Chapter 7 - The Revelation.

Edward's POV

"Goodnight," I heard Jacob say. His thoughts indicated that his night was going to be anything but.

I walked down the hallway to meet Renesmee at the door as she walked in, closing it behind her. I stopped abruptly. She exhaled loudly and squeezed her eyes shut, oblivious to my presence. Her thoughts flowed out, almost too fast to understand.

And suddenly, I felt as though I'd been shovelling for so long with a plastic spoon, getting absolutely nowhere, until now. Now, I'd been handed a bulldozer, and was burrowing deep into the dark crevices which were buried deep within Renesmee's mind. And those crevices were dark.

'Goodnight,' she thought, 'as if that's even possible anymore.'

Then every reason for her odd behaviour slipped out of her thoughts at blinding speed. Her mind's cover had been stripped away, exposing her every secret that she had held, or most of them.

*

It was black. The only light was that coming from the moon. It seemed like a dark space between buildings, not quite as big as an alley; and much, much darker.

"Does he know?" Embry growled into Renesmee's ear, as he pressed her up against the wall. She looked up at him in fear, too scared to answer.

"I said, DOES JACOB KNOW!?" he snarled viciously. Renesmee whimpered. And shook her head, but it wasn't good enough. Not for him. He grabbed hold of her wrists and squeezed them tightly, almost in a gesture to break them. "If you're smart, you'll answer my fucking question. Does he-"

"No!"

"Good." Embry said, clearly still unsatisfied, "We wouldn't want him knowing- not yet. He would have my head."

"I wish." Renesmee muttered, fully aware that he could hear her perfectly.

"I would be careful with my words if I were you, sweetheart, because you've got a lot worse coming your way." He said harshly and pressed his body up against hers. She whimpered as she attempted to loosen his grip, but failed.

Embry then pressed his lips aggressively against hers as she continued to fight back.

*

"Renesmee!?" I called in a growl. Her eyes shot open and a look of desolate fear crossed her face. She hadn't know I was here and was startled by my "sudden" appearance. "May I speak to you in the other room?" I said through clenched teeth.

"We can't t-talk here?" She asked, her voice rising into a squeak. I made no response, but gestured toward the dining room, where no one else had reason to be. She reluctantly followed me.

"Renesmee…" I started. She swallowed a gulp of nothing.

"Y-yeah?" she stuttered.

"Care to explain?" I said. I prayed it was a joke, that it was nothing more than a tasteless prank, but anyone, educated or not, would know otherwise. Hopefully it was just a misunderstanding- a dream, similar to the ones she had before, only with more clarification.

"Explain what?" She asked, her wide eyes searching for an answer in mine. There was nothing.

"It starts with your thoughts." I said, and she looked at me again, and made no response. "Renesmee, do not try to pretend that those thoughts you just had are nothing. What happened!?"

Her face seemed to be stuck in an expression between the line of fear and misery. She tried to respond, but was never a good liar.

"N-nothing." She lied, 'Don't say it, you can't.' She mentally reminded herself.

"Renesmee, if that dog is trying something on you, I need to know."

"Nothing's happening."

"But-"

"No, Dad. Don't let me bother you with my problems!" She exclaimed, red rising to her face. I could not tell whether it was a result of anger, embarrassment or shame. I went with shame.

I was shocked for a moment as she would even consider saying that. There was a certain degree of problems I had the will to stray away from, but this was not one of them. If for one second, she believed that I was pass this off as nothing, she was not thinking straight. I didn't necessarily expect her to, not after what I'd seen. Nobody would think straight after that. I had just seen Embry try and violate my daughter; as far as I was concerned, that was my problem. And I was going to be his.

My teeth clenched and my muscles tensed as I thought about it.

"Renesmee, I need to know." I said a little bit more softly, "So I can detach every one of his limbs, slice them into small pieces, wrap them in seaweed, make intellectually challenged sushi, and feed them back to his head; which would still be intact due to the fact that you can't make something from nothing!"

She flinched away from me and took a step back. She looked down and I sighed. I had gotten considerably loud during the end of my rant, almost a near shout. She had been too used to that lately, and it went right over my head. I had frightened her- great. But within reason. And he thought he was going to get away with this? Over my dead body. And I'm immortal.

"Listen, I'm not going to stand for this; even if it means I have to-"

"That's all that happened." she interrupted, her face still downward. "He just… that's… t-that's all." But her thoughts said otherwise. Her eyes began to water as another short, unbearable scene came into perspective.

*

Still pressed up against the cold, hard brick wall, Renesmee continued to whimper. Embry seemed too "busy" too acknowledge it. The only distinct source of heat came from his hands, which lingered around her waist. They found their place, tugging and eventually lifting the bottom edges of her shirt up.

*

"Renesmee…" I whispered in utter shock. Her head dropped in memory. Her curls covered her face, hiding her expression, but not the tears which effortlessly fell to the floor like a rainy day.

(A/N: From here on out, this chapter is a longer version of the preface. Reread for the similarities.)

She dropped to her knees in front of me, sobbing into her hands. She made nearly no noise as she cried, but to me, every tear falling was as loud as a jet on take off- you couldn't ignore it, but you wish you could stop it. I wanted to stop her tears, but what could I have possibly said to make it all better? There were so many things I could do, but turning back time was not one of them. Pretending this never happened was impossible.

I couldn't have imagined worse, but apparently, Renesmee could. The crying continued, but I stood crippled by what I was seeing. It was in her perspective, through a pair of mortified eyes- and I felt like that, too. What he was doing was… horrific and indescribable. And I felt fear. Fear and weakness, because I could not have stopped what already happened. If I could, I would have stopped many things; this being first on my list. I had used the wrong term before- "violation" was to say it much less than mildly. Bt what he had done to her could not be summed up by one, one hundred, or even one million words. It was unbearable- or more importantly, unforgivable. It was…

Murder. The murder of a soul and its innocence. That is still much too mild a description.

I, too, lowered myself to my knees. I clenched my teeth and took her in my arms. My cold arms, that could have done so much, but instead did nothing at all. My cold hands gripped her in an attempt to keep her safe and close, but instead longed to squeeze every inch of life out of his soulless body. My cold body grew slowly warmer as the heat of anger rose within.

She continued in tears, but trying to change those into the joy and laughter we preferred miles by far as impossible, as these were a result of the past, being released now. And I couldn't change the past.

But I could make sure of one thing.

"Jacob and I will take care of this. Embry will be dealt with. I promise you, Renesmee."

She clutched my sleeves and looked up at me. A look of pure mortification crossed her features; her tear soaked features. She shook her head as if accused of murder.

"No…" She whispered, "No, he can't know! You're not even supposed to know. You cannot tell anyone, Dad! Please."

I looked at her with confusion embedded in my eyes. She was too overwhelmed with panic and fear to even consider the reason why. All she was thinking was Jacob.

"I think its inevitable that Jacob will find out, regardless of whether it comes from me or not." I said as softly as possible; a task which is quite hard when you are ready to literally kill the person who did that to them.

"Please… If Jacob finds out, he'll. Embry will…" She couldn't finish her sentence as she began to shake, almost violently, in my arms. I heard Embry's voice, clear as a bell in her head.

"Remember, Nessie. You'll be quiet, right? 'Cause if anyone- especially Jacob, finds out, I will not be hesitant to beat you senseless."

"That Monster!" I growled. Again, she shook in my arms, and began to cry more. She sobbed into my chest, which was heaving up and down with unnecessary breaths.

I could not believe that this had been going on right under my nose. I didn't understand how Renesmee could have kept this from me- I heard her thoughts all the time, and there was never a thought like this, or even similar. Except for that one dream… which I now knew was not a dream at all, but a flashback.

Bella couldn't have been shielding her, because I still heard thoughts. Empty, meaningless and mundane thoughts, but thoughts none the less. Perhaps she avoided the subject within her mind not to hide it, but because she did not want to think about it at all. But for how long was this going on?

Too long.

If some one had told me that this was going to happen, I would have laughed at them and their stupid assumptions. Never, under my careful watch, would anyone get to her, I would say. I wouldn't have believed them in the slightest. Not even if Alice miraculously found the ability to see Renesmee's future. This was impossible. If someone had managed to drill the idea of this so far into my head that I actually did believe it, I would never even let her out of the house. I would kill that oversized dog before he could even set eyes on my precious daughter. No, even before that.

"Renesmee?" I asked quietly, smoothing the back of her hair. She nodded, and the sobs stopped momentarily. "When did Embry start… doing this to you?"

So she began to cry again.

A long time, I assumed.

My cold hands then dreamed themselves a wonderful dream; to lace themselves around his neck and tighten until my cold palms were touching through the remaining pieces of his life.

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