I got a really disturbing review, saying even though the story is good and they like it...its not believable. She said she has some knowledge in law and even though Bella hurt him severely, it was alright. When you're raped or getting raped, you can do anything for defense to keep yourself safe. So her going to jail, shouldn't have happened. She could have walked out like nothing happened and spent her life the way it should have been. After reading it, my mood changed because it hurt me. But now that I think about, she's right. So if anyone had the same comment/ concern just go along with it. That's what makes the story fiction.

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Chapter 11- After Shock

They placed me on my bed and looked at me with concern. I wanted to tell them I was fine, but I wasn't able to move my mouth, let alone talk. Even if I could talk, I knew I they wouldn't believe me. I know I don't looke fine. My eyes were wide open and my mouth was slightly parted. I probably looked like I saw a ghost. Carlisle eventually left and Angela went to her bed. I was alone.

After some time, my eyes finally closed but I didn't move.

I don't know how long I was out. It felt like hours, but I highly doubted it. I opened my eyes and yawned. I sat up and a wet rag fell in my lap. They probably put it on my forehead while I was asleep. I groaned and stretched. Before I could get off the bed, I was attacked.

Angela jumped off her bed and ran to me. She pulled me to her and grabbed the sides of my face.

"Bella! Oh my gosh. Are you ok? We were so worried. We didn't know what happened to you or when you were going to wake up. I thought Big Sal had done something to you. It took all my power and Carlisle's to stop me from looking for her and beating her ass." She took a deep breath. Good. She needed to calm down. I tried to reassure her, but I still couldn't talk.

Wait! Big Sal. Was that the name of that boyish girl that tried to rape me? The name suits her.

I took my hand and placed it on Angela's cheek. She immediately turned her head so she was facing me.

"I'm ok." I tried to convince her, but my previous situation gave it away.

"What happened to you earlier?!" She practically yelled, but i know she's not doing it on purpose. She's just extremely concerned.

"I think I went into shock." I guess that's what you could call it.

"Why? How?" She asked.

Ididn't want or like talking about it, but she means well. "When... Big Sal grabbed me, somethings she said reminded me of when...Edward grabbed me to rape me.

Angela's eyes suddenly softened up. "Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. You couldn't stop it from happening." I hope she heard the double meaning in my statement.

"I know, but I wish I could." She said in a sad voice.

"It's ok. Don't worry about it...all of this has made me hungry. I want my snack."

"Phew." She scrunched up her nose like she smelled something bad.

iIlaughed. "Carlisle." I called.

He came in less than a minute. I know he wasn't near me. How does he move so fast?

"You still want your pickles and peanut butter?" He asked. Am I that predictable?

"How'd you know?"

"Instincts." He said while tapping the side of his temple. "Just playing. Remember you asked earlier. I was wondering when you were going to ask again."

"Oh yeah. I forgot. Alot has happened, that it slipped my mind."

"Yeah. I'll be right back."

"Take your time. I can wait...well maybe not, but you're not like my personal slave. You have your own life." I explained. I didn't want him to think that I was the boss of him. I look at him like a father even though he could pass as my older brother (even though we don't look anything alike, besides the pale skin).

"I told you. I will take care of you." He added a smile to his face to lighten up my mood.

"I don't deserve you." I said. I really don't. He's just too good.

"Yes you do and more." With that he walked away.

I layed down on my bed and placed a pillow over my head. I wanted to sleep so this day could be over with. First with my visit with Charlie, then with my encounter with Big Sal. Can't I catch a break?

I was about to doze off, but Carlisle came back.

"Your snack, madaam." He handed me a jiffy jar and a kosher jar.

"Thank you kind sir. After I eat this, I'm probably going to turn in. So good night."

"Good night, bella. You need your rest." He gave me a kiss [on the forehead. a fatherly gesture]and walked out.

I sat back on my bed and hit the bottom of the jar and opened it. I picked up the peanut butter and struggled in opening it.

"Come here, Ang." I called. She was reading a magazine. She came over and sat on my bed.

"Yes."

"Can you open this for me?" I shoved the jar in her face.

"Sure." She took the jar out my lap. It took her no problem to open it. She dipped a finger in it and popped it in her mouth, before giving the jar back.

I glared at her, while she had a playful look on her face.

"Moocher." I called her. She just shrugged her shoulders.

I did the same thing she did, but what I did differently was put the peanut butter on a pickle. I chewed then swallowed. I moaned in satisfaction and licked my lips. It was actually really good. I looked up at Angela, who was staring at me with her nose flared, eyes wide, and mouth open.

"What?" I asked.

"That. Is. Trifling!" She made revy word into its own sentence.

"It ins't. Really. Try it."

"Hell no." She shook her head.

"Please...for me." I said in a small voice. I also gave her the alice pout. I never tried it before, but it always work when Alice does it to me. I miss alice so much. I've never been away from her this long.

Angela finally gave in. Score for me. She took a pickle, but broke it in half. She then took one of the halves and broke it in half. I rolled my eyes at her childishness. She's such a drama queen. They're the midgets, so there wasn't really much of it to break. She grabbed the jar of peanut butter and stuck her finger in it. She spread the peanut butter on the pickle and just stared at it.

"Come on." I encouraged her. She sniffed at it.

"I'm not trying to poison you." I teased.

It was her turn to roll her eyes. She finally took a bite and chewed slowly. She eventually swallowed. I leaned into her in anticipation. I needed a response. A thumbs down or up, anything.

She abruptly shot up and ran to the toilet. She spit it out and faked gagged. It wasn't even that bad. Drama queen. She flushed the toilet and turned the sink on. She ran the water in her hands and swallowed it. She goggled the water and spit it back out in the bowl. She turned the water off and walked back to me.

"It was close to poisoning." She pivoted and marched to marched to her bed. She plopped on her bed to add dramatic effect.

"You know all that wasn't even neccessary."

She obviously ignored my comment because she said, "Good night, Bella."

"Night, Ang." I closed my stuff up and got into bed. Before I went into unconciousness, I realized one thing. I don't eat pickles.


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