WARNING! GRAFIC abuse ahead!

Disclaimer: I don NOT own Twilight or anything involved with that!

-Not Right and Not Easy-

As I started to walk home I began to giggle.

The closer I got to my destination the more I laughed.

When I got home I was havin' a hard time standin' I was laughin' so hysterically.

Father's eyes flashed when he saw me walk through the door alone.

He questioned me, started to threaten, and began to get violent when I didn't answer.

Yet, all I could do was laugh.

-OooO-

I woke up alone, in the middle of the floor in the storm cellar. Mud mixed with blood coated the ground around me. I slowly sat up assessing my injuries and waited for round three or four; I had lost count during the night. I heard utter silence in the room, indicating that father was gone from here at least. Maybe he's gone to work or possibly out searching for Mark, which I doubt. I slowly trudged out of the cellar and in to the basement via the hall. I crawled up the stairs and into the main house smelling bacon. I froze, but then continued my way inside.

"Your awake," he ruffed out.

"Yes, sir I am," I said lightly still walking further into the main house.

"Come here I want to see your face when you talk to me girl." I could hear the sneer in Luke's voice. I turned around and shuffled my way into the kitchen, stopping right inside the doorway my head down and the majority of my weight on my right leg. "Now where were you last night and where is Mark now? LOOK AT ME!" He suddenly shouted.

I looked at him donning a confused look, "What do you mean father, is he not upstairs? He is in our room isn't he," I threw in panic with the next questions, "Father he's upstairs, isn't he? In our room in his bed? What- what do you mean!"

He looked at me judging my sincerity, and then coldly said "You came home yesterday, alone."

I acted like I was thinking, letting my eyes suddenly get wide. I whispered, "I don't remember" letting myself into my act completely. I dropped to my knees letting complete despair lighten my face, "I don't remember. God, what happened?" I brought my hands to my face.

"You're lying."

I took my hands from my face, "Why the hell would I lie about this father?" I spat at him in a scathing tone.

He got up and slapped me across the face, hard. My head turned and I fell off my folded knees, "You will show me respect, child! Now where is your brother?" he yelled at me grabbing a fistful of my hair, and dragin' me upward a little.

"I don't know."

Another slap, "Where did y'all go?"

"I'm not sure, I can't remember."

He lifted me up by my hair further, "Where is that disgrace of your brother?"

"I do not know! Okay?"

He dropped me and round three (or is it four) started.

-OooO-

He walked into his bedroom and slammed the door shut, I sighed quietly. I shakily stood up and slowly made my way upstairs. I peeled off my cloths and got into the shower taking care not hurt myself any more than possible. When I got done in the bathroom I shuffled over to Marks' backpack and took out the cell phone and texted Carlisle, saying:

To: Carlisle

From: Anna

Hide Mark. Luke will probably be heading to your house soon. I'll try to sneak away tonight and finalize the details on my brother.

-Anna K.

I hid the device in my bra, and then finished drying my hair. Soon, after I put on the cover up; god I'm a mess. "Okay Anna you can do this," I told myself. I went to open my bedroom door, and then sat on my bed waiting for father to summon me down stairs. I heard father's voice float up, it sounded like he was talking on the phone. It suddenly stopped and his voice loudly boomed up the stairs. The volume surprised me causing me to jump; tears welled up in my eyes. I started to walk down stairs while I dried them off, but quickly stopped realizing that I could use this to my advantage. "Father, have you found Mark?"

"No, girl I don't know where the little shit is," he glanced at me, "Good you're… decent," he rolled his eyes, "come on I need to get to the damn police station, or maybe the Cullen's place, see if the snots there... I swear if I find him, he's dead." He said grumbling, almost walking out the door. "Wipe that shit off your face, you shouldn't have taken that shower either, but oh well." He thought for a second, stopping in the doorway, "The story is I found you alone in your room this morning and you had already taken the shower by that time, but your shoes were still muddy." He glanced down at them and sneered, "I started to question you and figured out you had that memory loss shit." He looked at me full on in the face, "Got it?" I nodded, "Good. Wash the shit off your face dumb-ass, be quick we've gotta go." With that he turned around and went out to the car.

-OooO-

We pulled to the top of the Cullen's long drive stopping with-in sight of the front windows and doors. Luke got out and walked to the door not waiting for me at all. By the time he had been up there a minute and rang the doorbell I had made it to the bottom of the steps where I had to catch my breath. Carlisle came to the door his jaw tensed slightly, but Luke couldn't notice it since he had not been around them as much as I had.

"Luke what a pleasant surprise, can I invite you in?" he asked stepping aside.

"Thank you Dr. Cullen," Luke said in a mock worry, running a hand through his hair. As he entered the house he looked back at me, "Carlisle something's happened, is Mark here? Were the kids at your house at all yesterday?" he said panic-y.

"What? No, Luke. What's going on?"

"I woke up this morning and Anna was alone in her room with no Mark, she can't tell me anything! Would you mind checking her over, she also looks to be beat up. I- I don't know what to do." Luke said plopping onto the Cullen's living room couch.

"Yeah, okay um… let me go get Esme and see if she or the kids are up, give me a second. Anna we can go to my office; I'll show you on the way. We'll sort this out Luke don't worry," He said beckoning me on.

"Thank you Carlisle, and Anna please, baby try to remember," he said in an endearing worried voice that made me sick and terrified.

I nodded and Carlisle put a hand behind my back leading me up the stairs. He took me to his office; I smiled his office is huge and more than likely where everyone is. "Time for the fireworks to start," I thought as we entered. I limped in and Carlisle shut the door, no one talked, until Edward nodded and Esme went down stairs with Bella following. The first question bubbled up soon after.

"He did all that when you got home?" Alice asked quietly.

"Most of it," I nodded, as Carlisle started to look me over, "but it didn't help that all I did was laugh if he asked something, I just… snapped on the way. Some of it was this morning, but I'm not dead so that's an accomplishment."

"That isn't funny," Jasper broke in.

"I wasn't trying to be," I answered, and looked at the group and noticed some missing numbers, "Where's everyone, Jacob, Mark, Renesmee?"

Edward sighed, "We decided to have Ren go to her grandfather's for a while, so Jake took her there after he dropped Mark off at Seth and Leah's. Well, until…"

"Good," I interrupted, "He'd try to mess this up if he was here. Thank you for this really, I have an idea of what I'm going to do with Luke when we leave here, so this should be it for y'all having to deal with-"

"Anna," Carlisle interrupted rolling my pants leg back down before getting off the floor to look at something else, "We're not dealing with anything we're trying to help you two, which means both of you. Mark needs his twin and after you 'deal' with Luke you're going to need somewhere to go, or depending on how this goes somewhere to hide and what not."

"I'll think about it." I replied shortly. "Someone needs to go down stairs with Esme and Bella I don't like them alone with Luke; it unnerves me."

"Edward, Rose, please I trust you two in the same room as him," Carlisle directed.

"Carlisle I wouldn't-" Emmett started.

"I know but I want you to stay with Jasper I think our… displeasure with the scum down there might get to be too much." Carlisle inferred.

"He's right Em, you'll be able to keep me from that dirty ba-" he cut himself off shaking his head.

"Not that I would mind… so doc what's my prognosis?" I asked trying to distract my company.

"Well, you have…" he began to list effectively distracting everyone perfectly for the time being.

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