Something I Can't Have
By InuYashaBaby1
I don't own Twilight or any of its many characters. But I do own the character Kristi!!!
AN: Yo, readers/reviewers! I would like to thank shipporinKIMS11, for really making this possible, for being too perfect, and to SilenceX, for being her very funny character persona. (Those are the basis for Bethie, and Jackie, and if you're wondering who is Pete, well, he really doesn't socialize much, and hates when I talk about anything to do with Edward…) So um thank you reviewers, and those who have yet to review, after you finish this chapter, I encourage you to REVIEW!!!!!!!!
Imaginary conversation with Random twilight characters
Jake: You're a really selfish author. You talk more about reviews than you do about Kristie!
Kimi: Oh please. You are really obnoxious.
Jake: Me? Obnoxious? What about you, Ms. Oh, you are SOOO hot Jake!!!!
Kimi: HEY!!!!
Esme: Hey is for horses dear.
Emmet: Ohh… Kimi got busted.
Kimi: Oh shut it.
Rosalie: My husband will not shut it!!!
Emmet: You tell her!!!!
Kimi: Shut up Rosalie. You're just a dumb blonde!!!
Rosalie: Hey, you're a blonde too!
Kimi: Well, at least I am not a dumb one!!!!!!!!!
Edward: Just get on with the chapter!!!!
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Mrs. Bethie's Mom (Bethie's mom) POV
3 days after the death of Bethie
I walked down a flight of stairs into the Forks morgue (They didn't have one in La Push) where they were holding my oldest daughter Bethie for examination. She was murdered by a boy named Peter Kurchinetz. He was a good friend of hers. I walked along, with my 15 year old Son, Tom, (Timothy the middle child, I have 3, including Bethie) and my 13 year old daughter Stephanie. I wasn't sure what time it was, I had lost all of that sense, there wasn't any time left. I just knew that I got a call, telling me to show up here. Hopefully, Kristie, and Jackie, and Kristie's new boyfriend, got the same call, because although they were just some reckless teens, they were the gentlest people I knew. As I opened the door to the waiting room, I saw Kristie, Jackie, and Kristie's macho boyfriend sitting there, in the thin chairs. I walked in, with a sad fake smile. This was going to be rough.
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Kristie POV
"Hello Mrs. Tajeski." I said saddened. "Hey, Sammy, Hey Tommy." I smiled at Bethie's younger brother, who has had a crush on me since I was in 7th grade. Tommy frowned.
"Who's that?" He pointed to Jake.
"Me? I'm Kristie's very serious boyfriend." Jake smiled deviously, as he said it.
"Oh, um hi." Tommy said, stuttering.
"Excuse me, Are you the family of Elizabeth Tajeski?" A man came out, that I knew to be Charles Swan, the sheriff of Forks. "Oh, hello Jake ,What are you doing here?"
"This is my girlfriend, Kristina Masen, she knew Bethie." Jake stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh, well then, let's get on with this. Normally, we wouldn't let kids in the investigation of a murder, but since you are all here, I might as well state the facts." Sheriff Swan said, obviously offended by Jake's words. (I wonder why…?)
"I really think it's important to talk to experts. This is Dr. Hirsh. She is performed the autopsy on Elizabeth." The sheriff said, as a thirty year old woman came back, she had long black hair, tied in a tight bun. Dr. Hirsh was wearing an outrageous amount of make-up, and had a really mini skirt on. She nodded at her introduction.
"What's an autopsy?" Sammy asked, innocent as possible.
"It's when they take the guts out of dead people." Tom said laughing almost. Sammy started crying.
"No, no honey…" I said smiling, kneeling to get to her level, and putting my hands on her shoulders. "It's when they have a doctor's appointment on a person who passed on, like Bethie." She nodded, and I stood up, and when Mrs. Tajeski wasn't looking, I wacked Tommy in the back of the head.
I walked over to Jake again, and grabbed his warm hand.
"Well, so, after doing a surface examination, we found this in her pocket." Dr. Hirsh, and handed Mrs. Tajeski a piece of crumpled paper, that looked as if somebody had put it through a washing machine.
"Oh My lord." Mrs. Tajeski said, tears threatening to tear at her very soul. She handed me the paper and sat down in one of the plastic chairs.
I looked at the paper, and at the top, in Bethie's neat-yet-completely-messed-up handwriting, it said: Baby Names. It had a list of baby names, girl and boy.
"When performing the actual autopsy, we found traces of, well, rape." Dr. Hirsh said frowning.
"RAPE?" Jackie yelled knocking down the chair behind her. "I SWEAR TO GOD I will kill whoever did this to her!"
"After examining further, we found a fetus." Dr. Hirsh said, again keeping a straight face.
"Jesus" Mrs. Tajeski said, tears rolling down her eyes. "She was really pregnant?"
"Yes. We believe it was Peter Kurchinetz, the sex of the baby was…"
"Female." I whispered, realizing why Bethie had bought a pink blanket, a week ago.
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Flashback-1 week ago
"Hey, what the junk is wrong with you?" I said holding up a pink baby blanket Bethie had just bought out of a GAP store.
"Nothing," Bethie frowned and wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging herself. "What's wrong with indulging?"
"Absolutely Nothing." I smiled, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. "What you say we go home and call Pete?"
"NO!" Bethie yelled. My eyes flared open.
"Ok, we'll just go to my place, and order a pizza or something?"
"Kay. Hey, could we get a peanut butter pizza, with sausages, and pepperoni?"
"Um, sure. What the hell is a peanut butter pizza?"
"You will see my young padawan."
End Flashback
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"It was Pete, I did this to her. This is my fault." I cried. Whimpering. Moaning.
"It's okay Kris…" (Kris is Jakes pet name for me… Well… in 3 day we went from I have no idea who you are to intimate lovers…) "Strategically, these things would have happened anyway."
"Oh, yeah. That makes her feel great ass hole." Jackie hissed.
"Lets calm down here." Dr. Hirsh raised her voice over Jackie's.
"I already sent Chief Swan to check out Peter's bedroom." She said, frowning.
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Charlie POV
I had already got in the Kurchinetz family home, and was making my way up to Peter's bedroom.
I had thought briefly of Jake, and his new girlfriend. Why couldn't he just have stolen Bella from that stupid Edward! But enough of that.
I reached the last door of the hallway, which said: Pete, so I opened it. I looked around. It was normal. There was a computer, a desk, a bed, clothes on the floor, and a darkened closet at the other side of the bedroom. I looked at the ceiling, and there was a door. With a string dangling from it, (One of those things that leads to the attic, You Know?) I pulled the string, to reveille a staircase. I walked up, the staircase to find… a stalkers hideaway.
There was pictures all over the wall of Kristina, of her walking, of her driving her car. Even in Gym class. There was a Dress hanging on the other side of the room, with an enlarged picture of her body in the dress.
There were bags that said: Gum, and hair products. There was a television that played a kiss between the two. There was another television, but it didn't play anything. So I looked into the DVD player attached to the TV, and a homemade DVD titled: Bethie was in there. I put it back in, and turned the television and the DVD player on, it took a second, but an image came up on the screen of Pete. He smiled at the camera.
Contents of DVD
"Hello this is Pete; testing, testing. This is a very special video."
"HELP ME!!!!" Bethie screams.
"Shut up Bitch! ANYWAYS… On this DVD I am going to rape Elizabeth Tajeski. This is a test run, because I intend to use this to see what ways I could make raping Kristina the most painful so Bethie, I want you to be honest on how this makes you feel. Okay?"
Charlie turned off the DVD
"I'm going to need backup." I whispered and dialed the number of the morgue.
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Jake POV
Dr Hirsh walked in to the waiting room, where Kristie's muffled sobs were the only sound of life.
"Miss. Mason, we are putting you in police protection."
"What, why?" Kristie implored her eyes wide with fright. She stood, and I with her.
"We have reason to believe that Peter had intended to rape you, as well."
"I am going to kill that sick bastard." I growled, wrapping my arm tightly around Kristie's waist.
"No need to get angered, but Kristie we found a DVD at Peter's house showing the rape of Bethie, and it said that Pete intended to do the same to you, only much worse."
I could feel Kristie tense up. She shook her head.
"I feel very much protected." She glanced at me softly. I was already staying at her house every night anyway. (AN Perverted wink…)
"We can't force the protection on you, we can only recommend it." Dr. Hirsh smiled sadly. "But I do wish you would take it." Kristie rested her head on my shoulder, and I could feel tears.
"I'm not afraid." She whispered. Realizing that this was the time of day when we normally would go to her house, and she would take a nap, and I would listen to her grandmothers stories, and go to my job. (Yes, I have a job. Me and Kristie are saving up to buy a cottage, so we can live together, before we get married. Oh, and we are defiantly getting married, probably because I imprinted on her, so we are getting married as soon as possible. I already have the ring. ((I'm proposing next month, I want to give her enough time to feel better about Bethie, and boy this is a long parenthesis.)))
"well, at the funeral next week, we are having police come just in case he wants to try anything funny." Charlie said, really coming out of no ware.
"Kristie's tired I'm going to bring her home now." I mumbled as I walked her out of the morgue, passing the weeping Mrs. Tajeski (who was being comforted by Tommy and Sammy) and Jackie who followed us out.
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AN: Kay, Sorry shipporinKIMS11, I didn't write the funeral yet. BUT REVIEW shipporinKIMS11 doesn't count and I say need 1 review to get me by. Take your time… but I don't think Kristie wants to wait for 3 months to go to the funeral.