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-Fighting Blood-
Those few hours of peace with the Cullen's was the only peace we got for days or well it seems like days. Could it only have been less than 24 hours since we were with the Cullen's? Well, they do say that time fly's like that an arrow in your hand or well almost, thank God Mark tackled me!
When we were still at the Cullen's house it was so peaceful, well fairly peaceful. After Mrs. Esme hugged us, we were lead to the kitchen for cookies: they were delicious, and the milk was the perfect thing to top it off with. After we finished, Emmett ran in and loudly asked us if he could take us on the tour, but Alice came in and said she wanted to. This went on for a while…
-OooO-
"Alice I asked first," Emmett shouted for the fourth time.
"Emmett I asked earlier and you know it," Alice tried to reason with him, but she was still getting nowhere.
I tried to interrupt, "Why can't both-"
Emmett talked right over me, "Alice! No you didn't! I've been at the house all day and I never heard you ask!" This was like a tennis match, retort after retort. I'm surprised no one has come to see what the ruckus was.
"Emmett I asked while you and Rose where…" she looked at us then back at him, "um… dancing. Yea, dancing," wow did she think we actually thought those two were dancing? Were we two? I learned what 'dancing' was the first time I was almost raped when I was eight; Mark tackled dad's, at the time, goon and we beat him up with sticks. Father laughed when we told him -ass- and then explained in detail what the creep tried to do. As I shivered, I heard someone run down the stairs.
Alice looked at us and then Emmett; it looked like her lips were moving really fast. "Alice!" he boomed when her lips stopped moving if you could call it that, "We're too young to do that, plus dad would have a cow if we were dancing in his house," wow this is a weird conversation, and in front of guests too.
Edward walked in, "Okay, if you two are talking about what I think you're talking about, stop. That is weird. Now," he said looking at us, "if you will follow me, I" he over exaggerated the word, "will be taking you on a tour along with Bella." he looked at the two who just stopped fighting and smirked.
"Edward!" they both whined simultaneously.
Edward kept smirking as we quickly followed him out of the room before another fight could break out.
-OooO-
The tour took a long time. Our visit was over quick after that, and all too soon it was time to see who would be taking care of us. We found out, hell I think we'd have better chances with a group of recruits than that man. He's just like father in every way; we once called him Mr. Creepy, but now he's known as the devil. He has a name but he won't allow us to call him that: he goes by Christopher, but he makes us call him uncle and only uncle.
The Cullen's left, and training began, no actually child abuse began. That's right I admitted it! That man held us at attention and told us not to move or we'd have a 'day at the park.' Then, 'Uncle' beat the living hell outta us; he just kept going and going, God! My braces were affective in protecting my hurt areas, but God my ribs are… it hurts to breathe. Mark looks like shit, but I think all he has is a concussion from uncle pushing him down and then bruised bones on his arms, left leg and collar bone. His spine may be a little damaged as well as his hands, but it's nothing too bad in those places. I actually got the brunt of the beating, again.
He then took us outside and made us brush up on our archery. I love it! It makes me feel powerful to hold a bow with an arrow strung in it. I don't always hit the directed target, but hey what can you do? Well, apparently uncle didn't think I was doing well enough so he took the bow, strung it and told me to hold up my hands, so he could show me precision. Hell the man wouldn't know precision if it hit him in the butt! The fool almost put the arrow straight threw my right hand! If Mark hadn't of tackled me I'd be in the Emergency again! Then the old fool blames me! Me?
Hell, it's always me in trouble since we've moved here. I was the one that had to go to the doctor; the one who had forgotten father's glass, to jump outta bed that morning, the one who made him not pay attention. I had forgotten to pay attention! This is my fault, all my fault. It's all… my fault…t.
-OooO-
I woke to the sound of a creaking step. We jumped up quietly, grabbed our knives, and pulled on long sleeved shirts, we decided before I fell asleep that uncle was going to try something, and we were right. I decided to go towards the door first, closed knife at my side. I wish father didn't keep our guns down stairs… another creak. What the hell? I opened our door and signaled for Mark to follow and close the door behind him. He did and we went into the study across from our room leaving it unnoticeable opened a smidge.
After five minutes of a creaking step at a two minute interval we saw five guys dressed in black surround our door. Hell, he did get the damn recruits. They had nothing in their hands but I could see stuff in their pockets one of they held up five fingers, he closed his hand and started counting. Shoot, we need backup that we aren't going to get; okay we need to plan, he had two fingers up now I opened our link.
"Shit man, what should we do? Try for down stairs when we're in the room, or close the door behind them and try lettin' them out one or two at a time?" I asked quickly for the guy had four fingers up.
Mark shook his head and whispered on the nonexistent wind, "One of us needs to distract the group and the other take out the back, they're in you need to go distract!" I ran out of the room as I opened my knife, I made sure they saw me and that I made a lot of noise as I ran. They piled out of our room after me. I looked back when I got to the banister for the stairs and faced the front person, I saw Mark behind the last guy and I made a swing at the guy. I got part of his shirt and some of his stomach; the knife was very sharp so it was easy to do. He left an area open as he reached for his knife I kicked and heard a satisfying crunch. He fell in pain and I kicked his temple with my foot knocking him out. The next guy charged me knife open I dodged and cut his arm. It wasn't covered so it went deep; he was able to get a swipe in, but the guy behind him got me worse I tucked and rolled heading to the top of the stairs.
The two men charged me again, not seeing the stairs, and I dodged again this time I cut the second guy up from his arm to his back and kicked the other in the behind. Mark had already knocked two out plus my one made all five. We didn't hear the two down stairs move so I ran to our room to get the first aid kit, two pairs of shoes, Marks pants that had the cell phone, also I grabbed two black long sleeved shirts, a back pack to stuff everything in and met Mark in the hall because he went to go get money. When everything was in the bag we high tailed it down the stairs, over the two clumped up bodies at the bottom of the stairs, and out the door. We're bloody, torn up and running for our lives, yea that's just a day in the life of the Callan Twins.
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