A/N: Hi everyone! So I wrote this chapter on my iPad because while on vacation I didn't have access to my laptop because I chose not to bring it so this chapter might look a little different. I will fix it once I get back home, but until then just bear with me. Also I am very tired and it's kind of hard to edit on an iPad so please forgive any errors. Thanks for all the previous reviews I really appreciate them. Enjoy this chapter!

CHAPTER 11:

ANGEL'S POINT OF VIEW:

When I woke up I was wrapped up tightly in a warm blanket laying next to the fireplace in the living room. It was dark outside, so I had no idea how long I'd slept for. I heard Mommy and Daddy talking quietly in the other room. Because of how far away I was, their voices were muffled and I couldn't make out anything they said. I remembered what I had done today and started to cry. They would be so mad at me. It was stupid of me to run away. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I was in so much trouble. Mommy and Daddy must've heard my crying because they came rushing into the room.

"What's wrong Baby?" Mommy asked, coming and sitting next to me on the floor.

"I'm sorry I ran away," I cried.

She pulled me into her lap and gave me a hug. She held me and rocked me back and forth. As much as I wanted to accept her comfort, I couldn't. I made a really big mistake and I got hurt and even though they helped me, I knew they were angry with me, especially Daddy. Mommy was holding me, but Daddy was leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. I did my best to stop crying, but I hated knowing Daddy was upset with me. He was just always so loving and compassionate it felt like a sin to do anything to upset him. I just wanted to be forgiven for running away.

"Maybe we should go upstairs and talk about what happened today," Daddy said.

I nodded. "Okay."

"Do you want me to be there too?" Mommy asked.

I took a moment to think about it. "No. I ran away while you weren't home, it was just me and Daddy. I know that you aren't happy with me for doing that, but it was Daddy that I disobeyed so I think I should talk to him about it privately."

"All right. I will go make you something to eat - I'm sure you're hungry - and you can go with your father to discuss what happened," Mommy said. She left the room and headed for the kitchen. It seemed like she was always in there cooking something for me. It was such a mom thing for her to do.

"Let's go upstairs to my study," Daddy said, gesturing for me to follow him.

When we got to his study, he plunked me down in one of the chairs by his desk and he walked around to the other side and sat down in his big black leather office chair. The fact that he wasn't sitting with me told me that I was in serious trouble and we were about to have a serious conversation. I started crying again.

"Are you in pain Sweetheart?" Daddy asked.

"No," I sniffled.

"Good. I think we need to talk about what happened today. Do you feel up to talking about it or do you want to go back to sleep and we can talk about it in the morning?"

Even though I was so bad, Daddy continues to make sure I feel okay. He should be yelling at me, hitting me, causing me pain because of what I did. "We can talk about it now," I said.

"All right. As you probably already know, that stunt you pulled running away today was not okay. You had an attitude earlier, you disobeyed me, and you put yourself in danger and ended up getting hurt. I am very disappointed in you. I will punish you to ensure that you don't do it ever again, but before I decide what that punishment is I want to hear what was going through your mind. Why did you run away?" Daddy asked.

"I got scared," I said.

"What scared you Honey?" he asked.

"Well, what happened with you and Mommy earlier got me thinking about what happened to me. I know that what you guys did is different, you explained that very clearly to me, but it was just on my mind all day. I just wanted some time alone, so I played with toys in my room. But since I was alone and no one was there to distract me, my mind just started to wander and I had a flashback of what my Master had done to me and I just got scared. I had to get out of the house so I told you I was going downstairs to get a drink of water and instead of doing that I left the house. I just wanted to go for a walk by myself to calm down. I never meant to go so far and get hurt. Honest," I sobbed.

"I believe you Sweetie, I really do, but still that does not make it okay. I didn't know that you were scared. Why didn't you come talk to me when you started having flashbacks? I could've helped you," Daddy said.

"I don't know," I said quietly, looking down.

"You don't know?" he questioned.

I stayed silent.

Daddy sighed. "Angel I'm just trying to understand. I want to get to the bottom of this and I want to help you."

"You can't help me. No one can," I said.

"Give me a chance."

"I really don't know why I left, Daddy. I was just scared and I needed to get away. I didn't want to talk about it and I still don't. I don't want to talk about what happened to me so why can't you just accept that and leave me alone!" I snapped.

"What has gotten into you Angelica? This attitude, this shouting, this rudeness needs to stop now. Why won't you open up to me? Sweetheart you need to talk to someone about what happened to you. If you aren't comfortable with talking to me or Mommy about it, that is okay, but then we should get you a therapist or someone, anyone that you feel you can tell. This will never get better and the flashbacks won't go away until you do something to help heal yourself, and telling someone about it can help tremendously. You don't have to be hurt by this man forever," he said.

"I... don't... want... to... ta-talk... about it," I choked out. "I-I'm sorry."

I felt the air move and suddenly Daddy was standing next to me. He gently picked me up out of the chair and hugged me to his chest. One of his arms supported me underneath and the other pressed tightly across my back and he place his hand on the back of my head, tucking it into his shoulder. I clawed at his shirt until I had fistfuls of it and sobbed my heart out. The memories were too much, combined with the things I had done wrong today and I felt incredibly guilty. I felt broken, shattered. I felt like I couldn't breathe, and not only because my sobbing was leaving me gasping for air. Daddy swayed back and forth while whispering comforting things in my ear that I could barely hear over my crying. It felt good when he rubbed my back, when he kissed the top of my head, it all felt good, but none of it was enough to soothe me. Everything was just hitting me so hard and it was too much.

"Angel, calm down for me Sweetie. I've got you. You are all right. Nobody will hurt you," Daddy said.

Minutes later I was finally able to stop crying. Daddy held me the whole time until I requested to be put down. He sat me down in the chair I was previously in before going back and sitting down in his own chair on the other side of the desk. My source of comfort was gone so my bottom lip started to quiver but I held myself together. I could feel Daddy's eyes on me but I kept my head down. I knew he insisted on eye contact, but I just couldn't right now.

"Angel, look at me please," he said.

I ignored him.

"Angelica," he insisted.

Slowly I lifted my head and met his gaze. He gave me a small, understanding smile and grabbed my hand. "Thank you."

CARLISLE'S POINT OF VIEW:

I hated this part of being a parent. I hated having to force my child to talk about something she didn't care to remember in order to fully understand why she ran away and had been acting this way. I would've rather ignored the event and just cuddled her but she put herself in danger and it could not happen again. When we had first sat down I told myself not to hug her or offer any sort of comfort until after our discussion but I couldn't help myself as she became a sobbing mess. Part of it wasn't her fault. She wasn't just crying because she felt guilty she was crying because she was scared and she was having flashbacks. I wasn't going to let her feel all alone during them, for it would only make it worse. I think she has said all that she is willing to say, so now I had to decide on a punishment. I hated having to do this for it reminded me of my father. He found my every fault and punished me harshly for each one. He felt he was doing right by God when he did that, but really it was just his excuse to be who he really is - sadistic. My parenting strategy was to do everything opposite of my father so the thought of punishing my daughter was revolting, even though I would never be a fraction as cruel as he was.

"I understand you don't want to talk about it anymore, and I will not make you, but I do have one question. Do you feel that I know enough about what happened that I can decide a punishment that is fair?" I asked.

It took her a minute to answer. "I guess so."

"Okay," I said. I got up and pulled her chair over into the corner and turned it so she faced the wall. "Now I want you to sit here until I get back. I am going to go talk to your mother for a few minutes. Don't you dare get out of this chair little girl."

As I turned to leave the room she began to cry. It pulled at my heart strings, but I had to be firm and went downstairs to talk to Esme. I was having a difficult time figuring out how to punish Angel and I wanted her input. She had heard mine and Angel's conversation so she already knew what I was about to ask.

"Aren't you being a bit harsh?" she asked.

"I am being as gentle and fair as I possibly can. I hate having to do this, but she disobeyed me and put herself in so much danger today. She also has had an attitude all day so it's time to do something about it, I just don't know what. I have to be so careful with her," I said.

"You're not thinking of spanking her Carlisle, are you?" Esme asked, her voice taking a protective tone. She was going all momma bear on me.

"Esme I would never hit her. I do not believe that form of discipline works. And even if I did, she's too fragile for that. She's such an innocent child. I do not know how to punish her. She never asks to go anywhere, so grounding her wouldn't do much. She doesn't get attached to anything so taking toys away wouldn't really do anything either. How are you supposed to punish a six year old for running away and having an attitude? I just don't know what to do," I said.

Esme thought for a moment. "Well I think for starters we shouldn't take her anywhere fun for the next week. Maybe she could help me with chores for an hour every day. We won't let her watch TV, although I don't know how much she'll care about that. She already had a natural consequence for running away which was getting hurt, and you also talked to her about it a bit. I think that's sufficient, and you could tell her that it's punishment for having an attitude as well. Maybe just do that and also talk to her again about why what she did was wrong and set some clear rules and boundaries for her being sure to include attitude and otherwise. She won't like it, but it's not too harsh and most importantly she will learn."

"I think that's the best we can do. Thank you," I said, kissing my wife before going back up to my study.

I was pleased to see that Angel did what she was told and stayed in the corner. She was sobbing again though.

"I'm back Honey, why don't you come out of the corner now?" I said.

She got out of the chair and walked over to me cautiously. "You're not going to hit me are you?" she asked.

I crouched down and grabbed her forearms and looked her sincerely in the eyes. "Listen to me and listen well, Angelica Anne Cullen. I would never, under any circumstance hit you. I will discipline you whenever it is necessary, yes, but I will never hit you. The meaning of discipline to me is an opportunity to teach. If you do something wrong, I will teach you to not do it again and explain why it's wrong. And depending on what it is you do will determine how I teach you to not do it. There are many ways I will use, but hitting is not one of them. Mommy would never hit you either. We both are here to take care of you and guide you the best way we know how."

"I trust you," she said, looking me in the eye. She wasn't lying.

"Good, now I'm going to tell you your punishment for running away and having an attitude today. I talked about it with Mommy so she knows what's going on and she agrees with me. We feel that you getting hurt was punishment enough for running away, but we will not be taking you anywhere fun for the next week. For the next seven days you will not be allowed to watch TV and also every day you will have to help your mother with chores for an hour. It starts tomorrow, which is Sunday, and ends the Sunday after that. Are you following?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Okay. Now we need to talk about rules and expectations Mommy and I have." I went on to tell her everything we expected of her and what she shouldn't do. "Now that you know these things, you will be punished in the future if you do not abide by them. We will always be fair to you and we will always love you, but we will not allow bad behavior. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy I understand," she said.

"Good girl," I praised her. "Now come here."

I opened my arms and she eagerly accepted my embrace. It felt so good to hug her. She cried for a while longer but eventually calmed down. I was so glad this was mostly over. Hopefully she would do her chores without complaining and the week would go smoothly. A few minutes later she was ready to go back downstairs and talk to Esme. I had to smile because it was Angel's idea to talk to her mother as she had talked to me. She clearly valued Esme and I both as parents and didn't have a preference, although I'd like to think she liked me just a little bit more.

"Mommy I'm sorry for having an attitude and running away," Angel said softly as we entered the room.

"We forgive you Sweetheart, just don't do it again. This next week should help you remember not to behave that way," she said.

"I won't do it ever again, I promise," Angel said.

"Good. Now I think we should get you into bed, it's late, and you've had quite a day. You need to sleep so your body can heal from your injuries," Esme said. She took our daughter from me and carried her upstairs to bed. I think Angel has had enough of me for one day, so I let Esme put her to bed alone.

ANGEL'S POINT OF VIEW:

I woke up in the morning and remembered that for the next week I was basically grounded from everything and have to do chores with Mommy. I knew I'd earned it, but that didn't make it any easier to accept really. Daddy had explained all the rules to me yesterday and I felt shy now. I didn't want to do anything that might upset them. I wished I could just lie in bed all day and not move, that way it wouldn't be possible to make them mad. I was hungry though, and I needed more cream and new bandages for my injuries because they were itching. Slowly I got out of my bed and opened my door.

"Is it okay if I come out?" I asked timidly.

Daddy startled me by appearing from the left side in the hallway. "Of course Angel, you aren't bound to your room. Good morning, come downstairs and Esme will make you something to eat."

"Okay," I agreed quietly. He offered me his hand but I ignored it and just walked carefully down the stairs. I was as quiet as possible so they wouldn't get upset.

"Morning Sweetie, how does oatmeal sound for breakfast?" Mommy asked.

"I'd like that if it's no trouble, thanks," I said. She and Daddy looked at each other. I instantly got worried. "I'm sorry did I do something wrong?"

"No, not at all Sweetheart. Why would you think that?" Mommy said.

I just shrugged and sipped water from the glass I was given. Esme set a bowl of warm oatmeal with sliced fruit on top in front of me. I thanked her again and started eating. Neither of them ate anything, as usual, but they did get up pretty early so I guessed they ate while I was still sleeping. After every two bites of oatmeal I would have to put the spoon down and rub my hand over my bandages. They were itching really badly, but I didn't want to say anything. Mommy and Daddy were already doing so much for me I didn't want to bother them with this too. They deserved a break from my problems. I tried to be discreet about scraping, but Daddy was very observant as always.

"Angel are your injuries bothering you? I've noticed you've been scratching your arm and rubbing your face a lot," Daddy said.

I burst out crying. "They itch really bad."

"Honey you should've said something. Let's get you up to my study and we'll take care of it, okay? Here, bring the oatmeal with," Daddy said, picking me up and carrying me upstairs.

He set me down on top of his desk like he usually did when I was hurt. He peeled the bandages from my face and put some cream on the cuts before putting new bandaids on. Then he cut the gauze off of my arm and examined my wound and the stitches that held it together. He commented that it was healing very well and put some cream over it to make it stop itching. It worked instantly. I was finished with my breakfast by the time he was done taking care of my injuries.

"Does that feel better?" Daddy asked.

"Yes, thank you," I said gratefully.

He picked me up and sat me on his lap in his black leather chair. "Baby Girl, please tell me what's going on. Why are you acting so strange?"

"What do you mean by strange?"

"You just seem so . . . uncomfortable," he said.

"I'm not," I said, looking down. "I just don't want to upset you again. I don't like it when you're mad at me."

"Oh Honey, asking for things or telling me what you need could never upset me. I am your parent and it's my job to take care of you. You have already been forgiven for the things we discussed yesterday. It is a brand new day, and all you are expected to do is treat us with respect and help your mother with chores for an hour when she asks you. I told you we aren't angry with you," he said.

"I know. I just don't want to disappoint you again and I am trying very hard to follow your rules," I said.

"And I appreciate that very much, but that doesn't mean you have to walk on eggshells around us. We love you."

"I love you too," I said. I wrapped my arms around Daddy and he hugged me back.

We went back downstairs and I helped Mommy with some chores. It was really boring, we mostly cleaned. She told me that tomorrow we would go outside and work on the yard. The ground was still snow covered, so that really didn't make sense to me but apparently there was stuff to be done. After I finished my chores Daddy and I played for the rest of the day. He would be at work all day tomorrow so I really enjoyed the quality time with him. That night the three of us cuddled up into their big bed and read some stories. I really love it here. I felt like I belonged.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. It's a bit different from the others so tell me what you think. My plan for the next few chapters is for Angel to experience many different emotions which will throw Carlisle and Esme through a loop and there will be a lot of different dynamics so hopefully you all will be interested in that. If you have any ideas or comments for this story, let me know by leaving a review, I really like hearing from you guys. You are all amazing and I am so happy to have such wonderful readers. Thanks for reading and check out my other stories!