A/N: I am so sorry I haven't updated lately, but this chapter was giving me a lot of problems. This is one of the few chapters were I change POV's I don't think I've written one like it yet. I hope it doesn't sound to choppy. If so, let me know!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, it all belongs to Stephenie Meyer, go her!

Chapter 21

I watched as she fell deeper into the curse I had led her to. She was my angel, my baby, but I couldn't help it, she had called the police on me, was about to ruin our family. I had destroyed two perfectly useless lives in one day, I felt a sense of relief, that god would be proud of me. But I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss; Cynthia had been my little angel for so long. Why had I taken her? Of course the voice reared up inside me, nearly shouting, that Alice had caused this, she had caused me to hate, to hurt, and finally to kill.

I heard the sirens closing in, but knew that I could never escape what would come, it was the law, and Cynthia was dying, at my hands because the food was poisoned. But if they never found out, I could play the grief stricken father, although she had reported me as an abusive father. My rage roared at this she had deserved this fate, and I knew it. She would be gone soon, and I would be the one remaining, victoriously carrying out god's deeds.

I never really used to be religious, but then my wife rubbed off a bit on me, I loved her, and learned to love god, and live by his rules. She was the true light in my life, and I would always love her, no matter what.

I looked at my angel, falling deeper into the pit, hearing her call out to me, each time it tore at my heart, and yet each time it was pushed back behind a wall of anger. I felt strong arms wrap around my upper arms, dragging me up.

"We expected more from you Mr. Brandon."

"Well life doesn't always give you your expectations does it?" I snarled. I felt the anger grip me, and I could knew that I was no longer myself, but I didn't care. The anger wouldn't let go.

"What is going on here?" I heard the angelic voice of my darling wife. When no one answered her she repeated louder, "What is going on here? This is my home!"

"Mam, your daughter is being taken to the hospital, and your husband is being charged on account of abuse, and perhaps murder." One of the officers facing her stated quietly.

She came closer to me and whispered in my ear so it looked like a sweet goodbye, "You finally did it?" I nodded once. She smiled. "But you hurt Cynthia in the process." It was a statement filled with sadness. I was extremely disappointed in myself and felt terrible, the anger retreating for a moment before returning abruptly.

"Satan took her, I had no control." Was the last thing I said before the sirens and wails engulfed me.

My eyes fluttered open, and I saw blinding white around me. I shut my eyes quickly against it, but not before it made my head spin and my breathing come in short gasps once again. I couldn't remember what had happened, but somehow I knew that I didn't want to. I groaned when I started to feel the pain in my body starting to climb.

I heard the beeping of my heart monitor starting to increase, as I was now conscious. Of course when the beeping started going up, a doctor ran in to check on me. To my surprise it was Dr. Cullen, who worked with my father.

"How are you feeling Cynthia?" He asked, I almost wanted to pretend I was asleep, but he knew I was awake and so I opened my eyes slowly, to see him looking at me with concern in his eyes.

"Terrible, and… well, betrayed I guess." My voice was a horse whisper, barely coming out right. He nodded, his eyes now filled with sympathy. Doctor's were usually so impassive that it was amazing to see one that was so emotional, if not with his physique or his body language, with his eyes. I felt a sudden wave of nausea, but was able to keep it down. "What happened to me?"

"You were poisoned by Cyanide. You got such a huge dosage in such a short amount of time that you now have…" He sat down on the chair beside my bed, looking uncomfortable. "Cynthia, we are going to do everything we can for you, but you got such a lethal amount that, that you only have a fifty-fifty chance of survival. It all depends on your mindset and how well the medications work."

He didn't leave after telling me this like most doctors, he sat by my bed as I let tears well up in my eyes and spill over. It was such a shock, I was facing death so shortly after Alice had… had… died at the hands of my father as well. My head rested against my pillow, and was aching a lot. Kind of like a really bad migraine, but even more painful.

"Why does my head hurt so much?"

Dr. Cullen sighed, but not in a way that said he was annoyed, but more just feeling badly, "Cyanide works in a way that prevents oxygen from getting into your blood cells, and seeing as blood cells need oxygen to survive, they die off. It can work quite quickly, and since your brain needs a lot of oxygen to function, it is one of the first organ's the poison effects. It can also damage your heart." His voice really was full of sympathy, for what I wasn't sure; he must have seen many more patients in the hospital before.

I watched as he gracefully got up from his chair and turned to me. "I am sorry, but I need to go on my rounds, if you need anyone to talk to, or just want someone to sit with you, let me know, and I will see what I can do." He offered me a small smile as he left.

I whispered, "Thank you," a bit too late, right after the door had shut, and then fell asleep, letting my nightmare's consume me.

A/N: Again I am so sorry that it took so long to get this out! It isn't really all that long either, but it took me forever to get Alice and Cynthia's father's POV to where I at least semi-liked it. Let m know what you thought!