Another intense chapter, but full of information.

Chapter Ten:

I wake feeling unrested. I look down and see Peter's still fast asleep. Almost as if he knows I'm awake, he wakes and looks up.

"Can we go see Bella again?"

I smile at him. "We need to get washed up and dressed first. Also, I think Jasper would like you to show him that special place at your house."

Peter frowns and only bobs his head at me in response.

We both seem to be quiet during breakfast. We're only just dressed, when Jasper turns up at my door.

"Edward," he says in a tone that tells me he's on duty. "Peter, do you think you can show me around your home?"

Peter takes hold of my hand and looks at me. "Will you ... you'll come, too, right?"

"Yes, I'll come, too."

I walk him outside and help him into my truck.

"Edward, I can take you both over there."

I shake my head at him. "No, I'll drive. We're going to see Isabella right after. I also think this is best, that way he can just leave after you have what you need."

Jasper sighs, nods, and turns walking to his car.

I'm surprised their house looks like a normal, happy family home from the outside. We slowly walk in, and the smell hits us right away.

"Dad doesn't clean; that's Bella's job," Peter says right away.

"Where is your bedroom?" Jasper asks and Peter's leads us to it. I close my eyes, when the smell of urine hits me.

"I peed the bed a lot, and I wasn't allowed another bed or blankets."

I pull him close to me, holding back my sigh, as I look around the bare room.

"What about Isabella, where is her room?"

Peter frowns and walks to a door in his room. He opens it and I swallow seeing the room filled with the words of God and crosses. There's even a list of what a good wife should be like.

"Dad made Bella draw and write all this stuff on her walls, to remind her of what he expected from her."

Jasper swallows loudly. "Can you show us the kitchen?"

Peter walks slowly into the kitchen. It looks like every other kitchen, apart from the fact that all the cupboards are locked with the words MINE across them.

"Okay, one last place, Peter, and then you can leave to see Isabella. Can you show us where Isabella always puts the flowers down in the garden?"

Peter nods and walks out to the backyard. He keeps walking into the woods, and then sits down at a Weeping Willow tree. I bend down next to him.

"She carved 'Mom' into the tree," he says softly touching the tree. My eyes go to it and I hold back my sobs, clearly seeing the carved words, 'I Love You, Mom.'

"Okay, thank you, Peter. You did well," Jasper says with a shaky voice. I pull Peter to me and carry him quickly to my truck.

The whole way to the hospital, he doesn't mutter another word. We are walking to Isabella's room, when I hear yelling.

"Where is my brother!"

"Fuck, that's Isabella's voice," I say to myself and I hurry.

"Don't touch me!"

I bust through the door to see Isabella standing on the bed holding a pole as four security guards and two male staff members are surrounding her bed.

"Back away from her, right now!" I yell, and Isabella's eyes spring to mine and then down to her brother.

"Peter," she whimpers out.

"She's causing a disturbance. She will need to be strapped down," the doctor says without looking at me.

"You strap her down, and I'll show you a disturbance."

"Look here, Sir," the doctor snaps.

But I move forward pushing Peter back a little. "You will not touch her. She was attacked last night, yet you have five men and yourself in here around her. To top that off, she had surgery last night and you felt the need to scare her?"

"What? No! I came in here and she went nuts when I didn't know anything about her brother." He rolls his eyes at the end, which pisses me off.

"Then you should've left to find out. Now, all of you get out of her room and get a female doctor in here to look Isabella over."

They all just look at me as if I'm stupid.

"You have a code of practice for females that are subjects of an attack, and I think it's about time you start to follow it. While you're at it, get the doctor in charge. I'd like to lodge a formal complaint."

They all huff as they leave the room. The door has just clicked closed, and Isabella is kneeling on the floor hugging her brother.

"Isabella, we need to get you back in to bed." I kneel, when Isabella shakes her head.

"Isabella, please go back to bed. Peter can lay with you. The sooner you heal, the sooner you can get back to the ranch with him."

"Bella, please, you're bleeding," Peter whispers.

Thankfully, she lets him go. I pick her up and carry her to the bed. "Can I look at the stitches? I think you may have busted a few open."

She nods at me, keeping her eyes locked with Peter's.

I wash my hands putting on some gloves and pick up a few things to wipe her wound. "You've lost some stitches. Peter, can you press the buzzer three times, please?"

He nods as Isabella looks at me with a little frown.

"Three times is a code that means I need someone now. It's something that only the staff knows and will do."

"But you're a vet," she whispers and closes her eyes.

Within seconds a nurse comes running in. "Hello?"

I smile hearing the confusion in her voice. "Isabella here has busted open a few of her stitches. More than likely, it happened when those wacky doctors scared her. So if you could get me the things I need, I will re-stitch her wound."

"Are you a doctor?" the nurse asks a little confused.

"No, he's a veterinarian that's going through an identity crisis."

I smirk and raise my eyebrow at Isabella, who shrugs her shoulders at me.

"I think she may be better off being seen by a doctor."

"As long as it's a female, you should run off and get her."

The nurse just bobs her head at me, with her mouth in an O shape.

"Edward?" I smile seeing my mom and dad standing there in the doorway.

"You know what Nurse, just bring the items needed, my dad is a doctor. He can stitch her up," I say as I look back at the nurse.

"Isabella, Peter, this is my mom and dad. Mom, Dad, this is Peter and Isabella. Dad, Isabella has pulled a few of her stitches out. Can you take a look at her?"

My dad jumps into doctor mode and moves to her after washing his hands.

"Hey, sweetheart, you can call me Carlisle. I won't hurt you. Is it okay for me to look you over?"

Isabella smiles and whispers a faint, "yes."

"Well, it looks like we have to replace two, maybe three, of the sutures, okay, sweetheart. May I stitch them up for you?"

She moves her eyes around a bit, but gives him one nod to say it's okay.

The nurse walks in placing the suturing kit down. "What can I call you, sweetheart?" my dad asks as he opens up the kit and removes the items needed.

"Bella, I like to be called Bella," Isabella says quietly.

I frown over the fact she's never asked me to call her that, but again, I never asked her.

"Okay, Bella, how did you manage to do this? I hope Edward's not making you do too much work around the ranch."

Isabella shakes her head at him, and looks at me briefly, then down to the floor.

"I believe two of the doctors were looking her over, but didn't know how her brother was. She became panicked and they called security, which only elevated her panic," I say, when Isabella fails to answer.

"Really, well, I think when I am done I should have a word or two with this hospital about their staff's behavior."

I grin, knowing full well that my dad will be ripping someone a new ass over this situation.

We all fall into silence, as my dad works away. Once he's done, he stands up and washes his hands after safely disposing of the used equipment.

"Edward, why don't you and Dad go get some candy and flowers, for Bella and Peter."

I look at my mom, and she gives me that look that says 'just do it.'

"Okay, I'll be back," I say looking between Isabella and Peter. "Dad?" he jumps up and we walk out the door.

"So?" he says as we walk away.

"They needed my help."

"Why didn't you call DPHHS?"

"Because, it wouldn't have helped. Grandpa did, and they sent the same woman every time. She'd show up, have sex with their father, Charlie, and then leave, saying it was all unfounded."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, Dad, I'm absolutely sure. I've never been more sure of anything before. Their house is normal looking from the outside. Inside is a shit hole, at best. Peter's room has hardly anything in it. His bed has no covers or sheets on it, and smells of years of urine-soaked cloth. It's not just a little bit; it's covered, completely saturated. The room is bare. I'm telling you, a prison cell has more of a homey feel. Isabella's room is like a large closet, and it's not much better. Her walls are covered in writing. Words her father made her write. It just made me sick to my stomach with the few I had read. The cupboards in the kitchen that have food in them are all locked, with the words MINE written on them. Why would you do that, if it's only you and your two kids? Then there's the tree out back behind the house, where I think the kids' Mom is buried. Shit, Dad, Peter said Charlie made Isabella dig the grave for her mother's remains."

My dad lets out a breath. "They're both going to need a lot of help."

I only nod at him, because this is something I already know.

We take some time picking up bits and pieces. Sadly, I know more about Peter's likes, than I do about Isabella's. When we arrive back at the room, I know right away something has happened. Isabella has her angry face on and my mom looks a little upset.

"Hey, I got you loads of stuff," I say placing the bag on the bed, and my eyes go to Isabella. I swallow, as she just glares at me, but my heart has softened a lot on these glares, because I know deep down she's just a scared, hurt girl, that's fighting to stop herself from breaking down.

"Stop looking at me like that!"

"I'm sorry, Isabella," I say and she rolls her eyes, before looking away from me.

I sigh and sit down on the chair as there is a knock on the door.

"Hello, Isabella," Jasper says as he stands in the doorway.

"I need to take your statement about what happened last night."

"It was me, I shot our dad," she replies right away.

"Bella, I told him what really happened, and I've shown him where Mom is, too," Peter says softly.

Isabella starts to sob shaking her head. "You can't take him, please ... it was me, and I did it. I'll plead guilty. No moaning or complaining ... anything, please, it wasn't him." Then she turns to look at me, and I can see the hatred in her eyes. "YOU PROMISED," she yells, getting off of bed charging at me. "They're going to take him away now. I hate you! I hate you ..."

Her small hands hit me over and over again. I pull her to me as we slide down to the floor. Once we are there, I pull her onto my lap.

"You did this, you did this, and I hate you," she sobs.

Her hands drop from my chest and go around me as she pulls herself closer. My hand goes into her hair and I move my head a little lower, so my mouth is at her ear.

"He's not going anywhere. I swear to you, you're both free," I whisper. I kiss the side of her head and look around the room to see everyone just standing there, watching the display we just put on for them. Jasper closes his eyes briefly and opens them, mouthing "sorry" to me. With a sigh he walks out of the room.

"Mom, Dad, could you two take Peter out for a little while?"

They don't speak, only nod at me. Peter walks over to Bella and kisses her head. "I'm sorry," he whispers and I shake my head.

"It's so not your fault, buddy."

He shrugs and takes my mom's hand walking out. I slowly stand with Isabella and carry her to her bed.

It feels like hours before she wakes up, and her eyes lock with mine.

"I couldn't say you shot him; it was clear that it was Peter. Peter told them how he got grandpa's hand gun from the shed. He told them he was bringing it to you, because he saw Charlie with a gun. He's safe, he's not going anywhere. They all know what Charlie did to you and to him. You're both going to be safe now."

She looks at me with a blank expression on her face without saying a word.

A/N: So what do you think about what they found in the house? Was it any different than you already suspected it would be? What did you think of the way Edward and his family took charge? Seems Jasper will be busy for a while too, doesn't it?