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10: Hallucinations

(Ria's POV)

"Janetta..."

I look at her, for once meeting her gaze.

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"...All my life, I've had to hide who I am. I've been told what to do for most of my life. I'm going to at least try to change the things I can control."

"Any more questions?"

"What about Dom?"

I swallow. "...While on the run, I was caught and taken captive. The Volturi have been working alongside the Triad in alliance that has existed for centuries. They took me prisoner on behalf of the Triad. It was there I was reunited with Dominic. I was overjoyed to see him still alive. He was the same person as before, stubborn and protective as ever. When we escaped, he

introduced me to Francesca and Nina, who were running from the Triad as well. From there, we had just stuck together. By then, Francesca had Bonded with me, becoming my Guardian, similar to what's happened between Ren and myself. I am Ren's Guardian, I'll protect her from any danger that comes to her,"

"However, while Fran and I are Bonded as sisters. Renesmee and I are Bonded as...mother and child. This means, uh, I have to be expecting with Ren, to complete the Bond." I finish quietly.

The blonde in front of me gapes; I shift in my seat against the wall. "I'm sorry if you're angry-"

"Thank you."

I blink. "Wha...?"

"Thank you for taking up the responsibility of protecting my niece." She nods. "From now on, you have an permanent ally among the Cullens."

I nod once, "Thank you, Rosalie."

"My friends call me Rose."

"Mine call me Jay."

We smile at each other.

Rising in unison, I nod before she leaves. Sighing, I stare down at my stomach. "We'll have to be careful, won't we, little one?"

I stare at myself in the mirror, wrinkling my nose at my greasy hair and grimy skin. Pulling my long waves free, I let them tumble down my back, moving quickly to take a shower. Scrubbing clean with ginger soap and shampoo, I sigh while pulling on a white T-shirt and dark wash skinny jeans. Combing my hair back into a neat French braid and stuffing my feet into black Converse high-tops. I go out of the room, taking the stairs two at a time. I give a bright smile to the residents in the living room. "Afternoon."

"Hey sis," Dom greets, hugging me from the side.

I walk into the living room, plopping on the couch and tucking my legs under me. "Jay?"

"Yes?"

"Are you alright?"

"Why?"

"You just seemed a bit drained when you came down."

"I'm fine, just got a bit nauseous earlier."

"I'm going to have Carlisle check you out."

"N-"

She's gone.

I get up. "Rose?"

I blink and she is in front of me. "Please stay during Carlisle's exam, I still don't feel quite comfortable around men."

She nods. "Of course."

I get out my phone, dialing Paul's number.

Walking outside, I wait impatiently until a familiar voice comes over the phone. "'Nettie?"

"Paul, Carlisle is going to run some tests on me. I don't want him to, Nina's insisting that they be done, though. I feel a bit uncomfortable around him, do you mind-?"

"I'll be right over."

I let out a sigh of relief as the line goes dead, turning towards Rose, "Alright, I-I'm ready,"

She smiles comfortingly at me. "It'll be alright. I'll make sure Paul is in here before Carlisle begins."

I smile, wrapping my arms around my torso. She leads me to Carlisle's study, where she bid me to sit on a paper-covered table. A loud knock sounds at the door, followed by a voice that makes my skin tingle. "'Nettie?"

"Paul?"

His tall frame enters the doorway, clad in a grey t-shirt and leather jacket. Dark skinny jeans define his tall figure, set off by shredded Chuck Taylor's. I blush when his gaze bores into mine. "Are you okay?"

I nod, smiling. Carlisle walks in, pulling on latex gloves, "Alright, Janetta, let's see what we have,"

I immediately tense at this. Flashes of pale skin and black metal fill my mind as my eyes glaze over with the memory of that horrible day.

I sit alone, huddling in the darkest corner of the damp and moldy room, freezing and hungry in my worn clothing. I jerk up and begin to hyperventilate when an unnatural breeze passes along my sunken cheeks.

This is how he always begins.

I try to shrink my body into an even smaller ball, as if that would protect me. His copper hair glows with the light filtering through the open doorway, but I don't bother trying to run anymore; I gave that up years ago. I weakly raise my chin. "Hello, Demetri." My voice shakes, and I curse myself for showing weakness.

I can vaguely see his burgundy eyes glinting with sadistic mirth as he steps into the room.

"Janetta." He returns. This had been the first time I had used this name.

Setting down a tray of food for me, he motions for me to eat. But, like usual, I refuse. He growls, but I still refuse, gaining me a blow to the ribs.

"No." I gasp out.

He snarls, grabbing me roughly by my wrist, lifting me up and then throwing me down to the ground. My head strikes the wall, making me cry out in pain. "No!"

"Swear your allegiance!"

I bow my head. "Please!"

"Fine. If you won't pledge yourself to him, let me give you a reminder of who you belong to."

The pain makes me scream. Long and loud, a shrill shriek that no doubt rings through the Volturi castle with a haunting echo. The vampire retracts the branding iron, now steaming and a normal color, away from my body. Dripping red, on the left side of my torso, past my navel, is now the mark of Water burned into my skin.

Intricate and beautiful, a symbol once regarded with respect and honor is now burned into my skin as a permanent reminder that I am property, that I am meant to stand alongside a man I hate. Tears roll down my cheeks as I glare up at the man in front of me with both fear and hatred. And yet, he just puts the brand aside, combs back his unruly hair, and leaves the room, taking the food with him.

Again, I sit alone in the darkness, sobbing quietly with all hope lost.

I wrench back, fully alert now. Taking in a shaky breath, I look up fearfully at Carlisle, whimpering.

"Janetta?" his golden eyes look at me, touching my shoulder, making me shriek.

I blink and suddenly crimson eyes are looking at me with a sneer. I gasp. "NO! Get away from me!"

A cool hand rests on my shoulder. I shriek again.

"Back off, leech!"

I look up through my haze to see a tanned boy crouched in front of me. I feel better around him, like he will keep me safe. "Please help me…" I whisper.

He turns to me, breathing heavily, shaking. His eyes are haunted. "I will, 'Netta."

I tense as he reaches toward me, but he doesn't do anything, just picks me up and carries me out of the room, his whole body trembling.

"W-where are you taking me?"

"Someplace safe."

T.T…I'm sad. That chapter was terrible. Please, don't hate me, but I couldn't post with some family things going on. If you could review and tell me, though, what you want to happen, like where Paul is taking the distraught Jay, I would appreciate it because I don't know where this chapter came from.