I know many of you may hate me. I know I haven't updated in months and I'm not gonna give you some lame excuse. I wasn't feeling it for this chapter at all. I wasn't sure how to continue it so I abandoned it for a while. But I've started writing in it again. I'm sorry for taking so long. Hope you like it.
Rosalie's Pov
I raced home, my vision slowly turning red as the full realization hit me. I had stood in the house of a man who abused his family. I felt disgusted. How a man could hurt his wife and his child was despicable. He didn't deserve to be father of a child like Isabella. An innocent child like her wasn't meant to be in merciless clutches of a man as horrid as Charlie Swan.
I arrived at the house, panting and snarling with anger. Emmett and Jasper looked up from their current game, eyeing me cautiously. Jasper, sensing my anger and hatred, was alert. Alice was sitting on the floor, looking at me, eyes glazed over as she saw into the future. Esme was sitting at the island, staring at me with motherly concern. I could hear Edward on the stairs, stopping at the last step.
"Are you alright, Rose?" Esme asked.
"No I'm not all right!" I snapped angrily, instantly regretting it. "I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Rose, maybe you should sit." Emmett suggested, sensing my hostility.
I was too angry to sit so I settled for pacing near the couch. "What happened?" He asked calmly, staring at me with concerned eyes.
"What happened is that I went to return the Isabella's toy. The father was drunk off his ass but he sobered up when I mentioned the toy. I heard him scream at them. At her. The mother lied which confused me I was already a little suspicious from what Esme had said. When I saw them, my suspicions were confirmed. I could see fading bruises and fresh ones." I sat on the couch with a sigh, feeling worn out, not a common feeling for vampires seeing as we didn't sleep.
"That's not our problem." Edward commented from the stairs.
I sent him an ice-cold glare that should have frozen him on the spot. I sent him thoughts, giving him images of Isabella with her bruised face, her brown eyes filled with such fear it destroyed my heart. I sent him the distant thoughts from when I left, hearing her scream as clear as if I was standing right there.
I saw his eyes widen but it wasn't with anger. It was shock. Shock at how someone would do something like that to a child and her mother.
"Get Carlisle, quick!" Alice's frantic voice rang deep through the house.
I heard Esme dialing on the phone, Carlisle's voice heard clearly over the small device.
"Carlisle, Alice need's you to come now." Esme spoke quickly.
"I'll be on my way." Was his quick reply before he hung up.
We sat there silently, waiting for Carlisle to arrive.
Carlisle arrived ten minutes later, appearing in the living room. He was still in his scrubs and coat. Sitting down next to Esme, he took her hand as he looked at Alice and waited for her to begin.
"As you know, Rosalie went to the girl's home today to return her toy. Our suspicions had been confirmed when she returned and told us she had seen bruises on the girl and her mother. Well, things have taken a turn for the worse. I'm not sure, but in the near future, the mother dies. But she comes to us first. Again, I'm not sure when. But she talks to you Carlisle. And she seems to know you. She said you told her to contact you if anything happened."
All of us looked at him, confused and curious.
"I wasn't going to tell any of you yet. I had already been looking into this for about a year now. Renée first came to me a year ago when Isabella was two. She told me her daughter would soon be three. The smile on her face was large but her eyes were haunted. She had come to me with a broken arm and fractured wrist. The whole time, she sat there, telling me about her daughter who smiled a lot with her and laughed. She didn't have any pictures of her but her description of the girl was vivid. As I continued to check her, I saw signs of abuse. Firstly she was underweight by fifteen pounds. I could see fading bruises on her but anytime I tried to bring it up she deflected it by talking about her daughter.
When she came back six weeks later, she brought her daughter, who was now three. She introduced me to her but she was incredibly shy. I could see the abuse had reached the toddler as well. Small bruises were visible. She was considerably smaller than most children. Unlike the regular height of most three-year-olds, she was the height of a one-year-old. When her mother went to change, I took it upon myself to weigh her. Most three-year-olds weigh about thirty pounds according their heights. But this child was at eighteen to twenty pounds. It wasn't healthy.
When I took off Renee's cast, I had noticed fresh bruises on her face that she had very obviously tried to hide with make-up. After that, she came back six months later with three broken fingers and sprained ankle. I already knew at this point that she was being abused as well as the little girl. She had brought Isabella with her and I could see more bruises on her arms and face. I had confronted her and I was surprised when she didn't bother denying it. Many times, the abuser tells the one being abused its their fault and many times they start to believe it. But Renee knew she didn't deserve it. She loved him but she knew she didn't deserve it. Especially her daughter.
She didn't tell me everything but she told me some things. She had allowed me to give her a full physical exam as well as her daughter that had dropped a few more pounds. She explained to me that since her husband didn't allow the child much food, she could only stomach five or six bites before she got full and got a stomach-ache. I told her it wasn't healthy and she knew it too. She had sneakily been giving her daughter food after her husband went to bed.
After I had fixed her up, I give her my number and our home address and told her to come to us when she could. She hasn't been to the hospital anymore but she calls sometimes after her husband had gone to bed. I would instruct her on what to do with the cuts to keep it from infection and if she could to take pictures. She sent me some so that we could use. I've been building a case against him ever since."
If I could cry, I would have just then. How someone could endure that still be strong shocked me. I saw Esme and Alice reflecting what I felt.
Emmett looked pissed and ready to kill. Jasper seemed angry as well but he was more controlled about it. Edward..Edward looked beyond angered or furious. He looked livid.
Carlisle's phone rang just then. Looking at all of us, he put it on speaker.
"Renée." He spoke calmly.
We listened quietly and suddenly a scream ripped through the phone. "No daddy, stop!" Isabella's unmistakable voice came through the speaker.
"You're not wanted Isabella! You're my punishment for not using protection. I should have made your mother get an abortion, you little piece of shit!"
"Don't speak to her like that you fucker!" Renée sounded strong just them.
"Mommy!" Bella's voice rang loudly.
All that was heard was the sound of a body hitting the floor and Isabella's scream before everything went silent.
Honestly, I didn't start off writing this chapter with this. I didn't like how it was before and this seemed to fit. I knew that if I didn't put this in soon I would never do it so I finally did it. I really hope you liked it and please review and let me know what you thought of it. Again, I'm sorry for not updating for a long time. I will be updating maybe once or twice a week so please be patient with me.
