Guess who's baaaaackkkk! So, slight adjustment, I've decided to make everyone seniors, it's just easier (I know, I said Bella was a sophomore before, but I need this for later).
So, ages:
Jas- 18
Bella- 18
Em- 18
Rose- 18
Ali- 17 (still a junior)
Ed- 17
I own nothing.
Chapter 9: Charlotte
"Son of a whore!" I shouted as my wrist knocked slightly against Carlisle's desk.
He chided me, "Not very ladylike, you know." I shot him a glare. Emmett had long since left the study after having his nose set, so it was just me and Carlisle. "So," he began, "You want to tell me why you punched your brother in the face? Nice, by the way." I smiled at him.
"I'll tell you, but only if I get a question in return."
"Okay. Shoot."
"How did you know I was raped? I mean, you jumped straight to it, you just knew to ask…" I trailed off, unsure if I was phrasing correctly.
He shot me a sympathetic smile as he wrapped my wrist, "Last year, Rose befriended a girl named Charlotte. Gorgeous girl, looked just like you, but with long blonde hair, fairly tall, and quiet as fuck." I almost wanted to laugh as his curse, but I knew it wasn't the time. "Charlotte was sweet, always kind, but had a sort of haunted look in her eyes, just like you. Maybe that's why Rose took a liking to her, but I don't know. Anyway, as I did my rounds in the emergency room one day over the summer, I found her in one of the beds, having been in a car accident. By the way, remind me to take a look at your leg." He tapped the side of my injured leg.
"How did you-"
"Doctor, remember? I may be pretty, but I'm also smart." I nodded, urging him to continue on with his story. "So, as I was saying, she had been in a car accident. She steadfastly refused to let me call anyone, not even her boyfriend, Peter. She wouldn't let me examine her unless Rose was there, for some odd reason. About an hour later, I was done with the exam. The car did a good job of hiding her scars, but I found them." His hands had ceased their job, my arm now wrapped. He looked out the window of the study seeing the neighborhood, tears welling up.
"You don't have to say any more if it's too hard…"I began, hopping off the table and reaching up to place a hand on his shoulder.
He sniffled a little, "I'll spare you the details." He wiped his eyes, "Suffice to say that some bastard named Riley Biers," I stiffened slightly at the name, where have I heard that before? I thought to myself, "Had been raping her for months, followed her from another state, threatening to kill her if she told anyone. Well, she did. She told Peter." I winced as he turned to look at me, a pained look on his face.
"What happened?" I whispered.
"What do you think?" He asked me back, finally looking me in the eyes, "He ran her down. I found out later on that he tried to kill Peter, too. He didn't succeed and he ran, the police can't find him, but he stabbed that poor boy 12 times."
"Where are Peter and Charlotte now?" He looked at me with glassy eyes,
"I visit Peter every day, so does Charlotte. He's been in a coma since the incident. That poor girl never leaves his side. You're, what, a junior now?" I nodded, "So were they when it happened. She's 18 now, so she dropped out of school. She's smart, she'll make it out there, but I still worry about her. She's thin as a board, again, like you." He shot me a knowing look. Desperate to move the subject away from me I asked,
"So do you think Peter will wake up?" He shook his head as he moved to look at my leg,
"I don't know, to be honest. I'd like to think so, I mean, physically there's no reason for him to not be awake, and I think he's just struggling mentally, if that makes sense." I nodded. He brushed a tear I didn't realize had fallen and let out a breath. "Alrighty then! Your leg looks good, so shall we go back to the troops? Maybe get you some food?" I rolled my eyes at his comment. I didn't need any food for now, though I was kind of itching for something…
We left the room, and I purposefully left my purse under the table, eyeing the medicine cabinet.