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*Emmett's POV*

"She's what?" I spat out in disgust. I couldn't imagine a girl like her being hurt and raped. It wasn't right. It was the most disgusting thing I had heard in my life. Sure, I didn't know this girl well. Hell, I've only known her for a few hours! But it just wasn't right for her to be hurt in those ways. It wasn't right for anyone to be hurt like that. It was revolting.

I looked back at a seething Edward. His hands were balled up in fists and his teeth were clenched together. I couldn't process why he was being so affected by the fact she was being hurt. He didn't even know her. "She's abused! I can still hear her fucking thoughts too!" I could hear a low growl escape his chest. "Calm the fuck down Edward! I'm not happy about this either, but at this rate you're going to massacre this whole damn hospital!" I whispered angrily at him. Usually I was an easygoing type of guy, but this wasn't an easygoing subject. I wanted to kill whoever the fuck was abusing her. Her dad… Then I found myself wondering why I too felt so strongly about her situation. It wasn't like she meant anything to me, but I had the same feeling I did when I saw her unconscious in the car. I felt like I needed to protect her, but being around her was dangerous too. Her smell was the most intoxicating scent I had ever smelled from a human and I could crack at any minute around her. Then, there was also, Rosalie. I already knew she wouldn't like it if I tried to help Stormy. Exposure. Exposure. Exposure. That's the only thing she would care about. I huffed inwardly. I was going to help Stormy no matter what.

Edward ran a hand through his hair and started pacing. Were the thoughts that bad?

"Yes they are. And Rosalie has a point." He said answering the thoughts I was thinking. I hated when he did that.

"Well what do we do?" I asked, watching him pace back and forth. "I know there's a risk of exposure but I'm not going to let her walk out of here without talking to her about this. It just isn't right. I know I don't know her that well, but I'm going to help." I continued when he didn't answer me.

"I'm not going to disagree with you. It isn't right for her to be treated this way. I don't know her at all, but her thoughts are enough to drive me mad. I can practically see the images of him doing those things to her. Never in my whole life have I ever been subjected to listening to these kinds of thoughts. That's why I'm acting like this. It's the most disturbing thing I have ever witnessed. She needs to get out of there." Edward said still pacing. He continued before I could get a word in though,

"I can tell what her scent does to you though Emmett. It swirls around you in a thick haze, just like Bella's blood does to me."

"So you're saying I'll kill her?" I said getting ready to defend myself.

"Don't get all defensive. I'm just saying that you should be careful. Don't let this go to far."

"What the hell are you talking about? All I'm going to do is get her out of there, nothing more."

"Yeah sure you are." He said sarcastically and walked away from me. I was left standing there, wondering what he meant. I sighed and shook it off. Stormy was my main priority.

I walked back into her room quietly. She was sitting up in her hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling. She hadn't heard me come in and it sounded like she was mumbling stuff. "Oh God, please let me die. He's going to kill me when I get home I just know it. So just, kill me now. Send a freakin' chicken flying through the window, I don't care how you do it. Just do it please." She pleaded. I held in a smirk at the chicken remark, this wasn't something to be laughing about. I stood there, waiting for her to notice me. I knew that hearing her say those words would give me an excuse to ask about what she was talking about. I couldn't just come right out and tell her that I know she's abused because of my mind-reading vampire brother. I needed an excuse to get her to tell me and this was the perfect one.

"Who's going to kill you?" I said with a good amount of concern in my voice. She jumped startled and her eyes widened when she saw me. Then, almost immediately, her expression changed. She looked scared and angry at the same time. "What the fuck did you hear me say?" She said, her voice holding a lot of hostility. I kept my distance from her. Thirst was burning my throat like fire. Her scent kept hitting me like a wreaking ball. I hadn't smelled anything like her since that one time in the forest, but I ended up killing those people. Hopefully this time would be different. My body tensed as I forced myself to meet her eyes. I really didn't want to kill her. "I heard you asking god to kill you." I said. My stomach was twisting with hunger and disgust. I felt disgusted at myself for wanting to kill something, someone, who smelt so amazing. It made me feel like an animal.

"No I didn't." She said grinding her teeth. Her grey eyes met my golden ones. I caught sight of the same bruise that I had commented on in the car. That's when I realized she had lied to me about being hit with a basketball. That bruise was probably from her dad. Her attacker. Her abuser. I held in a growl at the thought of him hitting her.

"Yes you did." I said trying to stay calm.

"No I didn't."

*Stormy's POV*

Crap! I tried to keep a guarded expression while I was staring at him. I needed him to believe that I didn't say those words. I couldn't risk my secret. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Why do you feel the need to lie to me? What could I possibly do?" He said. His whole body looked tense as if he were trying to hold back something.

You could ruin my life even more…

"Why can't you just drop it?" I retorted back at him.

"Because you're hiding something!"

"It's none of your business!"

"Why can't you just say it?"

"Say what?"

"You're abused!"

I sat there gaping at him. No one in my whole entire life has known that I was abused. I never confided to anyone other than my notebooks that were constantly thrown into the trash by him.

"I am not abused. I don't understand where you would get an idea like that from." I said in a matter-of-fact tone. I wasn't going to give up my secret that easily. If my life was going to be found out, then I would give a fight before he found out anything.

"Don't try to hide it. Look at all of those wounds and scars on you. They aren't from the car crash. Just admit it Stormy. What are you scared of?"

"Nothing!" Somewhere deep inside of me, I knew I wanted to tell him everything that I had been through. I wanted to yell and scream about what I had been through, but it wouldn't change a thing. It wouldn't change that I had been raped multiple times. It wouldn't change that I was hit on a daily basis. It wouldn't change that my mom was dead and she wasn't coming back. It wouldn't matter if I got out of that house and away from him; I would still be haunted.

A/N: So, there's the chapter. I hope you liked it. I'm sorry if some stuff didn't make sense. Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading! I'll try to update around Thursday or Friday.

~Lyssa789