Carlisle's POV

I stood in the driveway waiting when my son and daughter-in-law pulled in. Renesmee was home in bed under the care of Jacob Black so I didn't have to worry about little ears overhearing what I had to share with them.

Bella looked nervous, and Edward was in bear mode not even allowing his wife to open her own door. Together, the two walked hand in hand to meet me on the front porch.

"Carlisle, what is it?" Bella jumped immediately into the conversation she was dreading so greatly. Something was wrong with her sister and she was afraid to know just what it was.

"Bella, Edward, how about we go inside and sit down so we can talk," I suggested not wishing to break the news outside where anyone passing by could witness their response.

"No, I want to know now," Bella demanded, "What's going on?" Edward was doing his best to calm her, but she fought against him even going so far as to shrug his arm away from her shoulder where it rested in comfort. "Tell me," she said, boldly her body braced to accept the news.

I ran my fingers through my hair before taking my daughter-in-law's shoulders into my hands, "Your sister woke earlier after a particularly upsetting nightmare; she broke down and told us why she's been so upset lately," I paused.

"Carlisle?" Edward had already read my mind and was just absorbing the information; he looked as though he were about to be sick. His arm wrapped suddenly around his wife and she eyed him with concern.

"Tell me," she demanded again.

"Bella, Sophie was raped," I hated my words, hated the way they sounded, hated the finality of them and the fact that they were truth.

Bella's reaction was slow. At first, she looked like she didn't believe a word I'd said then her emotions flipped to anger. "I don't know where you're getting your intel, Carlisle, but you need to check your facts," she snapped.

"Bella," Edward warned deflecting her hand as she drew back to punch him. "Enough," he spoke, firmly. "Enough!"

I watched as her expression changed and she moved into a state of brokenness. "That can't be true. It can't. She's only 16. Who would do such a thing? Oh my God," she began to sway. Edward drew her close as I reached out to steady her.

"Bella," I spoke firmly as I tipped her chin up so she'd look at me. "Sophie needs you. You can't fall apart. There will be time for that later, but for now, I need you to be strong and show Sophie that we can handle this together. Understand?"

Slowly, I nodded, "I need to see her."

"Of course," Carlisle led the way to his office where Sophie sat under Damon's closer monitoring. The oxygen was to the side and the iv in her arm kept her in an undisturbed slumber. "I had to sedate her, but it looks like she may wake soon."

With venom filled eyes, I rushed to my sister's side, taking her free hand in my own and pressing kisses to the sleeping teen's forehead. "It's OK, Soph, everything's gonna be OK. I've got you, sis."

Edward stood hesitant in the doorway, "Carlisle, if she never reported the rape, an exam was never done. It'd be too late to collect evidence, but shouldn't she be tested and have an exam to make sure there isn't long-term damage?"

Carlisle nodded and I heard Damon's hitched breath at the turn in the coversation. "I have a colleague I've known for several years who is an ob/gyn. I trust her to do what's best for Sophie."

"Couldn't you do it?" Bella asked in a panicked tone.

Carlisle again nodded slowly, but he seemed hesitant. "I can and I will if that's her wish, but I feel she may be more comfortable with a female."

Sophie's eyes began to flicker and I turned just as her eyes opened, "Hey," I whispered in a musical tone.

Her eyes traveled around the room taking in the presence of each individual.