive - at least not until I met Edward. I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts when I felt two stone cold arms wrap around me.

"It's okay Bella, let it out. I'm here, everyone in this family loves you – even me, and NO ONE is ever going to hurt you again. I promise you that." She held me like that for what must have been hours while I sobbed into her shoulder. Somewhere in that time I managed to fall asleep. When I woke up, she was still there holding me in her arms like a mother would hold a small child, rocking me gently. When I opened my eyes, I didn't speak. I didn't want to ruin this peaceful moment by talking. Rosalie didn't speak either – maybe she knew what I was feeling and thinking, it wouldn't make sense if she didn't. When I finally spoke, my voice didn't sound like me – it sounded like the voice of a person who had just had an enormous weight lifted from them and had for the first time ever, felt relief.

"Thank you Rosalie. I didn't mean to start sobbing on you."

"Don't say sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for. I honestly don't know how you did it."

"Did what?"

"Kept a secret like that for fourteen years. How did you not completely fall apart? I've gone through one thing and as your boyfriend likes to tell me I'm "The most shallow, uncaring, self absorbed, bitter creature that has ever walked the face of the earth." I used to think that I had an excuse. Then there's you – you're kind hearted, caring, and completely selfless and have been harmed beyond imagination. I don't get it." My stomach rumbled like it hadn't eaten in a month.

"Come on I'll make you something to eat."

"It's okay – I'll get something."

"No you won't. Let me take care of you – No one ever has and you deserve it. No arguing, go downstairs after you brush your teeth and do whatever else you need to."

I look like hell, but surprisingly I feel good. When I got to the top of the stairs, a million smells attacked my nose. I walked in the kitchen to find that Rosalie was preparing a feast.

"Are there people coming over?"

"No – why?"

"Who's all of this food for?"

"I realized that I didn't know what you like to eat for breakfast, so I'm making a little bit of everything. How do you like your eggs?"

"Um… Scrambled."

"Go ahead and sit down. You should try the pumpkin waffles – Emeril said they are to die for."

Today everything tasted like I had never tasted it before. For the first time I felt like everything that had happened to me was far behind me. My past couldn't hurt me anymore. In this moment I could run a marathon, climb a mountain and still be ready for more.

"Rosalie? Are you sure you not just trying to fatten me up so you can eat me on Thanksgiving Day?" I heard a pan drop in the kitchen and then Rosalie was standing in from of me.

"Bella – why would you think that? Bella I'm sorry I've been so cruel to you, but I would never hurt you." I couldn't stop the laughter that took over me. She actually thought I was being serious. Well, maybe the "eat the human" jokes weren't a smart move.

"Bella that wasn't funny!" I still couldn't stop laughing and apparently it was contagious because soon enough, Rosalie was laughing along with me. The moment ended too quickly though, and soon Rosalie's face was serious.

"Bella – I need you to give me both of their first and last names"

"Why would you need that?"

"Well, someone needs to take care of the two of them."

"No Rosalie, they don't. Its over – I just want to let it be. Two wrongs don't make a right Rosalie."

"Bella, how can you say that after all they've done to you, and all they've taken from you?"

"Rosalie. You're right in saying that they've taken many things away from me. Between the two of them, they managed to take away my childhood and along with it, the majority of my innocents… but they didn't take my life – I still have that and I don't think it would be right for me, you or anyone else to take their lives over me. I'm not worth it, Rosalie." I can't believe I'm sticking up for the two of them. I must be going crazy, but my logic makes sense to me.

"How can you say that? After what they did to you, you would just have them walk away when they are finished with you, and move on living their happy lives while you've suffered all of this time?"

"Rosalie – I'm not you. What worked for you won't work for me because I'm not the kind of person who feeds off of revenge. And to be honest, in reality I don't think you are either." Now she looks mad, great.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"It means, and correct me if I'm wrong, that you killed Royce and the other men that raped you, and for a very short period of time you felt like you had won. In reality you haven't won anything because they still rent space in your brain and in your heart. You don't go a day without thinking about them and what they did to you. You still mope around everyday – the same scared young woman you were in 1933 walking down a dark street, except now you're bitter, angry, defensive, and a type of person you've never wanted to be. You need to let go Rosalie… we both do." I looked down after that. I couldn't bare her eyes boring into mine, or the rage in them. We sat there in silence for minutes. She didn't move an inch. When I finally got the courage to look up, my eyes were met by hers. They were stone cold black and furious. But then something changed. Her eyes were no longer filled with rage; they were filled with the deepest sorrow I had ever seen worn on someone's face.

The next thing I knew, she was in the living room and things were being smashed into millions of little pieces. Being too afraid to get close to her I stood and watched in awe as Esme's beautiful living room was transformed into a giant room fill with dust and fragments of the things that used to be there. When the dust finally settled, I saw Rosalie on the ground sobbing much like I had the night before, only much worse. I slowly made my way to her and when I did get to her I had no words were worth saying. I sat and held her for hours. I woke up later in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed. Rosalie was lying next to me.

"Bella I'm sorry you had to see that. I hope I didn't frighten you too much."

"No, I'm fine. If you'd like me to, I'll go home."

"Please don't. I really would like it if you stayed. You were right. I'm sorry I flipped it's just… no one has ever said that to my face before. Bella – how do we let go of those things? I don't think I can."

"I think we just need to get rid of everything around us that reminds us of it – rip it up, burn it, whatever. Do you know that while you guys were gone Rene decided to send me old photo albums filled with pictures of Tony and Jonathan? It's like she's never thought twice about what I told her. I'm going to burn them. How about you?"

"I stole pictures of myself from when I was human… along with the wedding dress I was going to wear to marry Royce."

"I'll burn mine if you burn yours. What do you say? We can go out into the forest and start a bonfire."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight."

"Alright – it's already 10:15pm. We should go get your things."

"Okay. I call driver's seat in the pretty red car."

A.N: Okay guys tell me what you think so far. This is my first fanfic so while I do have a planned direction for the story, I'm open to suggestions. Review and let me know. Thanks!