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"I was a sex slave."

I froze.

-Edward-

I grabbed onto Mira's arms, dragging her over to an abandoned area of the hallway we were in. "What?"

"Please don't tell anyone Edward," she pleaded with glassy eyes. "If they found out I don't know what I'd do…"

"Mira," I said in frustration. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "We have to tell them. They are our family! They deserve to know."

"Edward, if you tell them…then I'll have to go back to memories that are too hard to revisit." Her lower lip was quivering. I dropped my things and pulled her into a tight hug. "You've heard the sounds within my nightmares. If you knew what the images were…you'd think of me as a w-whore." She was partially right. At first her nightmares were start out as her screaming for someone to stop, then it would turn to moaning in pleasure. No, she wasn't a whore. Mira was a sweet girl that had a terrible past.

"You're not a whore Mira," I murmured as I rubbed circles on her back. "No one will think you're a whore sweetheart. We all care about you and love you. You're going to have to tell the family sooner or later. The later it is, the worse it might get. Especially when Rosalie hears about it."

She looked up at me as I wiped a tear that trailed off of her cheek. "Why?"

"I think you should ask her yourself. Her past is a very touchy subject. She'll probably be the one to relate the most to you."

"I guess I could talk to her," she murmured.

I saw Bella appeared around the corner with a smile. It only dropped and concern filled her eyes as she walked over to us.

"Mira, honey?" she asked as she looked at our sister in concern. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said in a blank voice. She stepped out of my grasp and wiped her tears away. It didn't even look like she had been crying. "I…just had a little talk with Edward that's all." She smiled, taking her books and leaving us.

"Edward what happened?" my wife asked when Mira turned the corner.

I sighed, picking up my books and looked at Bella with a sad expression. "She just confessed something to me…I'm not sure if she'd want me to tell you…She's going to talk to Rosalie about it."

"About what?"

"Bella…Mira was a…" I was angered at what I had just learned. "She was a sex slave."

Anger flashed in Bella's eyes and I heard a downpour erupt outside. "Why didn't she tell us sooner?"

"Honey, she thought we'd think she was a whore. She was scared."

The rain suddenly stopped and her expression softened. "Oh…" she said quietly. "Well…I guess I'll see you at lunch then." She pecked me on the lips and disappeared out of sight. I sighed, this was just one more thing to add to Mira's life.

-Mirabella-

I sat quietly in English as Emmett came into the classroom and sat down next to me. He smiled at me and I smiled back before turning back to the front. The teacher, Ms. Donner, walked in wearing a blue pants suit. She looked around forty and had straight red hair and a motherly smile.

"Welcome to sophomore English. I'm hoping this year we'll have a good time. So I'm going to start out by having you guys put your names on the seating chart while I just ask you random questions. Does that sound okay?" We all nodded silently as she started on the front row with the seating chart and fired out questions to everyone. I was about to sign my name when I saw her right in front of my desk. "Miss. Lombardi, what, in your opinion, makes a story worth reading?" She made her way up to the class, still looking at me. Everyone was staring at me now and I thought.

"Well," I thought. "I think a story is worth reading is when people endure torture, being forced to watch their loved ones suffer, and have to endure the worst kind of torture for a punishment."

Ms. Donner's eyes bulged out and I hid my truth with a laugh. "I'm just kidding. I think a story with humor and a happy ending is worth reading. I mean, who would want to read a story about torture and more torture."

"I would," said a goth in the back row.

I turned around in my seat and glared at her. "Even a story where a girl would have to watch her parents suffer for not having sex with her master? Or a story where there is never a happy ending and whoever witnesses it will most likely die of fear?"

"…No," she whispered.

"You have a very active imagination," said Ms. Donner. "You should put it on paper."

I shrugged. "I'm afraid if I do, people will think I'm a freak."

"You are," smiled Emmett as I smack him in the arm. I breathed and waved my hand in the air in pain. "Told you I was Superman."

"Enough sibling rivalry," smiled Ms. Donner before firing off more questions. My thoughts went back to the first answer. The problem was that the story was really my life. And I had a feeling it would soon come back to haunt me.

Ello!

Yeah, kind of a vague past, but I'm working on the next chapter.

Missa.

Next time on Her Deadly Past…

"You can't change the past Rosalie," I said.

"Yes, but we can kill the person who's going to give another girl that possible future."