I stared in horror as the first blurry chain of memories came through: constant pain and shouting. They got a little clearer: a man with an angry face was beating her, and shouting at her, "Heather! Work! Scrub the floor, don't just wipe the dirt around!" Things like that. Every few seconds the scenery would change. At one point it was in a bedroom. He threw her on the bed and beat her. She blocked out the rest of that particular memory, showing me many different times it happened. It was my… Father… he- he r-raped me. S-several times. she thought, shaking and sobbing. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her. I was furious at her father. I killed him for it, She thought, still sobbing, her mental voice cold, when I was changed, I killed him.
She showed me the memory of her mother's funeral, when she was 6. Her dad wasn't crying, he looked nervous. He beat her to death. Heather's mental voice was weak. She was crying into my chest.
Her father was shouting again, but in another room, at another person. You could hear thuds and the sound of someone slapping or hitting someone else.
Suddenly, it stopped. The screaming, the shouting, the thuds, the smacks. Then there were footsteps. Her father burst into her room, and she cowered against the wall. "come with me." He thundered, "GET UP AND FOLLOW ME!" he shouted at her when she was slow in getting up. He walked over and grabbed her arm yanking her to her feet. She whimpered. "SHUT UP YOU LITTLE B--" Her father shouted in her face, dragging her from her room, into another room. "IF YOU DON'T OBEY ME, THIS IS WHAT'LL HAPPEN TO YOU!" He shouted, throwing her on the ground next to a body. The body was bruised and broken. It was her mother. Heather screamed, both in the memory, and in real time. She completely shut down, sobbing into my chest. I hummed a random tune, Esme's favorite. She calmed down after awhile.
She skimmed most of her human memories, up until one. She was in the woods, and she heard the sound of a cracking branch above her. She ran out from under the tree, and a branch fell exactly where she had been. She looked up and a man jumped down. He was pale, and he had red eyes. She started to scream, but he clapped a hand over her mouth, chipping one of her teeth. She squirmed, trying to get free, but he was too strong. He grabbed her shoulder, and suddenly, she couldn't move. He whipped her around to face him, and leaned in towards her neck.
"This is going to be painful, and you won't thank me. You probably won't be stuck like I am for long. You'll probably die soon enough." He said before his teeth ripped into her neck. Then they came right back out. Heather fell and the pain made her scream endlessly. She skipped over the rest of her transformation. Then she jumped right back in, when she woke up. She skimmed over the rest. It wasn't very important to her. The last thing she showed me was in full detail. My face after she had mentioned Bella. I looked like I was going to drop dead right then, there was so much pain on my face. Then how she had felt when I was gone. She was so worried, afraid I might never come back. She pulled back out of my head and opened her eyes, not sobbing anymore. My eyes were wide with sadness and horror at her human past. She choked out one more sob, and hugged me tight to relieve some of the pain.
Poor Heather… I'm watching some crime investigation show right now(I don't now which one), that's where the ideas are from.
Tidbit: Alice is still sitting where Edward was 'crying'
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