Chapter 10: Saved

Nessie's POV

I opened my eyes slowly. I couldn't discern much from the blurriness that was my eyesight. I blinked a few times to clear out my vision. I began to freak out a little when I didn't recognize my room. Then I realized I was not at my house. I was at the Cullen's house. It was morning

Memories of what happened the night before flooded my mind. The assault. My aunt's face as she discovered me there on the floor. All the horrifying memories came back at full force.

I hadn't been raped but he certainly attempted to rape me. He would've if my aunt hadn't gotten there when she did. That was the last thing I remembered before I passed out.

She must've have brought me here. Oh God I can only imagine what I looked like when I arrived.

The sound of the door opening made me jump. The I realized it was just Bella. My mother.

"Oh thank God Nessie you're finally awake!" she shouted as she hugged me fiercely. "You has me scared to death!"

"I'm sorry,"

"Sorry? You're sorry? Some scumbag drugs you, assaults you, and nearly raped you-" she growled in an animal-like way. "and you're apologizing? Unbelievable,"

"I-" I didn't know what to say to that.

"Are you feeling okay? Carlisle said the drug should pass through your system without any ill effects but I'm still worried. Are you feeling ill? Do you need medicine? I can get Carlisle-"

"I'm fine,"

"Tell me the truth young lady,"

"I am," It was true enough for what she was asking. Physically I was fine. Mentally was a different story.

"Who did this to you?"

"It doesn't matter,"

"Yes it does matter! This man assaulted you! He tried to rape you! He needs to pay!"

"I don't want to talk about it,"

"Nessie you're going to have to talk about it. He hurt you. He needs to be...dealt with as soon as possible,"

"It doesn't matter. He'll just get away with it again,"

"You mean this has happened before?!" mom roared and I flinched in response to her sudden anger.

"Not exactly. Not like that. The past times he touched me inappropriately. This was the first time he tried to rape me. I've reported him before and nothing happens. So it doesn't matter,"

"Oh Nessie. How wrong you are,"

"What happened? The last thing I remembered was seeing aunt Rosalie and that was it,"

"She rushes you home to Carlisle as fast as she could. Your grandfather immediately figured out what happened and started giving you medication to flush out the toxins you'd been drugged with," mom seethed in anger. "He examined you and determined that you had not been raped but you had been assaulted. Ever since then we've been keeping an eye on you,"

"I am sorry to have caused so much worry,"

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen that is not your fault. Do not blame yourself for that,"

"Carlie?"

"That's your middle name,"

"Oh,"

"Anyway everyone else is eager to see how you're doing. If you're feeling up to it anyway?"

"Yeah. Actually I'd like to get up and walk around,"

It wasn't until I got up that I realized how much pain I was in. After last night's ordeal it felt like every inch of my body was sore. I winced in pain hoping my mother wouldn't catch it but she did.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah just a little sore is all,"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive,"

Everyone's eyes were on me as I came out. After that it was non stop questions.

"How are you feeling?"

"Are you okay?"

"Are you in pain?"

"Do you need medicine?"

I tried to answer all the questions as honestly as I could.

"Renesmee who did this?" dad asked. I groaned. I just got through explaining to my mom that I didn't want to talk about it and now I had to do it with him to?

"Don't want to talk about it,"

"You're going to have to talk about it young lady. Whoever did this to you needs to pay!"

I closed my lips and shook my head. Determined not to say anything.

"Renesmee we need to know who did this. He hurt you. He almost raped you! He would've raped you if your aunt hadn't gotten there in time! He-"

"Edward," mom said warningly.

"Bella someone hurt our daughter. We need to know-"

"I understand that Edward but if she doesn't want to talk just yet then we shouldn't force her,"

Dad closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I shot a thankful glance at my mother but the look on her face clearly told me that she wasn't happy at all with my decision not to reveal the identity of my rapist.

What good what it do anyway? He was a rich spoiled kid that would get away with it. He got away with everything. Having the last name 'King' basically entitled him to get away with everything.

Dad shot me a weird glance but I brushed it off. I walked over to my aunt Rosalie and hugged her which seemed to catch her off guard. But she returned the hug with just as much fierceness.

"Thank you,"

"For what?" she looked at me in confusion.

"For taking care of me. For bringing me here,"

"Why wouldn't I take care of you? Your my niece of course I'm going to take care of you. Seeing you the way you looked last night scared me,"

"I really wish you would tell us who did it though. He needs to be stopped,"

"I just want to forget it even happened," Even I knew that wasn't going to happen. What had happened last night was horrific enough that I knew I'd never forget it as long as I lived.

"That's not possible Nessie. You'll never forget it. Trust me," aunt Rosalie said it with such certainty that it caught me off guard.

"What if he tried to rape someone else? What If he succeeded. If you just tell us who did it we could stop it,"

I closed my eyes wishing that it would just all stop that it would go away. Wishing that last night had never happened. But part of what she said stuck to me. What if he did attack another girl the way he attacked me? I was here. I had been saved. But what if the next girl wasn't so lucky?

They didn't push me talk anymore after that. Though I knew they wanted me to. What if I did tell and the police still didn't do anything about it? I wouldn't be saving anyone. Then word would get out and everyone would know what happened. I didn't want that to happen.

"Where's Jacob?" It had suddenly dawned on me that he wasn't here and I hadn't seen him all morning.

"Jacob was angry. Whenever he's angry it's best for him to get out,"

I didn't even have to ask what he was angry about. I just knew that had to with what happened last night.

I let the subject drop. Carlisle came to check on me after that. Physically I was doing as well as expected. Like the others he insisted on me telling who the perpetrator was but I still didn't say anything. Even Esme tried to convince me.

When Jacob finally came back around 10am he tried to convince me as well. Just the thought of a guy trying to rape me was enough to make him shake in anger.

If there was thing that I realized though is how much my family always loved me. They would've done anything for me. Which begged the question. Why was I taken from them? Also, how did I end up with adoptive parents? None of it made any sense.

I went and laid back down in bed. I turned on my phone for the first time that morning. I had several text messages from my friends and my parents. My family had told me that they hadn't told anyone of what happened to me so I didn't understand the urgency.

I started flipping through all the pictures on my phone when one caught my attention in particular. It was of me, Chelsea, Joyce, and Michael. It had been taken at Joyce's house at her insistence.

The sight of her brother revolted me to the core. According to Joyce he looked just like their great grandfather Royce King II. Before Royce King II has mysteriously disappeared and turned up dead anyway.

I sighed and shook my head. I had to try something to get to pay for what he did to me and to hopefully prevent him from hurting another innocent girl.

I searched for my mother in particular and found her talking to aunt Rosalie.

"I'm ready to talk,"

"You're going to tell us who did it,"

"Actually I can show you. I'm friends with his sister and just so happens I have a picture of them both,"

It still baffled me how someone as nice as Joyce could be related to such a monster.

"His name is Michael King," I said as I pulled up the picture on my phone.

Mom growled in anger when she saw the picture. What is it with the growling?

Mom passed my phone to my aunt Rosalie. Aunt Rosalie took one look at the picture and suddenly her eyes turned pitch black in anger. My phone crumbled into a million little pieces in her hand. I was actually a little scared right now.

"Did you say his name was last name was King?" aunt Rosalie growled.

"Um yes,"

"That's impossible. That family name died out years ago,"

"No. It almost died out in the 1930s Rochester, New York with his great grandfather Royce King II. But he managed to have kids before he vanished and turned up dead. At least that's what Joyce, his sister, has told me,"

My mother's eyes had turned pitch black as well. Then when my father and Jacob heard the commotion they came in as well and demanded to know what happened. When I told them they all got angry. But no one seemed to top aunt Rosalie's anger.

"Where the hell is he right now? Do you know?" Jacob barely managed to keep his own anger in check long enough to ask.

"I think I do. According to Joyce there's a burger joint that he and his Football buddies go to every Saturday for lunch after practice,"

"Where is it?!" dad demanded to know angrily.

Once I gave them the address they were gone. I assumed they were going to the police station with that information. Though I thought it was strange they didn't want me to go along with them.

I sighed. The police weren't going to do anything. I knew that for sure. He would get away with what he'd done and that knowledge alone was disheartening.

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