Here In Your Arms

by vausesandspanishharlem

Haunted by his past, tormented by her husband, all Esme wanted was to be loved and have her student Alice be her daughter, all Carlisle wished for was a beautiful woman to fall into his arms & stay with him and his son, Emmett forever. Can they be happily in love or will a powerful force break them apart? When the cruel monster makes his final attack on her, is she broken for good?

12. Invasion of Privacy

Thanks for beta'ing, idealskeptic and prereading, K.K. Fush & TheMortician'sDaughter! And by the way, Happy Valentines Day everyone! I know it's not the most romantic chapter&doesn't fit the holiday, in fact this one's kinda dark, but oh well. Enjoy it anyway lol. At least the beginning's sweet.

Warning: This chapter contains rape and a flashback hinting at pedophilia. Before each of the scenes, there is a warning written in bold allcaps.

Esme POV:

"When did you start being a teacher?" Alice asked me as we took a random stroll along the snow-covered path, not really caring about heading to a specific destination. We just wanted to chat and reconnect. After all the months I'd spent with Carlisle, I felt like I had left Alice in the dust. Luckily she had made friends with Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper as well.

"I started being a teacher when I was twenty-three and Renee was thirty-seven. Now, she's thirty-nine, but she still looks so young. She saved me when Charles was gonna hurt me. She told me that when I was an infant, Charles took me from her arms and squeezed me so hard that I cried. My parents weren't home, but Renee was taking care of me. Charles broke in the house and tried to take me away from her, but she fought hard. She protected me like she was my own mother, and she really was my mother when my biological parents died. My mom watched over us and made sure we stayed in contact with each other over the times we were apart."

"So your mom is an angel!"

"She is."

"So are you, Mommy."

My heart stopped. "What?"

Alice looked very embarrassed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Ms. Platt, I mean, Esme…I called you 'mommy' by mistake!" she apologized.

"That's okay, sweetie." Oh, how much I wanted to be her mommy though! She was too perfect for me.

"I was named Mary Alice, but I prefer Alice. My parents and my brother call me Mary or other names I'd rather not repeat…but I'm glad you and my other friends call me Alice."

"I like Alice better than Mary…it sounds prettier."

"Thank you. When's your birthday?"

"June fifteenth. I'll be twenty-six. What about you, missy?"

"I'm turning seven on April ninth."

"A-April ninth?" I whispered shakily. Those memories stung me like a bee. I was so devastated when it happened. I was nineteen when the little nudger growing inside me stopped living when it came out of my belly. Alice's birthday was the same day that my baby's was.

"Yes. Esme, are you okay? Did I say something?" she asked worriedly.

"I-I'm fine, Alice. You know, I was supposed to be a mother…but my baby died of SIDS. I was knocked out from painkillers and when I woke up, my baby had the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck. I didn't even know if it was a girl or boy. It was the doctors who told me it was a girl. A beautiful little girl…I just keep remembering those words they said…'We're so sorry, Ms. Platt, your baby is dead…sudden infant death syndrome,'" I swallowed hard, but the tears still came. That man took away my innocence and the only good thing to come out of it was gone forever. All I really had was Renee, Carlisle, and now, Alice. The other teachers kept me sane, too.

"Ali, I don't mean to cry…"

Her small hand filled my open one. "I didn't know grown-ups cry…they seem too busy to be upset. Sure, they get mad, but I've never seen anyone past the age of twelve cry. Not even my brother cries!"

"There are many things in this world to cry about, dear."

"I'm really scared for you! You're so brave!"

"Not as much as you are, sweetie."

"But kids get afraid more than adults do."

"Oh, believe me, adults get scared too."

"I wonder what Charles…Mr. Evenson is afraid of."

"He's very superstitious. Once, he passed a black cat, barked at it, and kicked it into a tree."

"Poor kitty. I hope it was okay."

"I think it survived."

"I hope so. We should get your doll. Where is she? Ali doll, right?"

"Yeah, she's under my bed…but we can't, otherwise he'd catch us." I looked up at a large white mansion with purple shutters and gasped. "That's my childhood home." How did we wind up here?

"Let's go inside!" she shouted eagerly.

"No, Alice. You never know where he's hiding," I whispered fearfully.

"He's not even here! Come on!" She broke into a run, so I had to go after her.

"Alice!" I waved her forward. Why did she have to be so curious?

"Oh, Miss Platt, don't be so petrified! He left the door unlocked. What an idiot!" Alice yanked the door open and beckoned me to follow her, so I did. I took hold of her hand and we stepped inside.

"Wow. Oh, my," Alice breathed and looked around the place.

I pointed to a wall where a painting of Charles was. "My mother's portrait used to hang there."

"Whoever painted Charles must have had a strong stomach. A really strong stomach."

I jumped when I heard a car running into some leaves and then a frustrated yell.

"We should go." My eyes trailed over the room and then I noticed a tin of cookies. "That was my mom's cookie tin. After dinner, she'd take a soft chocolate chip cookie, break it in half, and she'd always give me the bigger half. When she died, Mr. Evenson would count them so I couldn't sneak one. He'd take a cookie, bring it to his lips and say, 'much too good for children'. The one time he let me have one, it was an oatmeal cookie. I hate those, and he knew that, of course."

Alice shook her head and sighed. "Have one."

"No, he'll notice."

The top was lopsided and I hoped he wouldn't think anyone took one of his precious cookies.

"Where's Ali doll?" she wondered aloud.

"Upstairs."

I should have known she'd do this. "Alice!" I called and chased after her.

"Run!" Alice shouted at me.

"This is my room." I nodded at a door and opened it for us so we could walk inside. Right away, we saw a picture frame with a photo of my mom and I inside. Renee took it of us a few days before my mom was killed.

I smiled knowingly. "That's my mom, Anne Platt. Renee snapped a picture of Mom and I. She said we looked so adorable together."

Alice peeked under the bed and pulled something out. "Is that Ali doll?"

I gasped. "Yes. Oh my God, I've missed her so much!" I reached out to touch it, to hold it, but we heard Charles hollering.

"Brandon, you useless used car salesman scum! I want you around here now, with another car!"

My heart sped up and I grabbed Alice with me. We were trying to escape the house as fast as we could. We quietly tiptoed to the top railing next to the stairs.

"Yes, I know what caveat emptor means, you lowlife liar! I'm gonna sue you. I'm gonna burn your showroom! I'm gonna take that no-good vehicle and shove it up your ass! When I'm finished with you, you're gonna look like roadkill! You what?"

We looked over the stair railing and saw him bellowing at some poor sucker on the phone. He glanced at the cookie tin, saw that the top was lopsided, he sniffed it, and that's the moment we knew that he knew someone was inside his house. We gasped, now afraid.

"Come on," I urged her.

"Shouldn't we hide or something?" Alice asked in a small, frightened voice.

"Yeah, yeah, go to the end of the hall, down the stairs, and out of the kitchen. I'll distract him," I said quickly.

Alice ran down the hall and Charles bellowed, "WHO'S IN MY HOUSE? Boo! Come out and fight like a man!" I peeked out from behind a door while Alice huddled under a ladder. She snuck out successfully into the kitchen.

Suddenly, I heard him coming. Even though I was frozen solid and shaking inside, I threw a heavy shot put ball against the door, ran out, and concealed myself to avert his attention.

Alice bumped into a mop and made things fall down, trying to create more noise. He skidded across the hallway, making pots and pans come crashing to the floor. Charles heard the noise and jumped over the stairwell. "Tallyho!" he exclaimed. The phone was long forgotten. He landed on the floor with a loud bang. I saw dust come up from where he slammed his shoes into the hardwood floor and I gasped. I was so scared for Alice. He could do anything he wanted to me but he wouldn't dare touch her!

Charles looked around the kitchen where he heard the noise. I tiptoed down the steps, he lifted up the tablecloth, but when he didn't find Alice, I sighed with relief. While he ate chocolate cake, Alice slipped down the table legs and I slammed the front door. Charles ran to get it, thinking there was someone there as I raced upstairs. I heard his boots stomping hurriedly up the steps, so I accidentally frightened Alice by getting down to the basement as fast as I could, making pots and pans fall with me. "Oh, it's just you," she mumbled.

I grabbed her hand and pushed her out the door. "Come on, come on." We were very successful escapees.

"Some rats are gonna die today!" Charles jumped out the front door and we scurried under the bushes. He tore through the branches, hurled a wrecking ball at a statue, and growled loudly as the statue crumbled into white pieces of marble.

"My heart's beating so fast! Wasn't that the most dangerous thing you've ever done in your entire life?" Alice whispered. It was a wonder how she could still utter a couple sentences after what we'd been through.

I couldn't speak but then I said, "Come on, let's go."

We crawled through the tall grass near the pathway to the house as Alice was saying, "He shouldn't be allowed to treat people like that. Somebody's gotta teach him a lesson."

I nodded in agreement. "How in God's name did you not get busted under the table?"

"I was so scared and I tried to open a cabinet, but it wouldn't open, so I made myself be stuck on the bottom of the table," she explained simply.

My jaw must have hit the ground. "I had no idea you could do that."

"After he gets out of here again, let's retrieve your doll."

I looked at her with pure shock painted on my face. "You're joking, right?"

My little partner in crime rolled her eyes and let out a short giggle. "Kidding, Esme!"

I sighed and pulled her up. "Sweetheart, you need to swear on your life that you will never step foot inside that house as long as we both are alive."

Alice put her hand over her heart. "I solemnly swear on your mother's gravestone that I won't do that again. Neither of us will."

"Okay. Come on."

Alice looked back at the house. "I'm really sorry, Esme," she apologized.

"It's okay. We both did a very unsafe thing, but we survived. That's the most important thing."

"I mean...I'm also sorry you have to deal with that every day." She jerked her thumb back in the general direction the house was.

"Hey, I have you and Renee, so I'm fine…I can handle him. It's you who I'm the most worried about. That's your stop, so see you tomorrow!" I gave her a big hug and she stepped onto the bus after putting her backpack on.

The next day, we were back at school. Renee's classroom door opened and in walked Charles. I cautiously turned around before he started ranting.

GRAPHIC SEXUAL VIOLENCE COMING UP...PLEASE SKIP THIS PART IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ.

"Oooh, lesbian lovers, wanna do a threesome, Renee? You, me, and Esme?" I didn't say anything but Renee squeezed my hand, which was her silent way of telling me it would be okay.

"Fuck off, asshole!" she retorted with a scowl and showed him the finger.

"Ahh that's cool... just wondering...not that I'd ever rape an old woman like you...I like young ones better..." He leered at me with a lustful expression in his eyes, and I turned away. When I felt his hands around me, I squeezed Renee's hand. It was my signal to her for help me.

"Get out of my office! Esme and I were just talking." Renee wasn't afraid of him at all. I wanted to have her personality so badly, but I wasn't born to be brave. She didn't even flinch when he raised his hand to smack her. I jabbed him hard in the stomach before he could touch her.

"About what?" he asked suspiciously. I took a short breath and my best friend skimmed her thumb over my knuckles.

"N-nothing sir," I mumbled faintly.

"Let me love my niece...outta the way, bitch!" He shoved Renee to the side, she hit the desk, and we both screamed when our hands separated. "I need to be inside you, now! STRIP!" He forced Renee into the closet so she couldn't protect me. "Stay there, you wicked witch of the West!" I heard her kick the door and then I quickly peeled off my clothes when he started yelling at me to hurry up.

"Y-yes master!" I gasped, now very afraid.

"I get hot and bothered when you stammer!" He plunged himself inside me while I got rug burn on my backside and bottom. After he climaxed, I was shivering and unable to wipe his cum off myself. He stormed out to jack off. I was blind with tears as I crawled around the floor, looking for my clothes. Renee was out of the closet in a flash. She helped me get dressed by throwing me my clothes. I got them on as fast as possible. She wouldn't speak to me. I knew she wasn't mad at me, though.

"Whoa, Renee, what's got your panties in a bunch?" I asked her suddenly as I combed my fingers through my messy hair.

"My best friend just got raped again for being innocent and silent, and that bastard called me old!" I sniffled and went into my guarded position. She sat behind me and put her arms around me like she did when I was a child.

"No...he had every right to do that...I laughed at him when the newt was in his mouth and I let Alice kick him in the shin really, really hard. It's just my punishment, a quick fuck," I said between my sobs.

"You don't deserve that. That was months ago!"

"Don't worry about being old...you're young and hot...ignore what he says, and as for me, I'm used to it. I mean, at least he didn't strap a bonnet on my head or stick a pacifier in my mouth," I grumbled.

"But you're in pain...I hurt when he damages your body and spirit! We're like two peas in a pod, we stick together forever. And I can't believe he still practices paraphilic infantilism with you! I thought he hated children and babies!"

"It doesn't mean he's a pedophile, he just wants to treat me like an infant and it turns him on. Sick, I know, but what can you do?"

Renee helped me up from my sitting position. "Try to ignore him."

OKAY, IT'S OVER NOW...PLEASE CONTINUE READING.

I took her advice when I got home, but Charles wanted me to talk. Many hours later, he shut me up and I was soon spitting out the pacifier. It tasted terrible.

"Aw, come on, don't spit that out…it's good for you, you petulant child! Or you can have something else in your mouth…after I feed you, little Esme. Who's a good baby? You are! Actually, you're a bad baby because you're bleeding out your cunt!" He smacked my bottom until I couldn't feel it anymore. I had to blow him anyway even though my vision was blurred with tears. Whenever I had my period, he made my cramps even worse. I choked on the baby formula he shoved down my throat and some of it dribbled from my lips to my shirt. After I cleaned myself off and wiped away my tears, I slowly walked upstairs for some peace and quiet in our bedroom. Little did I know, he was in there.

"What do you want, you worthless slob?" he snapped at me when I looked down at the ground.

"Nothing...I-I'll go," I mumbled under my breath. The painful throbbing in my chest returned every time he put me down.

"No, you won't!" he shouted and grabbed me roughly by my arms. "Do you know why I punished you today?"

"I'm sorry!" I sobbed. "I'm sorry that I laughed at you when you swallowed that newt! I'm sorry that I encouraged Alice to kick you in the shin! You know, you're lucky she didn't touch your precious jewels! Please forgive me!" I begged.

"Yes...keep going..."

"What else do you want me to say?"

"I'll give you a hint. I had an intruder in the house we shared together as you were growing up."

I gulped and stared at him with wide eyes.

"I don't know who it was or what it was because I didn't catch anything or anyone. But because of that, I had to beat the living shit out of you and take you in some brainless twit's office at school. I enjoyed doing it, thank you very much," he continued.

I let out a puff of air. Thank God he didn't know it was me and Alice, otherwise he would have literally killed us both.

"So you did it out of...anger? Not...lust?"

"I did it for both reasons! I was annoyed as hell when I couldn't find a damn thing and you just do things that make me go crazy with lust."

An eerie, dreadful feeling crept over me. He wasn't a pedophile, but he didn't do well with other adults. He didn't like children better than adults, he hated them all the same...he never matured. He just wanted to dominate me. Without thinking, I asked, "Why do you like me more than any other woman in this entire world?"

"I don't like you. I loved Anne, your precious mommy," he muttered stiffly and threw me against a wall. He scoffed and shook his head. "She never gave me a second glance after I asked her out."

I hugged myself around my chest. "Then what happened?" I asked nervously. "Why did you murder her if you loved her so much?"

"Would you stop with all the questions? When she married my brother, I was furious. I forever stalked her new family, the Platts and took someone who was related to her, would grow up to look like her, and make them mine. I was pleased she was having a girl. I murdered her after her husband was gone because I was stuck on you. I don't lust after anyone else. I wanted Anne so badly that once I got the next closest thing, I'm content with life now."

"But there's no use being obsessed with someone who obviously doesn't return the feelings. Obsession turns to heartbreak when you don't get what you want," I tried to reason with him. "They say when you really love a person, you have to let them go and if they return to you, they were always yours, but if they don't, they never were. Why waste time thinking about someone you could never have?"

"Your mother was hot. I've seen her naked before. She was a tiny little thing, who I could have easily overpowered...but once she saw me through her bedroom window, she closed the curtains and got herself dressed again. That little glimpse got me going immediately. Of course she had to tell my brother, who then sent me to Ohio and told me never to return again or he would shoot me in the balls. Yeah, your father threatened me. When he went to the war, I was free, and I moved back to Forks, to your pregnant mother and her ever so loyal helper Renee. I pretended to change completely from a horny God to a loving, doting friend, and she fell for it." He snickered. "So damn naive..."

"You tricked her," I said slowly as my brain processed his words. My heart broke for my mom and I clamped my mouth shut to prevent tears from falling.

"I didn't have to try hard at all. I apologized and she was so forgiving...until I developed feelings for her child."

Uneasiness swam around my stomach and I could barely breathe. "Y-you fell out of lust-I mean, love, with her?"

"She showed no parts of her body to me at all. No private parts, at least. She didn't even want me to come in the room where she was giving birth to you. Only Renee was allowed in there, and those bitches blacked out the window so I couldn't see inside. I was so sex deprived that I had to do something! Your father wasn't there, it was just you three girls. I decided the younger, the better. You were the weakest out of all of them, so I enjoyed you the most." Charles grabbed his stiff dick and muttered words that were unintelligible. I was so grossed out and upset that I quickly left the room while he jacked off to memories about me as a kid or my mom.

A few days later, Renee drove me to Carlisle's hospital during his lunch break. We had to lie and tell Charles that I had to get my appendix out. Good thing he believed us. I told my whole sob story to Renee and then repeated it to Carlisle. When I explained Alice's and my adventure in Charles' house, they were astonished that I had even dared to go inside that place.

"Well, it was Alice's idea, not mine, but we did get out safely," I finished my long saga.

"Alice only wanted to rescue your treasures. She had good intentions, but you guys just picked the wrong time to do it," Renee said.

"I don't know what I would have done if you'd actually gotten caught. Your mother is truly an angel who was looking out for you both," Carlisle added.

I smiled. "That's the second time I've heard that."

"Maybe because it's true?" Renee flashed me one of her famous grins.

"Alice suggested it first and then she said I was also an angel, like my mom...and then she called me 'Mommy' by accident."

"Aw, that's sweet," Carlisle said warmly.

"That's funny too...but for you, it's sentimental, since you should have been a mommy six and a half years ago and Alice has a shitty mommy," Renee pointed out.

"So, we're perfect together!" I squealed.

"Mm-hm. Now, you two have like five minutes before I have to take Esme back to school so Charles doesn't beat her to a pulp," Renee announced sourly and then left the room.

"I think you're as wonderful as Alice says you are," he told me.

I looked up at him shyly. "She talks about me? You have conversations with her?"

"Not really, I hear her telling Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper about you all the time. You're a great role model for her. She needs a mother figure in her life as well as a father figure, but she doesn't see me as her father. She's never called me 'Daddy' by mistake."

I laughed a little bit. "You guys have never had one-on-one private discussions either. She's never told you about her home life?"

"Nope...I just heard from Emmett that her parents neglect her, but that's about it."

It was then that Renee signaled for me to go.

"See you later," I whispered into his tight hug. He twirled me around into Renee's embrace. She put her arm over my shoulders and we walked out of the room.

"I wish you could stay longer!" he called after me and I looked back at him.

"Me too," I murmured wistfully.

I came back to school when Charles was acting as Santa Claus and forcing the kids to sit on his lap and then literally threw them off onto the hard tile floor. He was destroying their lunch! Renee advised me to use the cop card on him and pretend that Charlie was still her husband. I could tell she still liked him, even though she denied it.

When the asswipe was finished, I followed him into his office and hissed at him sharply, "You know, I know a cop and he's my best friend's husband! If you touch those children again, I will tell him everything that you have done to me and them!"

"You tell him and you'll be joining your little whore of a mother and I'll make your death look like it was Renee's fault! Two for the price of one!" Charles warned me back through gritted teeth. He grabbed me by the neck and tried to choke me, so I had to back down. This happened every time I attempted standing up to him. He would always threaten to kill me and I knew that one day, he really would damage me so bad that I would die.

The story he told me brought on a horrible nightmare when I was sleeping over at Renee's for Christmas Eve the following Friday.

IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE READING ABOUT PEDOPHILIA THEN YOU MAY STOP READING AND JUST REVIEW THE CHAPTER.

"I wanna pay, I mean...play! I like doing that in kindygaden," I reported to Uncle Charles, trying to initiate conversation with him. "But ebryboddy was aking me why I had a bwack eye."

"I love it when you talk like that," he growled, pulling me in his lap. I felt something hard where I was sitting. Did he have a rock in his pants? Why was he being nicer? He started kissing my forehead and moaning. What the heck was wrong with him?

"Unca, you sick? I think you peepeed your panties and then took a poopie."

"You are gonna make me cum, hottie..."

"I'm not hot. I'm normal...besides, it's cold and you already did come in my room."

"Ohhh, yes...keep letting the words flow out of your mouth," he said in a raspy voice. "Iiiii liiiiiiike iiiiit,"

"Somethin's wong wit yer voice," I giggled.

"Ah, ah..."

"Uh oh, your accident's going in my butt!"

"That's the idea, love bug,"

"I like bugs and love."

"Can't wait til you're older and everything else develops..."

I woke up with a high-pitched scream that made Carlisle bolt out of bed and run to my side in a flash. "Esme, Esme, what's the matter?"

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