Disclaimer: SM owns all recognizable characters. No copyright infringement is intended. The plot herein is mine. No plagiarism!

This story contains mature themes and is suitable for those eighteen and over.

EsmePOV

"Because they wanted to fuck me."

"What?" I ask Edward; watching him smirk at me sinisterly. He has no idea how much he looks like his father when he does that and a shiver runs down my spine.

My eyes move questioningly between Jasper and Edward's friend, Tanya. But neither of them says anything to me. They seem to know why Edward was attacked and why he said such a thing. So I ask Edward, "What do you mean?"

"I mean…" he pauses with the same evil smirk etched on his beautiful face while Tanya and Jasper beg him to stop. "The guys that attacked me wanted to fuck me raw, Mama. What is so hard to understand, Mother? They wanted to fuck your baby boy!" He sounds so triumphant as he hurts me to the core. "What to know why?"

I'm at a loss for words but I managed whisper 'yes', and Edward is more than happy to share while Jasper and Tanya look defeated.

He's about to talk when the door opens and my husband and Bella walks in. I look at them teary eyed and they're by my side in a second.

This makes Edward seem pleased and he says, "Well, the party just got merrier! Who are here? Wait, let me guess, my intended family." He nods in Carlisle and Bella's direction and continues, "I supposed you were supposed to be the one who fucks my mother and knock her up with me, right?" He directs that question to Carlisle and I look up at my husband, expecting an appalled look on his face at Edward's crudeness, but Carlisle is calm as hell.

"Yes," he simply says. "You were supposed to be my son. And I truly believe that if you were half the shit that happened to you wouldn't have. I would've protected you from everything. Even the world if I had to. But even though, I'm late and I'm not your birth father, I'm willing to do that now. You were always my son in my heart, Edward."

I look back at Edward and I see that Carlisle's words have definitely affected him but he's too angry to back down so he turns his attention to Bella. She's clinging to me but she's staring at her brother furiously. Bella hates when anyone hurts me. But I understand Edward's anger and I deserve it. I'm too late. I didn't save him.

Edward regains his angry composure and targets Bella just as Peter walks in. He nods to me and looks worried. Edward turns to the sound. "Who the hell else is here?"

"My boyfriend," Bella sneers.

"Oh! Here's mine, little sis…" he gestures in Jasper's direction and Bella nods at Jasper. Jasper returns it while Edward continues his rampage. "Jasper is rich…" Edward laughs a little manically and continues, "Really rich. Is…"

"Peter," Bella provides.

"Is Peter from a rich family?" Edward asks her. "Because if Peter knocks you up, we'll be forced to take the baby from you and give it to mommy dearest here to raise, and then we'll keep the baby from Peter until the baby grows up and you throw him out because he or she is gay." His head is angled toward me when he says that. Carlisle curses under his breath and Bella and I gasp.

"That's what happened?" I ask him.

"Why, yes, Mommy, that's what fucking happened!" Edward yells. "You see, my father doesn't want a gay son and when he caught me and Seth in bed together, he was furious. He went on a rampage and kicked me out. Can you imagine that? He gives me a few bucks, takes me to the airport and tells me to never return to Forks."

"It's not only…Edward Sr. did that because he knew…" I start, but Edward cuts me off.

"No!" he shouts. "No more fucking excuses!"

"But, Edward…" I want to tell him about what his granddad had left for him and how much his father hated that Edward was the head of the family now.

"I struggled because I didn't know how to take care of myself outside of money and high life. I lost that money he gave me quick and then I was on the street and starving." I cry as he talks, but it doesn't faze Edward. He goes on in a monotone voice. He sounds robotic. "Soon enough I was stealing people's leftover from their half eaten plates at outside cafes. My things got stolen and I was beaten and whatever food I found was stolen from me. You see this girl…" He points in Tanya's direction. "She saved me. I was going through garbage when she found me. She saved me in more ways than one. She made me feel. Period," he sighs and I could hear the sob in his voice. "I was staying at her place and she was feeding me and clothing me. But I wanted to help. You see, Mom, I thought I was nothing, so why not have a profession where I wouldn't starve and I could go on night after night being nothing!" he seethes.

"Edward, please…" Jasper begs him.

But Edward is manic and revengeful. He wants me to know the truth but he's going to make it as painful as possible. Carlisle and Bella are holding my hands and Edward smiles evilly as he answers Jasper, "Don't worry, baby. I'm getting to you. So where was I? Oh yeah! I wanted to help out."

Tanya begs this time. "Edward, don't do this."

"She should know, Tanya."

"Tell me." I don't know where I found the strength to say it but I do.

Edward smiles, "I remember having to convince Tanya to let me and after we fought about it for almost a week. She finally sat me down and taught me ropes. Don't go off without another partner knowing what car or truck you got in. Pay the guys that protect us. Pick a corner and stay there. Don't venture into another hooker's territory." Just hearing him say the word 'hooker' makes me shudder and cry. Bella, Peter and Carlisle all gasp but say nothing and Edward goes on.

"Always have protection; both a weapon and your lube and condoms. Never go bareback." My ears are burning from listening to him reel this off his tongue. "And be whatever the john wants you to be. Price everything. Don't give it away for free. It's easier and puts more money in your pocket to just pay for protection from the thugs than have a pimp. So after she relentlessly drilled that into me, I was ready and nervous as fuck two nights later. I remember the first guy vividly. He was in his thirties, a teacher, and married. He wanted a blowjob and for me to fuck him." I cried loudly and shook as I picture the scene in my head.

"That was easy," Edward says with hate. "Most of them were easy. Horny guys looking for sucks and fucks. The worst type to me, were the married guys. Those fuckers were always rough and unkind. They thought that the way they felt was my fault; like I asked them to come down there." I felt faint. I felt like I wanted to vomit. "You feel faint, don't you?"

"Edward, stop!" Jasper shouts.

But it doesn't even move Edward. His head is turned toward me and I can picture him giving me an angry glare behind his bandages. "Good. You should know this. I felt nothing and the more I went to 'work' the more it helped. I was losing myself. Only Tanya was my reason for sticking around. She kept me grounded. I even fucked her a few times." The room gasps again, but Tanya and Jasper aren't fazed by Edward's admission. "It was the only time we could pick who we got to sleep with; that was until Jasper. I didn't care about a whole lot until him. I didn't see a reason to." Edward turns to Tanya and says, "The truth is, I was only going to help you get out, go back to school, further yourself in life and then kill myself."

Tanya starts to cry. "I knew," she says softly. "A part of me always knew that you planned to leave. I just didn't know how."

"Well, that was how," Edward says and then angles his head toward Jasper's direction. "You changed that, you know. You got through. I still don't fucking know how but you got through to me. I love you, and because of that love, I don't want to leave you and it makes me see that leaving Tanya would've been so wrong. When those men attacked me, all I could think about was how sorry I was."

"I love you…so much," Jasper tells him. "And I'll always be here."

"Don't promise me that," Edward tells me.

"Tough shit," Jasper counters. "I just did. And I'm not taking back shit."

When Edward turns his head back to me, he tilts his head and I want to imagine that he's giving me a softer look if I could see his eyes. But his anger is still there. "Those men attacked me because I had to be out there. The one who knew me, he wasn't really into it but it was too late. The others were too horny and I was the perfect thing for them at the moment. I fought but it wasn't enough."

"Did they…"

"Rape me?" Edward chuckles. "No. But I didn't walk away unharmed, did I?"

"No."

"I need you to get out, Esme," Edward resigns, "I need you to go away and never come back." I cried harder as he goes on, "I don't need you. I don't want you. You…are…too…late. Take your family. The family you wanted…"

"Edward…please…" I beg.

"No. Bella and Carlisle and even her boyfriend are who you want, so take them and go."

"Edward, please…" I sob.

"Get OUT!" he shouts. "Get the fuck out! I don't want to hear it! As a matter of fact, everybody…get the fuck out! Get OUT!"

The doctor and nurses come running. They order all of us out of the room. I struggle against Carlisle and Peter as they pull me from the room while Edward fights against the doctors and nurses' hold on him until they jam a needle in his arm and put him to sleep.

~sjfm~

EPOV

Dr. White wanted me to rest, but only nightmares plagued me.

When I open my eyes behind my bandages, they hurt because I've been crying in my sleep. And even now, I'm still crying at how fucked my life is.

My mother isn't my mother. My aunt is my mother. My father is still my father because he drugged and raped my birth mother who I thought was my aunt.

Wha the fuck kind of nightmare am I living in?

My maternal grandmother was a demanding woman and she took me from my birth mother and gave me to my aunt Elizabeth to protect the money and social standing in the family. They fought my mother and Carlisle when they tried to get me for the same reasons. My aunt was already comfortable in her makeshift roll as my so called mother. Elizabeth loved the attention I supposed.

But they are more questions. I want to ask more things but I don't want to call Esme back in here. I know she's here. She hasn't left the hospital. The same way Jasper is still here. I don't know how I know and I can't explain that shit. I just know that they're here and they fucking love me; each in their own way.

I want to call them back in here but I'm too pissed to. As far as I'm concerned right now, everybody lied to me. They're all a bunch of liars. Every last of them. I just want to sit here and stew in my anger for a bit. But someone isn't about to allow me to do that. But she isn't who I expected to walk in first.

"It's good to see you awake," she says and the voice sends a shiver down my spine; I'm used to it being full of hate, not care and intrigue.

"What do you want?" I scowl in the direction of her voice.

"For you to stop blaming my son," Heidi Whitlock says neutrally. You'd think she isn't talking to a man in a hospital bed that'd almost died last night.

Heidi is only concerned that I'm hurting Jasper's feelings and I want to applaud her for it, because I'm being a jerk to him. At least one of us is thinking clearly.

"Who says I blame him?" I ask cheekily.

"I spoke to them before coming in here," she says calmly. "Everyone is still out there, you know? Waiting on you."

"Why?"

"Because they love you," she says like it's the most obvious thing. "My son…loves you, and I blinded myself for too long while trying to dictate how he should live his life instead of just being there for him."

"So what does my fucked up life have to do with that?" I hiss at her.

"Everything," she says. "Because Jasper has a big heart, and it's kinder than mine. And when he loves…he loves wholeheartedly. It's why I was the only one able to manipulate him; because he loved me no matter what. He may never trust me again, but still, he loves me. Edward…" She takes my hand in hers, and as strange as it feels, it's comforting. "I'm sorry for what I said to you before. I shouldn't have. I was blind. I didn't know the whole truth and I didn't look into it. I was foolish and wrong and I'm deeply sorry for that. About what happened last night, I apologize for how I judged you. I was so wrong. But you can come back from this, Edward. You have so much love waiting outside this door for you. It's more than you can even imagine."

I start to cry. My whole body, though in pain, shakes with my loud sobs and Heidi does the unthinkable. She pulls me into her arms and I grip her for all it's worth, and cry.

Heidi holds me the entire time; whispering words of encouragement. She doesn't let me go until I hoarsely whisper to her that I'm okay.

Afterwards, once I'm calmed down a bit, Heidi begins to tell me how she tried to change Jasper's mind about his sexual preference and how awful she surprisingly felt every time she made such an attempt.

"I knew I was hurting him, but I was so stubborn, Edward," she tells me. "I was so selfish," she chuckles, "and it was stupid. How could I ask my son to not be himself because it didn't suit me? I'm sorry it took your tragedy for me to see that and while it's wrong to thank you, I do. You've shown me the light, Edward. Because I thought that I knew exactly what my family should look like, but that was wrong. I can't stop saying how wrong I was."

"I don't know what a family is," I confess softly and Heidi grips my hand as her cell phone rings. She groans and curses under her breath before she offers me some advice.

"Then let us show you what a family is," Heidi says. "I have to go, but between Jasper, myself and your family and…as scary as she is, your friend, we can all show what a family is. And let me tell you something, Edward. It definitely isn't what Edward Sr. and Elizabeth showed you. Understand that." Her phone rings again but she isn't through with me. She moves away; probably toward the door and then says to me, "Edward, please don't push Esme away. She's your mother and she loves you very much. You sons are all mothers like Esme and myself have…" Heidi sounds like she's crying. "Don't make my mistake, Edward. You don't want to feel my pain. For rest of my life, I'll have to look into Jasper's eyes and see his mistrust, don't push her away today and need her tomorrow and then be sorry. Fix it."

She leaves after that and I get doctor visits and lunch. I eat a little and then fall asleep.

When I wake up, she's here. She's stubborn like me and it makes me smile internally. "I'm sorry."

"I don't blame you for being angry with me," Esme says sincerely. "I knew you would be."

"I know."

"I'm not going anywhere, Edward," Esme says curtly and it makes me smile outwardly. "I'm staying here until you look into my eyes and accept me, Edward Anthony Masen. Because I'm your mother! And I love you more than any fucking thing!"

"I know," I cry and she hugs me. I inhale; taking in her scent and let it envelope me. "I don't want to lose you."

"Never again," Esme promises me with a kiss to my forehead. "I'm here now. I'm your mother and I'm here now. I won't let anyone hurt you again. I love you, Edward."

"I love you…Mom."

Next: Edward goes home to recuperate and more truth comes out.