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Edward's POV

I looked out the window at the reporters who refused to leave our property. I was glad we were all able to hunt before they came and planted themselves on our doorstep; even the rain wouldn't get them to leave. It was a miracle that Carlisle was able to get to work everyday. I looked over at Onora who was lying down on the couch watching TV. Esme and Carlisle had both decided to keep her home from school for a while so she wouldn't have to face the impending questions from other students there.

I approached the couch and after Onora lifted her feet I sat down. "Anything good on?"

"I'm on every stinking news channel," she grumbled. She stopped on Channel 4 News where one of the countless reporters who stood outside our house flashed across the screen.

"Onora Wales has yet to make an appearance outside of the Cullen home. Dr. Carlisle Cullen and Esme Cullen have offered to take her in for the time being. Her step-father Scott Nelson has said he is innocent and that he would never hurt the young girl he sees as his daughter." The scene switched to an interview of Nelson in front of his house. "I can't believe Onora would accuse me of this. I tried so hard to be the father she no longer has, but I should have seen the signs. She tried to commit suicide when she was fourteen and instead of having her get help, I hid it for her sake. I wanted things to be as normal as possible for her, but I see that her hysteria has only progressed. I am confident that the courts will see through her lies and I hope that Dr. Cullen can get Onora the help she desperately needs. If you're seeing this Onora, I'm sorry I failed you."

The scene went back to the reporter, "Without a statement from Onora, we can only guess if Scott Nelson is telling the truth. According to reports from classmates, however, Onora was much of a loner spending most of her time in the music room at Forks High and had turned away from the other students since she began attending the high school. Just know, this reporter won't stop still she gets to the bottom of this. This is Sarah Baler reporting for Channel 4 News. Back to you."

The screen went blank as Onora shut it off and threw the remote across the room, "Are they serious? They're making me out to be an attention grabbing depressed psychopath that goes around slitting my wrists!"

"You haven't done that, have you?" I asked as I grimaced. Onora glared at me before pacing the living room. The rest of the family had entered the living following her outburst.

"I just bet that those so-called sources were Stanley and Mallory," she said as she continued to pace. "If I get my hands on them…" I smiled as her accent became deeper. I thought it made her seem cuter. "And what are you smiling about?" She turned on me and growled.

"You should make a statement," Carlisle suggested. "They're only going to be making assumptions until you open up."

She stopped pacing and plopped back onto the couch, "They'll just keep camping out in your front yard." Her tone was apologetic as her thoughts kept circling around that everything was her fault.

"It's not your fault," I tried to reassure as I moved closer and put my arm around her. "It's Nelson's fault and that thing he calls a wife."

A smile almost tugged at the edges of her mouth, but it quickly disappeared. "If only I could convince myself that." I wanted to tell her to stop thinking like that, but I also knew she needed time.

"At least they don't know about the baby," Alice commented as she sat down next to Onora. Onora's hands went to her stomach and her face went pale. Carlisle had done an ultrasound a few days ago and had confirmed that Onora was six weeks pregnant.

"Great way to calm her down," I grumbled to my sister. Esme came forward with a cup of water and Onora took it with a mumbled thanks.

"We've hired a lawyer for you Onora," Carlisle revealed as Onora gulped down her water. "He'll be able to circumvent most of the reporters. Just make a simple statement and refer them to the lawyer. If they continue to stay, they won't get anything new from you."

Onora set the glass down and nodded, "Please don't make me do it alone."

I grabbed one of her hands with my free one, "I'll go out with you. You don't have to do any of this alone."

Onora POV

I clutched Edward's hands as hard as I could as I walked out the front door to face the mob. As soon as they realized it was me, they jumped on me only stopping when Jasper and Emmett both flanked behind me. I couldn't see their faces, but I could see the reporters and I nearly burst out laughing at their looks of horror.

Carlisle came up from behind me and addressed the crowd, "Miss Wales will make a brief statement and answer a few questions." The reporters lit up and nearly assaulted me with their microphones. "After today, if you have any further questions you can contact her lawyer, Robert Preston. If you continue to stay on our property, you will not get any more information."

"The public has a right to know," one reporter shouted. Carlisle opened his mouth to reply, but I shoved him aside and stepped up.

"The public has a right to know that an innocent girl was repeatedly raped by someone who was supposed to protect her?" I asked, my tone cold as ice. "You guys are just a bunch of leeches who prey on privacy and you all think that you are the bringers of truth?" I dropped Edward's hand and clenched mine at my side. "May God have mercy on your soul for your slander." I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down. "Now, I'm going to make a statement and you all are going to leave, or I'll sue every one of you for invasion of privacy and slander amongst other charges." Being the stepdaughter of a lawyer does have its advantages.

The reporters all took a step back and I was surprised at where my sudden courage came from. I glanced I glanced up to find Jasper, who was looking at me and winked before looking away.

"That's my statement," I said as I put my hands on my hips. "I will answer questions for five minutes and then you will have to ask my lawyer."

Reporters began to throw questions at me again and I picked a random one out of the crowd, purposely ignoring the rude on.

"Why did you try to commit suicide?" one pushed forward to ask me.

"I was living with a monster and a mother who didn't care," I replied, sadly. "I felt it was the only way out."

"What made you tell someone now?" the first reporter, a lot kinder, asked me.

"I don't know," I lied as I shrugged my shoulders. I was really glad that my pregnancy was still a secret. "I guess the stress and the pain. Waking up every day not knowing if I was going to be raped or not caused me to break down. I was just lucky that Dr. Cullen believed me and took me in." My nerves settled down a bit when someone squeezed my shoulder in support. I answered a few more questions, trying to keep my answers as vague as possible. I really didn't want the whole world to know.

Esme put her arm around me and led me back into the house. I barely heard as Carlisle gave the reporters the number they could call and was grateful when the door was shut and I burst into tears.

My eyes opened and adjusted to the dark that surrounded me. For a moment I didn't recognize where I was and I began to panic. Cold arms wrapped around me and I calmed down.

"It's okay," Edward whispered in my ear. "You're in your room. You fell asleep after talking to the reporters and we brought you up here." Suddenly the lights came on and I covered my eyes until they adjusted to the brightness. I didn't even feel him move. "I should have left the light on, but I didn't want to disturb your sleep."

"Were you watching me?" I asked suspiciously and Edward seemed a little nervous. I began to laugh, "You were watching me." He smiled and hugged me closer.

"I like hearing you laugh," he said. "It's like listening to music." I blushed and looked away.

"What time is it?" I asked him trying to change the subject. I hope it's dinner time, because I am hungry." My stomach growled as if on cue and I laughed again.

"It's almost eight," he replied, "and Esme is already busy in the kitchen."

I shook my head, "She doesn't have to do that. I can make myself something."

"When are you going to understand that we want to take care of you?" He asked me, a little impatiently and I drew back and got up off the bed.

"After hearing what I said today, I'm surprised any of you want to be in the same room as me," I remarked trying to keep the tears from returning. "I don't even want to be in the same room as me." I jumped when I heard a loud crash coming from downstairs, "What was that?"

Edward's once again wrapped around me in comfort, "That was just Rosalie. She's upset that she didn't see the signs and interfere sooner. She also thinks that if you think none of us wants to be around you, you have another thing coming. We already think of you as family, and no matter what happens we'll always be here for you."

I narrowed my eyes, "Is that what she's thinking or what you're thinking?"

He kissed me on my forehead, "It's what we're all thinking. Actually, it's taking all of Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett's control to go out and kill that raving lunatic from the bowels of Hell who deserves to have his skin peeled off and his heart eaten." He smiled. "While he watches naturally."

We finally went downstairs and the atmosphere was very subdued. I felt sorry for Jasper; he was feeling everything all at once. I really wish there was something I could for them, but I didn't feel all that happy myself.

"Onora," Esme called, "your dinner's ready." I walked to the table and my mood lifted a bit at what Esme had cooked for me. A very large bowl of ravioli. I sat in the dining room alone since I hated it when people watched me eat. When I had explained to the Cullens about my mother calling me fat every time I ate, they agreed to give me some time. I finished eating and washed my dishes wanting to be as little trouble as possible. I just wish there was something I could do. Then I remembered what my papa would do whenever one of us was upset. I hesitated about going through with the plan though. I really didn't want to bother anyone. I'll do it anyway. They told me to make myself at home.

I grabbed some spoons from the drawer in the kitchen and raced to the living room where I flung them down on the small table. "Onora, what are you doing?" Carlisle asked me, but I ignored him as I sprinted up the stairs to my room. I grabbed my CD case- Alice had gone in and grabbed some stuff for me- and pulled out the ABBA CD. ABBA was papa's and mine favorite band and listening to their songs always put us in a good mood. I know Edward hates them… I pushed the thought away and made my way back downstairs. There was a large sound system that surrounded the flat screen and I slipped the CD in. Immediately the song began to play and I grabbed one of the spoons and sang along to it.

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

I started to dance around the living room a bit trying to get the others into it. Alice and Rosalie both grabbed spoons and began to sing along with me.

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

By this time everyone but Edward had joined in. But the smile I saw on his face lifted my heart.

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave them burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

The song ended and I stood in front of Edward, "I know you don't like that kind of music, but I just wanted to help."

He shook his head, "Don't be sorry, I may start enjoying it," he grabbed my chin, "as long as you're the one singing it." Then he did something I was not expecting… He kissed me!