Esme POV:

Oh, God...Carlisle left me.

He figured it out and he ran home. I had no idea how I would recover from my full-blown panic attack. It was the scariest thing I'd ever experienced, especially because the man of my nightmares was discussing how I felt to him, with the boy of my dreams. I was still crying and I longed to be with Carlisle again.

I heard the wailing of police sirens and saw the car speeding down the street. I guess the cops listened to my desperate plea for help. I was again in searing pain and it had only ceased once Carlisle's arms were wrapped around me and holding me tight against his chest. He was my safe haven. Although I was relieved Charles had been arrested, I hated the fact that Carlisle may be mad at me for holding out on him for so long.

Shakily, I walked into the kitchen, expecting dinner to be ready. I was right in my assumptions, but everyone was just sitting there and not eating. Even my parents' eyes were glazed over and silverware plinked on the white plates as they played with their food. My brother and sisters were continuously asking me what that noise outside was and why mommy and daddy looked sad. I pretended not to know and simply shrugged my shoulders. They were quiet the entire time. The whole atmosphere wasn't lively as usual. Instead, it was dreary and dark, like someone had died. In a way, I was the one who died. Not literally, but figuratively. A part of me had stopped living since I was assaulted.

It hurt me to see my family like this, because I was the cause of their pain. It was my mom who found me crumpled to the floor. She picked me up, though as weak as that cruel monster made her, and carried me downstairs. Eric cleaned my wound and wrapped my arm in white gauze. The kids brought my parents ice for my black eye. My parents laid me down on the couch for an hour or so and then I went out. It was random that Carlisle showed up, but he was there at the perfect time. I was sure he knew what happened now.

My mother and Eric were crying, that much I could tell, but nobody spoke a word since I came home, besides the driving experience. I had no idea why my mom took me out, but maybe it was to forget about everything. It would never be erased from our memories, though.

"Mommy, Daddy, aren't we gonna eat?" Edward asked.

"We can't eat without you, sissy, sit down!" Vera said, patting the seat beside her.

"Yeah, we're having pasketti!" Bree bounced up and down in her chair.

Poor babies. They had no idea what was going on. Charles was simply a figment of their imaginations. An involuntary shudder went straight through me as I thought his name, and I sniffled.

My mom raised her head to look at me. "Sweetie, it appears as if no one's hungry except the kids, so they can eat, we'll go to bed,"

"Okay, I have to go to the bathroom,"

She nodded in understanding and I was able to get out of the room full of the people I'd shamed so much.

I ran for my life up the stairs. I looked back when I heard footsteps. My parents were following me up the stairs, but instead of their faces, I saw his face, his ugly and demonic smile...and I picked up my pace. Once I got to the bathroom, breathing hard, I slammed the door and locked it before anyone could come in. As I was sitting down on the toilet to check out my injuries, a loud knocking sounded on the door.

"You in there, baby?" A man's voice? A woman's? I wasn't sure.

"Leave me alone!" I cried desperately. "Please!" I gasped deeply and bravely looked at the pain he inflicted on me. I touched the tender spots lightly and traced the cuts. Were those...teeth marks? Indeed, he had bitten through my vagina like a savage animal on the hunt. Upon inspecting it closer, the bile rose up from my stomach and I threw up right in my hands, choking on my own vomit. Someone was sobbing from the other side of the door.

"Oh my God, Eric...oh my God, she's so broken!"

"What should we do? She won't let us talk to her,"

"He pushed me down first and then kidnapped her. He used us to get easy access to our daughter. She has to explain it to me, at least. She might be sensitive to guys,"

"You're right...I'll see you later, Annie. Meet me in the bedroom?"

"Of course,"

The polite knocking came again, once I returned to my normal senses. A soft voice came through the door. "Honey, would you feel comfortable talking to me about what happened?"

I sighed and pulled up my pants. "Whatever," I unlocked the door and let her in.

"He beat you up,"

"Thank you for stating the obvious, Mom," Anger always won over fear. If I acted mad, she'd feel less guilty. Oh, what the hell was I thinking? I knew nothing.

"Was there more?"

"Why would you think there would have been?"

"You're having trouble with your walking,"

"It hurts to sit down," I admitted. "My pee burns and so does my period. Have you ever heard of...cuts in a girl's...you know, area?"

Mom nodded her head slowly with her lips in a straight line. "Vaginal tearing," she whispered. "Oh, God..." She put her hand to her mouth and tried to blink back tears, but it wasn't working.

"He bit me and I don't have to say the rest about what happened down there. You can assume. In fact, you probably already know,"

"My poor baby!" I was crushed against her chest as our tears mixed together on our cheeks.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you when I first knew he was creepy...I was so embarrassed! I thought you would say he's just being nice!"

"It's too late to apologize. The damage has been done. I'll take you to bed and hold you until you close your pretty eyes,"

"One is completely fucking swollen! Ow!" I whimpered as she walked me to my bed. My breathing was ragged when she helped me into the sheets.

"It'll get better in time. I just know it," she cooed while smoothing back my hair from my face.

My phone rang and I got it out of my pocket. It was Carlisle! Mom knew she had to leave the room, and she did while blowing me a kiss. I gave her one in response.

"Hello?" I squeaked through my cries.

"Esme, you don't have to say much. I know you're upset and I know exactly why you've been acting so distant. I don't want to tell you my theory, because I hope I'm wrong. You can tell me tomorrow at the beach...Lily can take us,"

I was thrilled and my emotions were flying everywhere at top speed. "Okay,"

"See ya,"

"Bye,"

I sank down into my pillow and closed my eyes while I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning came quickly. With the beast gone, there was no more panic, as long as he was in handcuffs inside a jail cell. I quickly got ready for the day and applied my makeup in the mirror. I put on dark jeans and a purple blouse that pushed up my breasts, revealing my cleavage. I wanted to look as sexy as I could. I heard somewhere that if you look great, you'll feel a lot better than before you dressed up. I had no idea if that was true, but it was worth a try. I sprayed myself with perfume and I was ready to go. Lily pulled up just as I slipped on my flip-flops. I attempted running out the door, but it was more of a jog, since my legs were aching from all that pressure from yesterday. I swallowed my tears when I realized that just twenty-four hours ago, I was perfectly safe with my mom in the kitchen.

"Hey, darling," Lily said, smiling. "Long time, no see," She tousled my hair and went up the road to pick up Carlisle. He was buying himself a Starbucks, apparently.

I grinned back at her. "Good morning. I'm so happy to see you," We hugged and then I whispered in her hair, "Your ex raped me,"

She pulled back immediately. "What the fuck? You're kidding, right?" Her smile faded when I looked down at my lap unhappily.

"My mom and I were just talking and about to call the police, you know...and then he just mysteriously snuck in my house through my bedroom window, where he'd been a peeping tom all this time...and then he knocked out my mom, took me inside his house, and just had his way with me. Of course, he locked me in the forbidden room and his friends had some turns. I called the police and he's arrested," I explained the whole story quickly before I broke down.

"Sweetheart..." was all she could say when she dissolved into tears. "I never knew he would go that far. He's never even killed anyone,"

"Yeah, he did. Thousands of girls and women's dead bodies and skeletons were stinking up that room with the dog guarding it,"

"We need to show the police. Oh, that horrible, miserable excuse of a man!" She honked the horn with fury raging through her eyes and she ran a hand through her hair. "I am so sorry,"

"It's not your fault," I said under my breath while Carlisle climbed in the back. "Hi, Carlisle," I greeted him.

"Hey, Es," he replied just as casually.

Lily raised an eyebrow and I mouthed he doesn't know yet at her, so she said nothing further. She dropped us off at La Push Beach, told us to have a great time, and we began to travel the sand by foot without saying a word. I wondered who would be the first to talk. It was eerily silent here, even with him.

"Esme, how's babysitting going for you?" Carlisle asked me abruptly.

I stared down at the sandy beach as I walked and looked at all the footprints we were making. "It's fine. Rosalie's cute and her mom's really nice,"

"And her dad...you haven't spoken about him lately,"

My eyes glanced toward the ocean and then back down at the ground. It was quiet and nice listening to the sound of the waves and taking a stroll beside Carlisle. It took my mind off everything. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked up at him for a second. He was still waiting for an answer.

"Charles is her stepfather. Her dad died when she was just a toddler. She barely remembers him, but she and her mom both love Charles...er, Mr. Evenson," I closed my eyes as I said his name and shivered slightly.

"Do you like him?"

"Yeah, he's fine," I lied and then changed the subject quickly. "So how is your driving lesson with your dad going so far? I love to practice driving with my mom," I looked up and stared blankly into space.

"Esme, you just switched topics on me. You never do that. Are you okay?" He was concerned. I wanted him to hold me and make everything be alright, but my crush on him was a secret, so the most we could do was be best friends.

I nodded my head. "Mm-hm," but my voice cracked and betrayed me. I bit my lip and looked at the sky. "It's so pretty here," I commented, trying to avoid his questions.

"Just like you are. Please tell me, what's wrong?" he demanded.

"Thank you for saying I was pretty,"

He stopped walking abruptly. "Look at me, please,"

I jumped at his voice. It sounded a bit harsh, and I almost stumbled over a rock. He caught me and I loved the feeling of being in his arms. I sighed and looked up at him. "Nothing's wrong, I promise,"

"You're lying. I can see it in your eyes. Are you crying?"

"No, it's just..."

"What? Come on, you can tell me. I'm your best friend. Please trust me,"

"I do, but you'll be disgusted by me," I suddenly felt dizzy and ran away from him to throw up.

As soon as the contents were emptied from my stomach, I stood up shakily and swayed by the trash can. He'd caught up to me. "Esme, why are you so afraid of what I'll think of you? You're my best friend, forever and always. I promise you that with all my heart. Besides, judging by your appearance, he hurt you badly,"

"So? Why do I need to say anything else? He's put away now,"

"But the cops need evidence and we have to go to court. They need all the proof they can get,"

I took a huge breath. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would bounce out of my chest. "I'm broken, okay?" I almost yelled. "I'm a mess! He touched me everywhere! Didn't you see his boner when he described how he fucked that fifteen year old? Didn't you see her naked body on his phone? Did you see her eyes or her whole face? Did her hair show around her face? How many fifteen year old girls do you know, Carlisle? Why do you think you thought it was someone you were familiar with? Well, I'll give you a fat-ass clue! You've known this girl for eight years! God damn it!" My legs shook under me while my heart cracked. Giving him a lecture and a confession at the same time was one of the hardest things I had to do. I was scared to look at the reaction on his face, so I just snuck a peek out of the corner of my eye. I was still crying and I didn't realize he was sitting right next to me and holding me together while I was swiftly falling apart.

His normally warm blue eyes flashed with anger. He was livid. It was understandable. I would be mad at me too. "Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded.

"I don't know," I barely spoke.

"I already lost my mother! I don't think I could lose my one true love as well! I love you, Esme!"

My heart skipped a beat. Did he just say what I think he just said? The stupid tears kept running down my cheeks. "I was so scared to tell you," I said through my gasps.

"I love you, Esme,"

"He seized my arm and forced me to make out with him. He raped me, Carlisle. It's so painful...it hurts my heart to talk about it. I don't think I can move on. Help me! Please," I begged through my blubbering sobs.

"I love you, Esme," he repeated a third time. Did he really mean that?

I shook my head. "He shoved me into the forbidden room after chaining me up and binding me to his bed. He bit me and tore me to shreds. In the forbidden room, there was a ferocious dog barking and baring his teeth at me. Skeletons and dead bodies of his female victims were spread all over the dingy place. It was so dark! He had his friends help him, and I killed them. I killed them in cold blood! I'm a murderer! I'm also a tattletale. I called the cops on him. You can't love me, you just c-can't,"

"I love you, Esme!" he declared in a louder voice. It sounded so strong, so sure. My head spun, but I kept talking anyway.

"Stop it! I hate myself so much. I caused this whole town to go crazy...he put his finger up the baby's dress, beat up my mom and Lily, tricked all you guys, stared at all the women and girls in their bathing suits, made Rosie give him blow jobs through his pants..."

"He also showed himself to Ali and Bella and talked to my sister in a disgusting way. We knew he was sick soon after we thought he was weird. Strange was our first impression of him. Renee called the cops after he showed Emmett and Jasper porn pictures,"

Did he give up on loving me? I continued my rant through my heartbroken tears. "All you guys, even the little ones, have seen my breasts. I wasn't taking a shower. I was taking pictures of myself for him. He threatened to bother my friends and family if I didn't,"

"I love you Esme," He lifted my face to meet his. His eyes stared into mine before our lips joined. I was too shocked to respond as his tongue danced around my mouth. Before I knew it, we were both rolling on the sand in each other's arms while moaning. It felt so good to be with him this way. I was so overjoyed that he didn't push me away, even after my pathetic speech.

"I love you too, Carlisle," I pecked him on the lips one more time before he brought his lips to my forehead and swollen cheeks. He wiped away my tears and kissed my eyelids, being more gentle on my black one.

"You have beautiful eyes,"

"And you're the best kisser in the whole wide world. You are wonderful, much better than me,"

"Hey, hey, we're equals. I'm glad to know everything you told me just now. This is enough to tell the police. We can look him up on the computer and get you to a hospital later today, but now, we have to tell our parents and the rest of our friends and family, and when I get my hands on him, I'm gonna beat him up!"

"I'm shattered on the inside," I insisted. My eyes widened. "No, don't fight for me! He's too strong, he could kill you,"

He pulled me up with him and hand in hand, we ran back to our starting point. We were breathing hard, and my tears were almost gone. I was even laughing and collapsing in his arms when we made out again. It took away the pain, in a way. Carlisle's saliva mixing with my own was the perfect medicine. Now, I could imagine his hands on me instead of the pedophile's.

"Don't worry, baby, I can fix that. I'm planning on being a doctor someday, but I could start right now...and I would only beat him up with a bat or something, if they let me at him,"

"Thanks, honey," He drew me close and I stood on my tiptoes for another kiss. We continued like this for hours on end, until sunset hit. He wrapped his arms around my waist and traced circles against my wrist.

"I love the colors...the sun setting over the ocean is so gorgeous," I murmured.

"Oh yeah," he mumbled, leaning down to suck my neck. I giggled at the feeling and fell on top of him again.

Then, we realized our duties.

"Let's go," I whispered and he pulled out his phone to call Lily to take us home.

We had a mission to complete.

Yesterday was a night out with friends and my boyfriend watching Footloose! That was awesome. Today was twelve hours at a boring soccer game that I suck at...the only fun part was I was with my boyfriend and some friends! I've been thinking about this all day long! Finally I got to write it! Enjoy and review please! Thank you to LaurenFacinelli, TeamCarlisleandEsme8, Just4Me, k8lin713, that kiwi chick, and CarlisleandEsme! And also thanks to those of you who have favorited this story or put it on alert! Love you all! Bye for now!