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Last chapter was the longest chapter EVER of CMB!!!

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I'll start chapter 13 now…

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Vinny's POV

All I heard after Bella's outburst was a click and the dial tone. Something's up, something's definitely up.

Did I do something wrong? Let's see… I saved Bella from that rapist guy—no that's a good thing. I brought her home in one piece—good thing. Carried her up to her room—good thing. Her dad liked me—good thing. What did I do then? Was it something about Cullen? Or was it something about the almost-rape that made her scared? Why would she be scared of me? She knows that I would never hurt her! I groaned and tossed my phone to the side; girls are so confusing!

Vanessa walked into my room. "What's up baby bro?" She asked, sitting down on my bed.

"Three words: girls. Are. Confusing!" I mumbled into my pillow.

"Dear God, what happened?" She asked. I looked up at her, saw her bruised face and shot up.

"More like what happened to you?!" I said, getting the sick feeling that it had something to do with that bastard Michael Rudman. Vanessa didn't answer me, she pressed her lips together and gently placed her hand on my shoulder, I knew it was her trying to keep my temper down, I knew that she knew I was going to get mad.

See, I have a tendency to massively screw up people who fuck with my family, me, or my friends. Hurting my sister gets your face beat in.

"It was that Michael Rudman guy wasn't it?" I asked as coolly as I could manage.

"Yeah," Vanessa squeaked; I stood up but she grabbed my shoulders. "Don't, don't go! Please don't…" She started to cry, I knew she was crying even if I didn't look back. I didn't look back at her.

"I'm going to mess that mother-fucker up." I said, storming out of my room. I was seriously pissed right now. I glanced at the clock in the kitchen and saw that it was almost midnight. Uncle E was sleeping on the couch, and Aunt Marcy was watching the news, sitting in the chair next to the couch.

"Where do you think you're going Vincent Rolando?" Aunt Marcy still had her Puerto Rican accent; she was my mother's older sister and had immigrated to America from Puerto Rico, she also enjoyed calling me by my first and middle name. Sometimes my full name was used.

"Out." I said simply, grabbing my coat and shoving my feet into my Jordan's.

"It's almost midnight, now you're going to march back up to your room and you'll do whatever you have to do in the morning!" Aunt Marcy said, in one breath I may add.

"I need to take care of this now." I said, walking out into the cold night air. I grew up and live in the "bad" part of Port Angeles, some of the teachers from my school said kids who grew up near me, and me were from the ghetto of Port Angeles.

I walked down the littered and graffiti tagged street, looking around for Michael Rudman. Then I spotted him—by pure luck I'm sure—making a deal by the trunk of his car with some addict hobo.

I stormed into the parking lot where he was selling. I shouted his name.

"What do you want, kid?" He asked after his customer left. I glared cold and hard at him.

"I'm pretty sure you know." I growled.

"If you want rock, you're gonna have to show some ID and cash." Michael said.

"That's not it." I spat, shoving him back into the bumper and trunk of his car. He shoved me right back.

"What the hell are you doin' lookin' for a fight for no reason?" He asked, trying to intimidate me.

"I have a reason to fight." I said, no fear or shake in my voice as I shoved him again.

"And that would be?" He asked, returning the shove.

"You beat up my sister, mother-fucking bastard!" I shouted.

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??? POV

I just finished up on a car at the auto shop, where the hell is Vinny? We usually meet up at his uncle's shop on Saturdays; that's where I am right now, and Uncle E is here, but no Vinny. The Management Office door is closed and locked so I haven't had a chance to ask what's up. Doing a quick check-over to make sure everything was good under the hood; I dialed Vinny's cell number on my mobile. It rang a few times before I got the answering machine.

"Hey Vinny, it's Bernie. Just wondering where the hell you are. Holla back." I clicked end and shut the hood. I was gonna go find him if I couldn't find out where he was from Uncle E.

I walked into the actual building part of the garage and went to the back where the Management Office was. Surprisingly the door was open. I knocked.

"Come in…" Came Uncle E's tired voice.

I walked in, wiping my hands on my jeans. "Hey Uncle E, do you know where Vinny is? He hasn't shown today. He okay?" I asked.

"I don't have the slightest clue where è mia nipote fucking. Vai via." Uncle E said gruffly before shoving me out of the office. Well somebody has a hangover. Now, I don't know much Italian but I don't think he knows where Vinny is. I wonder what's up with Uncle E too; he's usually a really laid-back happy guy.

I walked away from the auto shop, looking for Vinny. I wandered down the streets towards the more run-down part of town. I wasn't really paying attention until someone came running up to me.

"Bernie oh, thank God Bernie, I need your help! It's Vinny!" I recognized the voice as Vanessa, Vinny's older sister.

"What happened?" I asked, following her to wherever Vinny must be…

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After about five minutes of following Vanessa in a full-on sprint we came to a secluded alleyway. Everyone knew this was where the old school was. We walked back through the alley and towards the old school.

The old school was built in the forties or fifties, when they needed nuclear bomb protection. There's an old fall-out shelter below the school that has become a place that is no longer for a person's protection. In fact it's where a lot of people have bled to death. The fall-out shelters have become a hangout for Holocaust, the Seattle gang. It's kind of ironic when you think about it, Holocaust, like a disaster, hanging out in a fall-out shelter. Anyway, since it became Holocaust turf two years ago, fourteen shootings, twelve stabbings, and six shankings have occurred in the once sanctuaries. Oh, and a ton of gang fights have probably happened down there.

Oh no… I thought as Vanessa raced down the stairs to the fall-out shelter. I ran after her, following the blood stain handprints and blood splattered stairs down into the darkness.

My fears were met, there leaning up against the metal door was my best friend, covered in blood, barely breathing, eyes closed, his sister crying by his side.

"V-Vinny?" I choked out; I knew I probably sounded like a five year old. I stumbled over to him. I slowly fell down to my knees. He didn't even react to my voice. "C'mon man, say something." I managed to say. He still didn't react. Very hesitantly, Vanessa reached out and moved the front flaps of his coat away so we could both see the damage done to his torso. I sob escaped Vanessa's lips, a sob raked through my chest. Thick, black-cherry colored blood still seeped out of his chest, where long gashes dug deep into his chest. No wonder he wasn't reacting.

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Yes, I know I'm evil!!!

You all are probably really pissed at me for hurting Vinny yet again.

Oh, and the "???" POV was Bernie if you didn't catch that.

Review or I'll kill Vinny!!!

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