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WARNINGSOME SCENES OF ABUSE AND ALCHOHOL USE.

Chapter 3

Edward's POV

It was a Wednesday night and I was a mess. It was the night before the field trip to the U of S and I couldn't be more thrilled, and nervous. Why was I nervous? Well I guess I knew but really didn't want to admit it to anyone, but it was all Jasper. Why did I even think he would be there? It wasn't like I'd just walk off the bus and just see him, and it definitely wasn't like I'd be rooming with him.

My heart was pounding in my chest, just from the thought of seeing Jasper again. I needed to calm down, this was weird. I never acted like this. There were probably more than 6,000 students wandering around campus at any given time, and I was looking for one. What the fuck kind of odds were those? I looked over at Mya sitting by my side. Since we had her I had told her everything. How I felt about Jasper, how I felt about everything. It wasn't fair that she couldn't talk back, but she was now the only person in my life that knew everything. She was essentially my best friend.

"Edward!" my mom yelled up to my room.

"What?" My response was monotone at best.

"Dinner!"

My heart was racing for another time today. Except this time, it had nothing to do with Jasper. Nothing at all. This was awesome. We never had family dinners, ever. If we did it was usually take out food, nothing was ever eaten that was prepared from my Mom.

"The Food is getting cold!" she yelled again.

"Be right down!" I grabbed my phone and threw it into my back pocket. I then ran to the bathroom to wash my hands, colliding into several walls on my way there. For once in my life I was actually excited for this family event. My Mom rarely cooked and when she did, the food was spectacular, and when I say rarely I mean it. The reason being was that my Mom only cooked when she was completely sober, so I guess you could say homemade meals had a duel meaning for me. I finished washing my hands quickly and then put Mya into my room and closed the door. I proceeded to the stairs, needless to say excited to get food in my stomach.

"What's for dinner Mom?" I said as I walked down the stairs.

"Chinese food!"

"Oh.." I loved Chinese food but I honestly just wanted this to be something she put effort into. So needless to say I was in every way disappointed. I usually expected meals from takeout but tonight I had hope. Hope for something more. I mean I wasn't ungrateful, that wasn't it at all. I was however jealous. Every other kid had homemade meals and begged to go out, but I was the exact opposite. You might even say polar opposite. Homemade food was actually a treat, like eggnog on Christmas. Dare I say it, but homemade food was bigger than Christmas.

"Edward stop standing there! Sit the fuck down!" my dad yelled. Clearly he was already seated, and had already been drinking. Any other kid would've flinched but since I was accustoming to this type of treatment.

"Sorry Dad." It came out in barely a whisper.

"Speak up you little bitch!" he spat.

My Mom then sat the food down on the table like nothing was happening. This was often how it went, my Mom making busy work, always hammered, and always off in her own world. Maybe that's why she did it, to escape this hell we called home.

Suddenly my Dad's attention was off of me and solely focused on my Mom. She was actually dancing. This, once again, was not uncommon. With every move gold liquid tequila shook in the bottle in her left hand. She twisted off the bottle cap and took another swig. She was so content in her made up world it would seem she was the age of five right now.

"Go get your fucked up whore of a mother! She should be sitting too! This is family dinner for fuck sake." I was fine with him swearing at me. I usually just brushed them off knowing it was just the liquor talking, but to call my mother the things he just did? That was something that usually pushed me over the edge. Now usually going over the edge meant storming out of the house, throwing something, or even going to my room and screaming. But tonight was different. Tonight was where my fists were shaking and my teeth were clenched. I could feel all the anger I'd carried come back with one swift, intense rush of adrenaline. I was beyond mad today, beyond furious, and definitely beyond anyone's control. But even then I didn't expect what was to happen next. I threw myself in a lunge across the table at my Dad, knocking him off his chair and onto the floor. My Dad wasn't as athletic as I was but he was still strong. My biggest advantage was I was fast and I'd caught him off guard. We were now both on the floor, and as I was rushing to my feet, my Dad was struggling to catch his breath. After he'd taken in a room's worth of oxygen he started to gradually make his way to his feet, muttering swears under his laboured breath. I thought since I was a lot more co-ordinated I could get in a couple hits before my adrenaline rush wore off. I swung my fist at his face and to my disbelief, missed. I was now too close to him, and this made escape nearly impossible. He placed two colossal hands on either side of my shoulders and grabbed the available material there. He then picked me up off my feet and thrust me into the nearest wall. My head wobbled back and fourth after its impact. My head also now ached immensely with pain. I started to black out but fought it with everything I had, knowing if I didn't I wouldn't see tomorrow.

"Stop fooling around boys!" my Mom chimed in cheerily. She was still dancing like a hippy taking in the tequila in big gulps.

My Dad was distracted momentarily and I used this time wisely to come back to reality. My Dad was now more than distracted, he was pissed. Nothing is worse, than a man with a one track mind and a mission. Especially when that mission involves violence, and involves the intake of alcohol prior to the violence. He released his iron grip on me and I collapsed into a useless heap on the floor. My head was still spinning out of control. He then strode over to my Mom with a look of distain marking every feature on his face. This was undeniably the worse it had ever been. He stood beside my juvenile mother and slapped her right across the face with a deafening smack. She fell to the floor in a heap, unmoving. She then started sobbing uncontrollably. I got up, anger fuelling my adrenaline, and when my Dad turned back to brawl with me again my fist connected with his lower chin, producing a cracking noise. He crumpled to his knees and shouted out in pain. He held on to his chin and attempted to crack it back into place, he succeeded with a loud popping noise. He immediately looked up at me with blood shot eyes and murmured,

"You're fucking dead son."

I clearly didn't outweigh the pro's and con's in this situation and so I ran with all my energy trying to make it to the stairs so I could make it to my bedroom. I reached the stairs and made it up maybe two before I felt tension build up in my mid back and torso. I looked back to see my Dad pulling my shirt from the bottom of the stairs. I was then pulled back and thrown on to the ground. I hit the floor with a loud thud. All the wind was completely knocked out of me which made escaping this even more doubtful than it had already become. I was trying so desperately to get back up which is when my Dad pulled me back up to get a clear left hook to make contact with my face. He dropped me and I was too dazed to even remember where I was. I made a poor attempt to get up from lying on my stomach when I was kicked directly in the abdomen with a force I figured could take down a small elephant. I was whimpering on the ground in pain. I was kicked so hard the force sent me right on to my back. I was now staring at the ceiling heaving in painful gulps of air. He then picked me up so that I was standing. I immediately fell back to the floor, not having enough energy to stand. He took a foot and stomped on my abdomen again. I swear if my appendix wasn't already taken out it would've exploded.

"What the fuck is this boy? Stand up!"

He yelled at me continuously, I was now only catching the odd word. His tone was now beyond furious. He picked me up and yelled at me like a drill sergeant to stand there. I did as I was told while he took another shot at my shoulder with a right hook. Sadly for me his aim was stupidly accurate tonight and his fist found its target bringing me to the floor one more time. I honestly thought that would be the end of me.

"I didn't raise no pussy boy! Stand up and fight your old man!"

Needless to say I was getting my ass kicked.

I could hear my mother in the kitchen taking drinks in between silent crying fits. They weren't loud but they were more like a child having a fit.

My Dad had now taken to yelling even louder the more unresponsive I became. Mya was going nuts in my room, barking and clawing at the door. I was now almost a mirror image of my mother. A ball lying on the floor, helpless. Sobs shook my body. My Dad was now standing directly over top of me yelling into my ear.

That's when Emmet came in through the front door. He let the door fling open as he usually did almost hitting me in the side in the process. "Hey Ro-! What the fuck!"

Emmet being much larger than me pulled my Dad off from on top of me, he got a good hold on the back of his shirt and pulled and wrestled him out the front door which was still open. Once my Dad was out on the front lawn Emmet slammed the door and quickly locked it.

"Holy Shit, Edward! Are you okay!" Emmet was freaking out. I couldn't even imagine what I looked like, because I was obviously nowhere near okay.

"Ya, Emmet," I said through sobs, "Just help me up." Tears were streaming slowly down my eyes. Even though I tried really hard to hold them back, my attempts were useless. I was almost sobbing still on my feet.

From inside you could hear my Dad pounding his fists pounding the door. Every pound felt like it was hitting me in the chest, I was still paralyzed with fear and yet I couldn't stop shaking. My whole body coursed with violent shakes and convulsions. It took all my energy to try not to fall down and so all I did was stand there and flinch. Obviously I was not okay.

"Edward! You're such a waste! Why the fuck are you my son!" My Dad's voice was muffled by the door, but you could hear every word as if they were bullets flying through the door and directly into me. I had no energy at this point and I didn't think twice before letting my legs collapse into themselves. Emmet caught me and put his arm under mine to support me and let his arm go across my back. "Don't even listen to that shit Edward, but we seriously need to get you to a fuckin hospital dude." Even though I didn't look up I could feel all my wounds being analyzed by Emmet. They must've been bad because when I did get enough energy to look up at Emmet he looked horrified.

"Tell your Dad to get his ass to the table Edward!" My Mom yelled from the kitchen, clearly snapped out of her previous child-like stage. She then peaked her head out of the kitchen and saw Emmet.

"Oh Emmet sweetie! Are you going to be joining us!" My Mother was absolutely in love with Emmet, she thought he was just the greatest. Clearly I was one of the farthest things from present in her mind. I was still in Emmet's arms and covered in marks and scrapes and my Mom ignored them all. Just like any other time.

"Sorry Mrs. Cullen, I'll be back later." Emmet flashed a smile and turned to leave.

My Dad was still yelling all kinds of things at me and my Mom was still trying to convince Emmet to stay and let me go where ever I needed to go. My 'parents' were drunk, hated and ignored me, and our family was just altogether screwed. My head couldn't take it anymore. I interrupted Emmet as he was convincing my Mom that he had to go,

"Emmet, can we just go?" More tears started to fall now. "But grab Mya." Way to keep it together Edward.

"Sure." He stopped talking to my Mom completely and helped me limp to the back door. I swear my Dad's hands must've been bleeding because he'd been pounding on the door ever since Emmet threw him outside. We left the back door and followed a side walk to the back part of the drive-way. Emmet usually parked in the back, lucky for me. I was pretty shaken still. Emmet brought me to the passenger side of the vehicle and when I stood there and didn't make a move to do anything he opened my door and helped me in. He then proceeded to buckle me in. I was acting like I was 8 so I guess it was okay for him to treat me like that. Tears were still flowing pretty steady with silent sobs that shook my body. They stained my shirt over and over again. He crossed back over the drive-way and went inside the house to grab Mya. He returned almost right after he went inside, Mya in his arms. He went over to the driver's side of the truck and placed Mya on the seat beside me. He jumped in. He threw the keys into the ignition and started up the truck. He backed up quickly on to the street, and from here you could see my Dad still pounding his fists on the front door. I was so lost in my own thoughts so it came as a shock to me when Emmet started talking, Mya licking at my hand.

"Hey Rose, meet me at my parent's house as soon as you can." I hadn't even noticed Emmet take out his phone. "I'm with Edward, I'll explain later. Just come as fast as you can." There was a long pause in the conversation; I was assuming Rose was freaking out on the other side of this call. "No they aren't home." Another long pause. "Okay. Okay. Love you too, bye."

"Where are we going Emmet?" I blurted out.

"To my parent's house. I was coming into town to surprise Rose, that's why I'm here in the first place. Good thing I was too." He stared straight ahead. I looked back out the window, adrenaline still coursing through my veins. The whole ride was pretty quiet the whole way there. Emmet didn't say much and I didn't attempt to.

About ten minutes later he pulled of a main street down a quiet setting. A neighbourhood every kid would die to grow up in. There were trees everywhere and they all shone with a sparkly green light, bathing in sun of the spring. He pulled into the drive-way of a nice, quaint, house that looked like the kind the families all on television would have. I didn't even hear Emmet get out so when the door slammed it made me jump in the worst way. He started walking over to my side so I figured I'd do at least half the work and take my seat belt off. He opened my door and started helping me out. We started to walk to the door; Emmet kept his hand on my back just in case, Mya trailing at my heels. I could tell I was calming down because my legs actually worked now. This is when Rose pulled up. She was usually very in control of her car but when parking on the side of the street she accidentally ran up on to the curb. I could tell she was extremely worried and expected the worse. I turned and let Emmet's hand fall from my back to make my way to her car. She got out of her red camaro and ran over to me, a look of horror creped further into her features with every step she took closer to me. Once by my side she looked up at Emmet who was now behind me and looked back at me. She put her hand over her mouth and gasped.

"I know." Emmet said, though it was barely more than a whisper. "I ran in there just after your Dad had been wailing on him for a while."

Rose started to tear up. She reached out a hand and gently brushed her finger tips against my reddened, bruised, and swollen cheeks. Tears were now rolling out of her eyes and unto her cheeks. She let out a heart broken sigh and enveloped me in a hug. My head was now buried in her golden hair. I tried to lift my arms up to put them around her but they were too sore.

"Edward" she half whispered, half whimpered, "I think you should stay with me for a bit." She ran her fingers through my hair. I love when people did that, she must've known.

"No Rose," I said breaking up our hug. "It's fine. Really, I'll be okay." A new batch of tears flooded my face.

She gave me a look of disapproval and then looked at Emmet for an answer. An answer to what I have no clue. "Thank you so much Em." She said. "What would I ever do without you?" She was now hugging him as he wiped her tears away from her red cheeks.

"Okay Edward, let's try and patch you up" Emmet said, gesturing to the front door.

We got to the door and Emmet pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. We stepped in and Emmet immediately went to the bathroom. I assumed it was to find band-aids and stuff like that. Emmet came back with some anti-bacterial stuff and some gauze then searched the kitchen for tape and scissors. Rosalie was holding my hand the entire time. It was comforting more than anything.

Emmet sat down on a chair that he'd pulled from the table. "Come here little dude." He was pointing to the kitchen chair in front of him that I was probably supposed to sit on. My tears had calmed down by now and now my eyes were red and stinging. Emmet worked cautiously around my hand to tape up the bruises.

"Thanks Emmet. I seriously wouldn't have lived through that if you hadn't come." I whispered that whole sentence, not wanting to cry again.

"Ah, hey, it's no big deal. I just would've liked to be there before it started maybe I could've gotten some more action." He playfully winked at Rosalie.

This sparked something in Rose because she slid over to him from where she was standing and looked down at him. She pulled his chin up towards her and gave him a soft kiss.

"Thank you" she repeated. Emmet looked at her like she was his everything. I usually didn't believe in young love but then I saw these to and it was hard not to. I now think that old love is the wrong kind and young love is the only true love really. Emmet broke the look between them and went back to my hand.

After sitting there for about seven minutes Emmet had used a considerable amount of gauze and an even bigger amount of tape.

"I think it looked better before I touched it.." Emmet said

"It's fine sweetie" Rose assured him with a smile.

"Well then I think you're all patched up there kiddo"

I looked back down as Emmet put the materials away, well what was left of them anyways. I truly was a mess, and it didn't help that Emmet's tape job was making my hand look even more deformed then before. Even though this was bad I had to be a little bit stronger at least. What happened before was just a melt down. I'm allowed those right?

"Where are you staying tonight honey? And who's this cutie?" Rose asked me staring at Mya.

"I was thinking I could maybe I could go home a grab my things and then sleep at your place? Is that okay? And this is Mya, she was at Mom and Dad's."

"Of course" she said with a broken smile.

I was actually excited about going to Rose's house. I know the situation was still bad but I had Rose. Then it hit me that I'd have to go back home. My emotions did a 360 again and now I was back to the verge of crying. I knew, looking down, I was in no shape for another fight. Rose must have seen my face fall because she then said,

"I'll get Em to go in with you."

I nodded my head. "Thanks Rose."

We left the house and got into cars. Emmet and Rose both drove back to my house. I drove with Rose. It was a long ride filled with tension. The tension wasn't between us though; it was more like tension from us towards the outside, Mya breaking it with a bark every once and a while.

We pulled up the long drive-way and my heart started racing again. Then I realized what's the point? There were no cars but my Volvo here. I got out of the car with Emmet on my heels just in case. I opened the door and to my delight there was no one home. I went up to my room with Emmet to pack things for tomorrow's trip. I was so excited for this trip that not even this whole day could ruin it.

I took out a bag and set it on my makeshift bed. I gathered all the essentials on my bed and without any words between us Emmet started to pack them. I packed my tooth brush and my favourite shirt and jeans. I packed more and more till my bag was full. I was finished packing in ten minutes.

We were ready to go and I just needed a few more things. I grabbed the note for permission off my bed, my phone, and my car keys. I didn't need to come home to a broken car.

We left down the stairs after I double checked all my materials. I was in a huge hurry to get out of this place. Emmet put my stuff in Roses trunk as I climbed into the car. Emmet came to Roses side and she rolled down the window for him. He kissed her softly and whispered "I love you" in her ear.

"Come back to my place okay?" Rose cooed.

He nodded and left to his truck.

We drove off in the direction of Rosalie's apartment and casually talked the whole way there. She was probably the only person who could take the edge off me. It took us about twenty minutes to get there, but I didn't mind because I liked any time I got to spend with Rose.

Once there I opened the door of the car and went and tapped on the trunk as a sign to open it. Rose opened it and I tried to grab my stuff but it really hurt. Emmet came up from behind me and grabbed my bags. I hated being this helpless. Once we had the vehicles parked and all my things we went to the doors and went in. We took a ride up to the 3rd floor and went to find Rose's room. Dogs weren't allowed so we snuck Mya in.

She opened the door and I went in. I had the place memorized so I found the spare room easily. I dropped my bags on the floor and wandered back to the living space. It was 10:30pm when I looked at my watch, had it really been that long?

"You should really get to bed Edward." Rosalie said.

I really didn't need any more convincing than that. So I said a quick thanks to Emmet and hugged Rose good night before heading back to the spare room. I had full intentions of going right to the spare room when I walked past the bathroom. I was tempted and even though part of me said no I had to check. I walked slowly into the bathroom, staring at my feet, and looked up into the mirror. That was a big mistake. I looked unbelievably horrible. I had a big red mark on my face, which I hoped would be gone by tomorrow. I then looked under my shirt. I was more and more disgusted as I lifted it further up. I saw a huge purple bruise next to my abdomen and an equally large bruise near my shoulder. Those were all I could focus on even though there were minor ones that were scattered around my torso. I decided to put it all out of my mind. I'd have my shirt on the whole time any ways.

"Are you okay Edward?" Rose called out.

"Yeah, just brushing my teeth."

I put my shirt back down and found my tooth brush. I brushed my teeth and went back to the soft bed that awaited me in the now occupied spare room. Mya followed me into the room wagging her tail.

I changed into pyjama's and I laid down in the bed to realize I was in extreme pain. I didn't want to bother Rose tonight again seeing as she was being way more than generous by letting me stay the night. So that night I fell into a very light and uncomfortable sleep.

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