A/N: Heeello.

This has gone in a WHOLE different direction to what I expected. I never expected this to happen, but I guess now it already is. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. But Stephanie Meyer does.

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BellaPOV

I could hear him. He was screaming my name.

And yet, I had no way of getting to him. Lucas was holding me in the bathroom, covering me with his body as we crouched in the bath tub. I tried to see past his arm, even to yell out his name – but Lucas hit me so hard I could no longer speak.

I heard his voice again, and then a loud bang.

Lucas let out a feral growl; I stared up at him in fear, so worried about what he would do. What happened if my father barged in here and was killed? What if it was Edward, or Jasper?

"Bella?" It was Rosalie. I knew it.

"ROSALIE!" I screamed, thrashing against him. "ROSALIE, I'M IN HERE! IN THE BATHROOM!"

Lucas let out an enraged roar and pressed his foot against my stomach. The air was beginning to drain from my lungs, as I struggled for breath.

"I told you to shut up," He snarled through his teeth, his face close to mine. "And you didn't listen. So now you can't breathe."

I tried to call out again, but nothing came out – only my mouth moved. He looked down at me with a sick smile, and then trailed his eyes down my body.

My t-shirt was possibly bloodier then before, now that Lucas had gotten a knife. My jeans were ripped in several places, revealing large patches of skin. My hair was so tangled I could barely run my hands through it. But I couldn't see my face.

There was a loud bang, causing Lucas and I both to jump. The bangs were getting louder, which meant they were getting closer.

I was going to be found.

Maybe.

Lucas jumped out of the bath tub and sprinted the short distance to the door. I took this as my chance to make an escape – using all my strength (which wasn't much at this point), I pushed past him, feeling the pain in every cell of my body. I groaned as I pushed my legs towards the front door.

I was so close.

Lucas found my ankle, and pulled me back. I fell onto the floor head first, almost knocking me out cold – I was barely conscious. "Get back here!"

I noticed he still had a smile on his face – he was enjoying this. The thrill of almost being found, the thrill of hurting me. It made me sick to my stomach.

I curled over myself, convulsing to expel any food from my body. There wasn't much; nothing came out. I felt so weak I wanted to die right there, on the motel room floor.

I felt Lucas dragging me back, but I couldn't find the strength to fight back.

"E-E-E-Edw-w-war-d..." I forced out his name, as loud as I could.

"Whispering isn't gonna help you, Princess," Lucas shook his head at me. The floor went from carpet to tile, so I knew we were back in the bathroom – why the bathroom? Would I ever be able to set foot in one again after this?

The bangs were becoming faster and louder; they were close, I knew it. I could almost hear their voices, calling for me.

"They're close, Bella." Lucas whispered, right into my ear. I could barely keep my eyes open for more than minute; I wanted to sleep. I needed to sleep. He hadn't let me for days.

"J-Just... g-g-giv-ve up-p..." I stuttered, my head flopping back into the cool bath tub. My mouth hung open, and I felt the warm blood trickling down the side of my head. Had he cut me, and I didn't notice? It seemed that way, at this point.

"Not this easily, baby," He laughed, using another nickname for me. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I want them to be close."

If I was aware, I would have stared at him in disgust and hatred. He was so sick. He was sadistic. He wanted to tease and kill for pleasure. It was like a twisted game of cat and mouse.

The banging got so loud it hurt my ears.

"They're right outside," He whispered to me, his voice barely audible. I couldn't hear him properly; what did he say? They're not inside? They're night outside?

What does that mean?

"Now we move," Lucas muttered into my ear, pulling me up into his arms bridal style. My head flopped back into the thin air, my hair hanging and arms limp.

I felt the wind moving past us, but I never heard a door – I only heard more banging and thrashing. I felt Lucas jerk me, as if pulling me out of reach of someone. Maybe he was just careful not to hit my head on anything.

"Stay with me, now, Princess," He rocked me, swaying me from side to side to keep me awake. It didn't work. "C'mon, Bella. Just for a little bit, we'll be warm soon—"

And then he dropped me onto the floor.

I didn't hit the ground hard; the ground was unusually soft. I felt around me, straining to move my arms. I could feel a quilt, a blanket, pillows... I realised I was on a bed.

I heard yelling, and more banging – though, it was a different kind of banging. With not much noise. Kind of like the noise of... skin on skin.

"Alice! Get her!"

It was his voice – I knew it. No hallucinations this time. He was tired, I could hear it in his voice – or he was busy. I could hear him breathing, hard and fast.

I felt a set of small arms holding onto me, and then bury their face into my shoulder. I couldn't find the energy to move my head; I just wanted to sleep.

"Bella," It was a man's voice, this time. I knew it... it was so familiar. It was... "Bella, it's Jasper, we need to get out of here."

My heart raced, and the air came whooshing out of my mouth with a loud gush. I didn't know whether I was gasping, or sighing, or dying.

I felt the small set of arms be pushed away, and was replaced with much stronger, bigger arms. I could see a head of blond hair, and pale skin. But I couldn't think – my ears were ringing and my mind was buzzing.

"Come on!" I heard another familiar voice. Was it... A-A-A... what was that name? Abigail? Alison? "Move, Jasper! They'll be fine!"

Alice!

They were here. They've found me. It wasn't the police... it was my friends. My family.

And they were in terrible danger.

I felt the air pushing past me, and I knew we were running. I was bobbing up and down, my neck aching and then every other part of me started to ache so painfully I cried out.

"Shh," The voice was choked with tears. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry..."

The light now was so unbearable, I had to squint – everything seemed blurry. What was that I could see? Was that colored lights? Why were their colored lights in the motel room?

I realised, suddenly – it hit me like a bowling bowl hits pins. This was all a dream. Of course. That explains the fuzzyness, the confusion, and the muffled noises.

I let out a sigh, but it used a lot of my energy. My lungs strained to release enough air, yet it felt so good when I did. I felt relieved that the pain I was feeling was all make believe.

I could hear voices now; loud, angry voices. There was the noise of rushing feet, and the air flew past me so fast I shivered. I curled into myself to avoid the noise and sounds – my head ached so much, I just wanted to slip into unconsciousness.

"Bella? Oh Bella, honey," It was Charlie's voice. I knew it anywhere, and it was comforting. The set of arms that was holding me changed, until I felt the familiar texture of my dad's police jacket.

This dream was cruel. It was teasing me by reminding me of everything that was waiting for me at home. This was a whole new kind of unkind.

"It's ok, it's going to be ok. I'm sorry I've left it this long. I am so stupid, Bells..." He was rambling, just like he always did. My eyes began to water, and the action hurt me. I curled closer to him, hoping I can get as much out of this dream as I possibly can.

I still couldn't find the energy to speak.

I jumped when I heard a huge, terrible, pained yell – and it was getting closer. Then it repeated itself, even when it began to fade... until it was gone, and I breathed another agonizing sigh.

"Get her to an ambulance," Charlie instructed, and once again, I was being moved. The air around me became cold, and the rain sprinkled against my face. It was a relief; I felt like I hadn't been outside for so long. I guess I hadn't. "No, I'm not leaving her. I'm coming."

I felt myself being strapped to a gurney – how embarrassing. I had always hated this kind of attention, but it was only a dream. It would be over when I woke up.

God, I hoped I didn't wake up. Though this was terrible, I'd rather this than torture.

I felt pressure against my hand, and something warm. It took me awhile to realise my hand was being pressed against someone's forehead. Or maybe their cheek.

"Bells, can you hear me?" It was Charlie again, his voice so close I wanted to reach out and touch it. "It's me, your dad."

I couldn't move my head, quite yet. Though my eyes were slightly open, I couldn't even move my eyes to look at him.

"Bella, I'm so glad they found you. You're here, and I'm here, and I'm going to help you get better... if it's the last thing I do, I will. I promise you, honey." I wanted to reassure him. Say: Don't be silly, dad. Don't give yourself an aneurism. Just stay calm.

I felt myself moving slightly in the gurney, and I knew that the ambulance had begun moving. I thanked the heavens for this dream, now – I was getting the people I loved as well treatment. Sort of.

But I still hadn't seen Edward.

"I'm never going to let anything like this happen again," My hand pressed harder to my dad's forehead, causing a flash of pain to shoot up my arm. But I didn't care. I just needed him here. "You are never going out my sight again. I promise you, Bella, I won't fail you again. Honey, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand..."

Although I want to, I couldn't feel the power to move my hand. I pleaded with myself – please, please give him this comfort. Maybe he'll remember it when he wakes up and know I'm ok.

"Please, Bells." Now he was pleading with me, and it was two against one – it was my heart and Charlie fighting against my body. And my body was winning. "I know you can hear me, I know it."

But I still couldn't force myself to do it.

I felt the ambulance come to a stop, and was instantly worried – this was a long dream. It was only a matter of time before it ended, and my life resumed as it was when I fell asleep; in excruciating pain.

I felt the cool air again, but not for long. I felt warmth, and I could smell the surroundings of a hospital – oh no. I hated the hospital, and the needles...

I could hear the pitter-patter of feet running against the linoleum floor, right beside me. I longed to be running with them, even for a moment. I missed walking comfortably. I always felt the pain.

I felt something being cupped over my mouth, and within seconds, the hospital faded and the blackness moved in.

AlicePOV

She was here, and we all knew it. Even before we stepped in, it was eerie. She had been here – it was almost as if she had a scent, and we were dogs desperately searching.

The receptionist agreed that yes, he had seen them here. And yes, they were staying here. But he was reluctant with telling us what room they were in.

Emmett took care of that.

We ran past the unconscious receptionist, a pang of guilt rising to the surface in my stomach. I pushed it away with the shake of my head, and ran up the stairs towards the only level of vacant rooms.

"Check everywhere," Edward commanded, his voice strained and tired. "Rosalie, come with me. Emmett, on your own. Alice and Jasper."

We immediately split up, kicking the doors open with a force I didn't even know I had.

One by one, we checked the rooms. First, it was the challenge of kicking the door down, and we weren't doing it quietly. With each kick, came a loud bang that made both Jasper and I wince.

"Alice!"

Jasper and I exchanged a glance, and then charged towards the source of Edward's voice. He was standing in the doorway of room 16 – and he looked furious.

Edward waited until we were all at the doorway, then barged his way in.

I heard, "C'mon, Bella. Just for a little bit, we'll be warm soon—"

Before Lucas could finish his sentence, we all ran in. I watched as Lucas dropped Bella onto the bed, and turned to face Edward, Emmett, and Rosalie.

I froze, unable to remove my eyes from Bella's mangled body.

Her jeans were ripped; and not in the stylish way. I could see where they had been deliberately torn, right in the centre of her thigh. A long slice marked her right thigh, right under the tear. Her t-shirt was tied at her waist, where she had obviously tried to remove as much of the filthy fabric as she could. The t-shirt was covered in blood and dirt. There was barely any evidence that the t-shirt was once yellow.

And her hair – oh, her hair – was matted in a way that looked painful. Though it looked semi-clean, the blood and dirt has tangled her locks together. It looked like it hurt so much, I cringed.

But her face was the most shocking.

Both her eyes were a purplish-black, and her lips were inflated to the point where I knew it would muffle her speech. Her left cheek, like her thigh, bared a long, deliberate cut of a knife. I felt the tears push out of my eyes as I imagined that kind of scenario; Lucas, cutting her slowly and cruelly.

"Bella," I choked, so quietly I hardly heard myself.

Edward was caught in a brawl, struggling to get a good hold on Lucas. Yet, he still yelled, "Alice! Get her!"

I shook my head and ran to her, wrapping my arms tightly around her body. Before I could stop myself, I buried my head into her shoulder, crying for her. My body shook with sobs, and I felt my arms being covered with Bella's blood and pain.

It was Jasper who made me realise that we were in grave danger.

"Bella," He knelt beside me, trying his hardest to mask his pain. "Bella, it's Jasper, we need to get out of here."

He pushed me away from her, for which I was grateful. If he hadn't of moved me, I would have sat there crying forever.

I heard yells of exertion coming from behind us, and Jasper stood up. He cradled Bella in his arms, spending only half a second to look down at her with so much concern and worry it melted my heart.

We edged our way around the fight between Lucas, Rosalie, Emmett and Edward. I quickly dodged a punch Lucas threw at me, and Jasper and I sprinted for the door, determined to fulfil our duty of getting Bella out of danger.

We were about to head out the door, when Jasper stopped abruptly in front of me. I pushed against his back, trying to get him to move – but he wouldn't budge.

I looked up at with confusion and worry, and realised he was looking back at the struggle going on behind his, with longing and fury.

He wanted to be there, to help his friends – but also to give his sister's kidnapper a taste of his own medicine. I have to admit, I sort of wanted that to; but one look at my distorted best friend in my boyfriend's arms told me that this wasn't the time.

I pushed against Jasper's back, but he wouldn't move.

"Come on!" I gave him one hard shove, and it seemed to wake him up. He was pushed out the door, into the quiet corridor where a few of the guests were standing, watching with horror.

As we ran to the lobby, Jasper buried his head into Bella's hair, his face scrunching with the power of his own sorrow.

The force of our run must have caused Bella pain, because she let out a painful and tortured scream.

"Shh," Jasper voice choked with tears, and he squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry..."

We rushed into the lobby, and Bella let out a sigh; it sounded forced, and I stared at her with sympathy and worry.

The doors flew open, and a whole team of policemen barged into the room with a yell. A few of them stayed, while the rest of them whooshed past us and up the stairs. Bella winced and curled into Jasper's chest.

The last one behind them was Charlie.

As soon as he saw Jasper holding Bella, his face crumpled in a way I never thought I'd see. He didn't cry, but the sorrow in his eyes told me he wanted to.

"Bella? Oh, Bella, honey," He took Bella from Jasper, hugging her against his chest. Her eyes remained half closed, and unseeing. Charlie looked up at Jasper with a pain and understanding only Bella's family could feel.

"It's ok, it's going to be ok. I'm sorry I've left it this long. I am so stupid, Bells..." Charlie mumbled into Bella's hair, causing Bella to wince and at least attempt to curl closer to him.

The four of us jumped when we saw Lucas being hauled down the stairs by four police officers. He was screaming loudly, and I cursed him for yelling at all – how could he be expressing his anger when Bella was lying here, hurt and broken?

I got a glimpse of him as he was being hauled past. His lip was pouring blood, a large bruise forming on his right cheek bone. I couldn't see the damage to the rest of his body, but I assumed it wouldn't be pretty.

He was led away and out the door, I assumed into a police cruiser. The yelling became quieter and quieter until it stopped completely. I could see Bella was in pain, and only just barely conscious – she sighed, and then cringed further into Charlie's jacket.

"Get her to an ambulance," Charlie said, to one of his passing men. The man nodded and began leading Charlie out to an ambulance. Jasper and I followed, staring at Bella with so much pain and concern it hurt the both of us.

The man motioned for Charlie to set her down, but he shook his head. "No, I'm not leaving her. I'm coming."

"Yes, Sir," The man nodded and motioned for a paramedic. Instead, five rushed over, carrying a gurney and other medical devices I had no name for. They strapped her to the gurney, and loaded her into the ambulance. Jasper and I watched in horror, his arms wrapped around me.

Charlie climbed in, and the doors closed. The receptionist Emmett had knocked out was being carried out to a separate ambulance, but I could do nothing but watch. Both ambulances drove away, and as soon as they did, I burst into another rounds of sobs.

"Shh," Jasper pulled me into his chest, stroking my hair. "It's ok, darlin'. It's over now."

"W-where are the o-others?" I cried, sniffling. I hiccupped loudly, the image of Bella bruised and bloody still imprinted in my mind.

"Let's go find out."

Jasper pulled me back into the motel, where a few police officers still remained. Just before we were about to go upstairs to check on the Emmett, Rosalie and Edward, they came down the stairs.

They weren't seriously hurt; Emmett was completely unscathed. Edward's lip was bleeding, but not severely; and Rosalie had a slight limp.

I pulled away from Jasper's arms to run into my brother's. "Emmett, you're ok."

"O-of course I am," He chuckled, but it sounded strained. Emmett wasn't usually one to be shaken, but right now he was. "I'm offended you think otherwise."

"Shut up," I sobbed, the tears blurring my vision. I pulled away from Emmett and wrapped my arms around Rosalie. "I'm so glad you're all ok. I'm sorry we couldn't help you, but we got Bella out—"

"Bella," Edward's face cleared of all the anger of hurt that had recently gone on. I pulled away from Rosalie to look at him.

"She is ok, Edward," I smiled through the tears, "She's fine. She's coming home to us. She's alive,"

Edward's smile wasn't quite full; he still looked like he was hurting. He wiped the blood off his lip, and rubbed it against his jeans. "She's... she's fine."

I nodded. "She is! She' absolutely fine!"

As I looked around at all my friends, I could see they were all equally as shaken. Rosalie and Jasper wouldn't smile, and Emmett and Edward tried, but failed – as for me, I couldn't stop crying.

"Edward! Rosalie!"

"Emmett! Alice!"

Esme, Carlisle, Lorraine and James ran in, tears streaming down each of their faces. Esme and Carlisle ran to Edward and Rosalie, and my mom and dad ran to hug Emmett and I.

Jasper was left on his own.

I pulled him into my family hug, and my mom wrapped her arm around Jasper as if he were her own. I cried into my dad's chest, soaking his t-shirt with salty tears that never seemed to end.

"I was so worried about all of you," I heard Esme sob, "We awoke to find you gone, but we instantly knew where you'd be. We followed the police officers here!"

"I'm sorry, mom," I heard Edward reply. "It won't happen again."

"Damn right it won't!" We all pulled away from our family hug to look at Esme. "We told you not to, and what did you do?"

"We found her, Esme!" I cried, trying to smile through the tears. "We rescued Bella, and she's ok! She's not dead, she's alive!"

Esme broke into another round of sobs, burying her face into Carlisle's shirt. Carlisle had tears in his eyes, but he wouldn't cry; he was too strong.

"Alice," My mom was still crying, like Esme. She held onto my hand so tight, with an arm around Emmett's huge waist. My dad stood next to me, his chin resting on the top of my head. "Alice, we came as soon as we were called. I'm so glad you're ok."

"We have to go to the hospital," Edward told us, pulling away from his mother's hug to stare at all of us. "Now that we've rescued her, we have to be there for her."

"Of course," I pulled away from my parents and headed for the door. Jasper caught up with me and wrapped an arm securely around my waist. We all took separate cars, us and the two sets of parents. We rode in silence to the hospital, not dare asking what any of my friends had to do to keep Lucas at bay.

And in return, no one asked what state Bella was in when we found her. I don't think I could even start to describe...

We pulled into the car park, and practically ran towards the doors. Carlisle being a doctor, he talked to a few of the nurses and got us closer to Bella than would usually be allowed. They were currently operating on her, in a room towards the back of the hospital. We all headed there, and found Charlie standing next to the door.

"Can you see?" I whispered, looking into the window on the door. I instantly regretted it.

"Alice, don't—" Charlie warned me, but it was too late. I had already seen.

I froze again.

Bella lay on the table, while tens of nurses and doctors rushed frantically around her grabbing tools. While someone fed her scary looking tubes, another stuck a needle into her arm. Several nurses were frantically trying to stop the bleeding coming from her head, plus the rest of her body. The bandages were coming out faster than I could count to ten.

I could faintly hear a beeping noise – and realised it was the heart monitor.

Her heart was beeping slower than what was normal – I could see that. I felt my breath catch as I watched her heart beat steadily, then slow, and slower...

Until I thought it was going to stop.

"Hey!" I banged against the window, using all my strength to try and get any of the doctor's attention. "Her heart! Look at her heart!"

Two strong arms pulled me away from the door, and sat me in a chair. I tried to get up, still screaming, causing a scene in the quiet hospital. The tears flowed freely from my eyes, while I was getting flashes of Bella bloody; Bella being lifted into the ambulance; and finally, Bella's heart beginning to stop.

The commotion of people sat around me, comforting each other from the scene both I and many of my other friends just witnessed.

Bella's near death.

EdwardPOV

Esme handed me a cup of coffee, the heat of the cardboard burning my hands.

But I couldn't feel it.

"Thanks," I mumbled croakily, my throat hurting.

Esme sat beside me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I felt like shrugging her off, but I didn't want to hurt her. We had all been hurt enough in the past two and a half. That was enough for any human to handle.

No matter how many times I told myself to wake up; I couldn't. Because this was no nightmare. This was reality. I was living this situation, slowly and painfully, and I was afraid I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to pinch myself until fate finally agreed I had had enough.

When I closed my eyes, I could see it in my head – the shady motel room, Bella's scream, and finally, the fight with Lucas.

At first, it was easy – he dropped Bella on the bed, but I hardly noticed her. My vision clouded with red, my fists clenched, and I charged straight for him without any hesitation.

I didn't even have time to watch Alice and Jasper run around us and straight for Bella. I lunged at Lucas, like some kind of animal; he fell to the ground, under me, where I pummelled him as hard as I could with nothing but my own two fists.

He was stronger than he looked – he flipped me over, and punched me right in the lip. Emmett and Rosalie decided to intervene, and pulled him off me before he caused any more damage.

I tried my best to keep my sister out of harm's way. Every time she got too close to the enemy, I shoved her back. Emmett was trying to do the same, I could see that, and but he succeeded better than I did.

Every now and then, as I slammed my baseball bat into Luca's good-for-nothing body, I let out a roar – it was nothing I had ever heard. I disconnected from my body, and acted as if I was some sort of monster.

There was a voice inside, calling for me to kill him. Just do it, it told me. He hurt your girl. He must face the consequences. The other side of me said, Let the police take care of it. Don't get yourself in trouble.

In the end, the second voice won.

It was Bella – the moment I saw her, I felt like dropping everything and running. I wanted to run to her, tell her everything was fine. I was here for her. I would help her, no matter what. Forget Lucas.

But even my good side had to put in his two cents. I hit Lucas to the point when I thought he'd had enough, and then let the authorities take over. Of course, it would have been my pleasure to evict that dirt-bag from the world forever.

But it was Bella that stopped me. When all this is over, she would hate me for it.

In the end, Emmett or Rosalie were hardly needed. My anger drove me to new heights, to do things I never thought I was strong enough to do before. If my parents knew, they would be ashamed – I couldn't tell them.

When I walked outside to find the police cars, the ambulances, there were even a few fire engines – I felt my insides churn uncomfortably. How did all this happen? Why did all this happen? Why did it have to happen to my Bella?

The sound of Alice crying brought me back to the surroundings of the hospital. I looked over at her, my heart breaking to see a girl who was like my little sister cry – and why was she crying? Because, well...

She practically saw Bella's heart stop right in front of her.

I couldn't bear to watch Bella go through that. The thought of even putting myself anywhere near that window made me feel sick.

I loved Bella with all my heart, but I didn't want to watch her die.

No, my head was screaming at me. Don't even have that thought. She is not going to die. She is going to be fine... absolutely fine...

I put my head in my hands, resisting the urge to crawl into a corner and letting the world take me whole. The feelings I was enduring was too much to bear – I felt like giving up. Maybe if Bella passes away, then I will too—

Whoa. Stop right there.

My mom rubbed my back slowly, soothing me a little. Rosalie sat at my other side, in between Alice and I. Alice seemed to be in shock; she couldn't stop crying. I couldn't blame her, really; she was the first one to see Bella. In her shocking state...

Minutes, or maybe hours passed, when one of the doctors came out to speak to us.

"She's stable," He told us. "But her condition is fading. She had many knife wounds, bruises, and obvious blows to the head. She has two broken ribs, and internal bleeding..." The list went on.

My heart almost broke into two as he described her injuries. I heard several gasps and cries from around me, which didn't help my intense feeling of despair, and heartbreak. I wanted to be alone, but I knew I couldn't. I needed the support of my family and friends more than anything, and they needed me.

"Are you allowing visitors yet?" Charlie jumped the gun, standing to meet the doctor's eyes.

The doctor shook his head. "I'm sorry."

Charlie sat back down, clutching his coffee cup until I thought it would burst. He settled back into the uncomfortable hospital seats and sighed.

"We're going to go," Lorraine and James stood up, looking apologetically at Charlie. "We'll come back in a few hours. Let us know if anything changes."

"Thank for being here," Charlie told them quietly with a grateful nod. "We'll let you know."

Lorraine and James hugged Emmett and Alice and said goodbye to the rest of us. They disappeared down the hall and out of sight.

"Edward, do you think, maybe... you want to go home and get some rest?" Carlisle put a hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes.

I shook my head. "No."

"She's stable," He told me, a little firmer now. "She's going to be fine. At least go home and take a shower."

I looked down at myself. Indeed, I did need a shower. My t-shirt was dotted with blood from either my lip or from Lucas. I still shook my head. "Not gonna happen."

"Edward," My mom turned to look at me pleadingly, her eyes still puffy from crying. "Give yourself a rest. At least for a few hours. Her condition won't change."

"Mom, dad." My voice was croaky, just like Charlie's. I just sounded like I had woken up. "I'm not leaving until I see her."

My parents sat back in their chair with a sigh.

The anger inside me was beginning to ebb. I started to feel drowsy, from my last few weeks with hardly any sleep. I wanted to close my eyes and hoped that when I reopened them, everything would be back to normal.

But of course, I couldn't do that.

I settled with resting my head on the back of my chair, leaning my coffee cup against my knee. The party that surrounded us remained silent, except for the occasional sniffle of sob.

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A/N: That was heavy.

I know it seemed kinda weird repeating the same thing again, but it was through another's eyes. It's extremely different for Alice to witness what's going on and Bella to witness it too.

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