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In the arms of an angel, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of and Angel; may you find some comfort here
Arms of an Angel by Sarah McLachlan

Edward's POV:

"Let go of him!" I shouted to Mr. Nova. His grip tightened on Jasper's throat. Jasper struggled for breath and ripped at Mr. Nova's big fingers, but couldn't losing his grip.

"John! Calm down! Please!" Mrs. Nova begged.

"You spoiled little brat!" He hissed in Jasper's face that was now turning shades of blue. "You think you can come in my house and mess around with my daughter!"

"We didn't-" Jasper was able to choke out before Mr. Nova tightened his grip once again. He raised his hand, and picked Jasper up off the floor about three inches by his throat, still pressed against the wall.

I felt terrible! I wanted to be able to move, to be able to help Jasper and get him away from Mr. Nova, but I was frozen in my place, to afraid to move. And now, Jasper really needed help, and I was just standing here with my mouth open, looking like an idiot as I watched this man choke my brother. Something Dad said what felt like forever ago rang in my ears.

You're his brother Edward. If anything ever happens to us, you have to take care of him. He's always going to need you.

"I'm sorry Dad." I whispered, quietly enough that no one heard me, tears starting to blur my vision.

Suddenly, Jasper dropped to the floor and Mr. Nova went flying all the way across the room. I blinked, not believing what I saw.

"Jasper, what-" I started to ask quickly, but i stumbled forward, like someone pushed me. Suddenly, I was able to move again. I didn't feel frozen. I rushed over to Jasper, who was on his knees trying to catch his breath. I helped him to his feet. He threw his arm around my shoulder to steady him as he stood, and I watched Mr. Nova slowly get up, stunned from whatever just happened, and whispered to Jasper. "How did you do that?"

"I... didn't..." He said between breaths. "Do... anything..."

I paused. If Jasper didn't do anything... then who did?

Mrs. Nova hurried over to us. She took Jasper's cheeks, that were slowly going back to the right color as he sucked in breath after heavy breath, and kissed his forehead before turning to Mr. Nova, who was now on his feet.

"John what do you think you're doing?" She demanded. He stormed towards us, more angry than before.

"Move!" He growled to Mrs. Nova. She was the only thing standing between Jasper and I and Mr. Nova, and she wasn't much of a barrier because of the size difference.

"You can't keep treating them like this-" Before she could finish, Mr. Nova raised his arm and back-handed her, sending her stumbling about four feet to the side. He wore a wicked smile as he walked over to us.

Once again, Mr. Nova went flying away from us, this time going diagonal from us and hitting the side of his head on the same cupboard corner that he slammed Jasper against the first day the abuse started. A small drip of blood trailed down his cheek from the little cut caused by the corner. He ignored it and started to come towards us again as I helped Mrs. Nova recover from the unexpected blow. As Mr. Nova took another step, he stumbled backwards like someone pushed him hard on the chest and knocked the wind out of him. He had to stop to catch his breath. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I was sure that I liked it. Every time Mr. Nova took a step towards us, he got pushed backwards.

"Karma's a bitch, isn't it!" I laughed as he was pushed backwards once again. I heard sirens in the background.

Carlisle's POV:

I watched from afar as the cops barged into the Nova home, waisting no time in slapping handcuffs on son of a bitch John Nova.

I couldn't believe that he had the nerve, that anyone had the nerve, to put their hand on my sons. But he wouldn't get to them now...

It would be a difficult story for Mrs. Nova and Jasper and Edward to explain; some random force coming through and pushing Mr. Nova across the room so he couldn't get to them. They might not be believe. They might not believe what happened themselves.

But the important thing was that I was able to keep Mr. Nova away from them after making a quick anonymous call to 911 without being seen.

Once again, Jasper and I were sitting in the back of a small, cramped car, our suitcases filled with our belongings shoved in the trunk. A social service person was talking to a group of cops. And Mr. Nova was handcuffed in the back of one of the cop cars.

Jasper was asleep in the backseat next to me, the dark purple, black and blue buises on his neck very visible now.

We were being taken away from this terrible home. The only thing is, we're going to be heading to different foster homes.