JPOV

I look down on my little sister as she lay sleeping in the car. At the young age of sixteen, she looked like she carried the weight of the world on her fragile shoulders. I angrily curse Phil under my breath as I watch her shift her position and wince in her sleep. I assess her visible injuries for the umpteenth time. I still remember that fateful call two weeks ago like it was yesterday.

Flashback

The phone rings and Emmett jumps up to get it.

"Swan residence!" he booms. "He's not here right now; can I help you with something?" there's a pause. "This is her brother, is everything okay, is she okay? What's going on?" Another pause and I watch as my twin slowly sinks to his knees. "No! God! This can't be happening! Who did it?" a feral growl rumbles through his chest. "Sick fucking bastard!" he screams. I'm worried now. Emmett writes a number down on a pad of paper and hangs up.

"What the hell is going on?" I ask worriedly.

"Renee's been murdered and Bella is in critical condition. Phil…he tried to kill her to." He breaks down and I feel a ripple of anger run through my chest.

"What did he do to her?"

End flashback

I was shaken out of my thoughts when I heard Charlie speak. "Now, Emmett, Jasper, Bella has been through a lot, you have got to be careful with her. Emmett, no roughing around or shouting, Jasper, keep an eye out on her and make sure she's okay. She still is in a very fragile state. I need you boys to take her to Dr. Cullen tomorrow for a check-up because I have work all day tomorrow."

"Okay," says Emmett, glancing over at Bella with a sigh.

We pull into the drive sometime later and Emmett gets out and gingerly picks Bella up and carries her into the house. I grab her suitcases out of the trunk and carry them upstairs into her room. I watch as Emmett takes off Bella's shoe and tucks her in under her covers, still fully dressed. She sighs a little before falling back into her deep slumber. I kiss her cheek carefully avoiding the large bruise that spreads along her cheek and jawbone. I turn off the light, leaving a small lamp on, close the door and leave. Emmett follows me down the hall to my room.

"That bastard did a number on her, Jazz. It's the good thing he's dead because I can't control this hate right now."

"I know, bro. all we can do is love her and see that she has everything she needs right now."

We sit on the couch and play video games. Tomorrow is Saturday, so we can sleep in the morning. An hour or two later we hear screams and crying down the hall. We drop the controller and race to Bella's room and see her thrashing around her bed in a nightmare.

"Bella! Wake up! Shhh, it's okay, it's only a nightmare," I say soothingly, rubbing her back. Emmett gets on the bed from the other side and holds Bella.

"He was there! He was hurting me again," she sobs, her breath catching.

"He will never hurt you again, no one ever will, or I swear to God, he will never see another day," Emmett replies angrily.

"I hurt Emmy," she whimpers. I get up and go to her bag, pulling out her pain medicine. I go to the bathroom and get her a glass of water, then head back and help her take a sip of water and hand her two pills. "Stay with me, I don't want to be alone."

We both lay down in the bed with Bella, one of us on each side. She soon falls into a restless sleep, us following not too long after.