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A/N: Sorry it's been forever, hope this chapter makes up for it!

Edward's POV

If my eyes had been dark before, they were pitch black now. When she was done, I knew everything. My every nerve quivered with anger and fury. After that sad excuse for an officer of the law left, I went back in. She turned to look at me, studied my face for a second, and a blush filled her face.

"Please tell me you didn't listen," she pleaded, plucking anxiously at the blanket. I reached out to still her pale hands, but she flinched away from my touch. I jerked back; the pain from that reaction ran like a blade through me.

"I would never hurt you Bella," I told her softly, torturingly denying myself from touching her at all. "You don't have to be scared."

"I'm not," was the response, but it was barely audible. She was silent for a minute and then, "you know now. You know what they did to me . . . what I am now?"

"You are the same person you always were. You are the same girl I fell in love with."

She turned away from me and stared at the blank wall.

Why couldn't she see that? She had done nothing wrong. And yes, she was damaged, but it would be a reversible damage. I would care if she had an eye patch and a peg leg, but I couldn't make her feel any worse, so I didn't say anything at all.

Bella's POV

When I opened my eyes to the faint white light, I saw that it was in fact, Edward's skin, glowing softly in the dark from the fluorescent bulbs. The clock read 3 a.m.

"Edward," my voice croaked, dry from sleep.

He stopped mid-pace. He was at my side in a minute.

"Bella. What's wrong, do you feel sick? Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

I held up my mangled hand before realizing which one it was.

"Everything's fine."

Which was an absolute lie.

He was watching me intently.

"What's going on?"

His face tightened. "Nothing—I'm not sure."

Then there was a knock at the door and it was so quiet that I didn't hear it. Only Edward's sharp glance at the doorway called the person walking through the door to my attention. Carlisle.

He looked tired, if that was possible, the black half moons under his eyes only adding to that appearance. He was holding a sheet with numbers printed on it.

"I know I said it would take quite a few hours, but I managed to speed up the testing. We received your test results.

My heart stopped.

Edward's expression was so scared I almost reached out and took his hand, but then I remembered my pact, I couldn't touch him anymore.

"You tested negative for all tests. You've not been infected with anything. You're clean."

I had been so happy to learn I wasn't diseased, but Carlisle was wrong. I would never be clean again.

Edward, in exuberance, hugged me, pulling me close to him. I tried to shy away.

"Please don't touch me."

He looked at me in shock, and then in pain. I hated to cause him pain, but it was for his own good.

I watched the connection flow between him and Carlisle and then he nodded briefly to something Carlisle told him.

A sudden thought hit me. "Does the rest of your family know yet?"

They shook their heads. Carlisle glanced at Edward, then to me.

"We still only told them you were hurt and at the hospital. I talked to Charlie and if you want, you can go home with us tomorrow so we can watch you." He gestured with his hand. "Or, you can stay here if you wish."

"Will you want me to tell them?" I asked shyly.

"Do whatever you need to," Edward replied gently, "but darling, they will find out eventually."

"Okay, I'll tell them." But the thought of having to tell one more person made me feel sick.

I waited a minute, but the sick feeling just kept growing. It was getting worse and worse. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and my breathing became erratic.

Carlisle, noticing this immediately, started checking me over.

"Bella, Bella?" The voice sounded far away again, distant.

"I think I'm going to be sick," I groaned, clutching my stomach. In an instant, I was against another cold, hard body, being whisked to the personal bathroom in my room.

I made it there just in time.

Bella's POV

15 minutes later

Finally, my stomach was so empty, I was sure I was really done this time. My tired head started to drop forward, but Carlisle's wonderfully cool hand rested against my forehead, sending shocks of pleasure to my body. The cold was so soothing to my overheated skin. Edward was standing in the doorway. He was probably disgusted after watching that. He didn't have to stay. He should have left. Yet the thought of him leaving made my heart clench anxiously. I had to let him go soon.

Carlisle set me down gently on the bed. Edward, with loving hands tucked the covers around me; the bed felt wonderful and cool. He had changed my sheets while I was out of the bed. I smiled at his need to help me. Surely he would be able to find another person to become infatuated with, to need him.

"Carlisle?" Edward said uneasily, questioningly, but Carlisle just shook his head.

"No, it's too early for that to be a sign of pregnancy."

My blood ran cold.

Emmett's POV

I had returned from hunting with Esme yesterday to find a distraught Rosalie. Apparently, Edward had stolen her car. Going to comfort her, I ran into Alice and Jasper who explained everything, at least, everything they knew.

Bella was hurt, in trouble, the normal, and Edward had run off to her rescue. I smiled. She was in the hospital, but I was sure it was just the normal bumps and bruises, and Edward was being his normal, over reactive self, keeping her for observation.

Alice wasn't so sure. Esme was worried, but that was normal for her; she always worried over her children.

At the top of the stairs, Esme was there, getting ready to call the rest of the family to come together. Once we were, she started.

"Carlisle called, Bella's coming home. Apparently she's stable enough to be moved and she'll be coming here."

Alice's look of relief beamed out to everyone.

"But," Esme continued, harsher now, "Edward said you're to stay away until she's ready to see you." A frown creased her forehead.

"What does he mean 'ready to see us?'?" Alice said petulantly. "Honestly, she's hurt, but why would she want to stay away from us?"

"I don't know, but there was something wrong, something I couldn't quite detect in his tone." The worry was evident in her tone.

"What do you mean?"

Her mouth opened then closed abruptly.

"Just do as he asks, if he says it, it must be important."

I snorted. "Yeah right, what a drama queen." He was probably just afraid that we would hurt his precious angel. I rolled my eyes. Like anyone could ever get close enough to do real damage to Bella. And, she was far too nice to make anyone want to hurt her anyway.

Alice's POV

I knew I shouldn't have done it. I was told not to do it. Edward didn't even have to read my mind to know I would want to. Jasper should've known better. But then, he's never really withstood my puppy dog expression.

The door handle rolled open (we don't lock our doors, honestly, what would be the point? The only thing that we would want to lock out wouldn't be stopped by a lock.) and Jasper and I were down the stairs in half a second. Rose and Emmett, hearing us and thinking it was a conspiracy against them, followed. Naturally, Esme hurried to go stop us, but was too slow.

Carlisle was holding the door open. Then Edward stepped through, cradling Bella in his arms. If I was worried before, I was downright panicked now.

Just from looking at her, I could tell something was wrong, and I didn't mean just physically. Yes, she was physically hurt, but I sensed it went deeper than that.

"Bella?" I whispered softly, frozen in place.

She turned her head to me and I saw her eyes. Those haunted terrible eyes. Something directed her gaze away from me and she gasped.

I whipped around. Jasper was cringing into the floor, in obvious pain, much like Edward in Volterra. Jane wasn't here though.

Edward focused on his face and stumbled back a step. I turned Jasper's face toward me, my hands shaking slightly.

"Jasper, Jasper, what's wrong?"

"Too much," he managed to grit out, "too much emotion, I can't—"

"Edward, you have to get Bella out of here!"

But his mind had interpreted Jasper's pain, Bella's pain, and he seemed too stunned to move. Realizing she was the source of Jasper's pain, Bella pulled out of Edward's arms (a feat I'm sure she wouldn't have been able to accomplish had Edward not been so shocked) and started walking quickly toward the staircase. After the first step, her face twisted in pain and on the second, her knee twisted in the black brace I hadn't noticed until then. I could hear the tendons and bones move irregularly. Carlisle caught her in time and whisked her upstairs. Emmett pulled Jasper from the room. Then everyone was silent.

This was all my fault. I waited for Edward's recriminations, but they didn't come. My eyes flicked to him. The look of horror was now furious.

"Edward, I—"

"Do you have any idea what she's been through?" he asked quietly, though his tone implied violence.

"I—"

"Do you?" He roared suddenly, everyone flinching not only at the volume, but at the anguish.

"Do you have any idea what you've done now? No," he snorted bitterly, "you couldn't possibly imagine. We were having progress until this—" He cut off shuddering with unspent anger.

I could hear Carlisle's voice drift down.

"Now, I'm going to have to reset this Bella. I can't mix anesthetics with the medication you're on."

Her soft keening cry hit me.

"You caused that," he accused me in a broken voice.

I hung my head.

"She didn't need that on top of everything else."

"On top of what?" Esme pried gently.

He didn't seem to hear her.

"Don't let her near me," he warned Esme. "I can't be responsible right now for anything I might do. I have to go see . . . I have to make sure . . .

He started up the steps, leaving us staring after him.

Edward's POV

"I'm sorry."

How solemnly she looked at me when she uttered those ridiculous words.

"It's not your fault."

"Right. I didn't just torture your brother and cause you to threaten your sister." She looked away. "I'm tearing your family apart."

I reached to hold her face, but remembering the last flinch, I drew my hands away slowly.

"No."

She nodded.

"No."

"Edward, I just want to get this over with."

"Now? But I assumed—"

"Now."

"I'll get them."

Bella's POV

"Two nights ago, I was attacked."

They frowned, but I could tell they just weren't getting it. I focused on Edward's smooth perfect hand, forcing myself not to grab it.

"What happened?" It was Emmett who asked gently, but he still got a warning look from Edward.

"I w-was . . ." I trailed off, it was just too mortifying. I couldn't do it.

"Edward?" I pleaded, imploring him to take over.

"She was raped."

Identical looks sprang upon their faces. Esme ran out of the room first, Carlisle following. Alice stepped forward and took my hand.

"I will never forgive myself for this."

"You may not, but it was never your fault. I was never your responsibility. It was mine, I was stupid. I should have known better than to—"

"Not your fault." Edward interrupted.

Rosalie stood paralyzed in the corner, Emmett holding her tightly.

"Not again," she murmured, "not again."

Emmett looked so angry, he couldn't speak.

"No," Edward said grimly, looking at me, "never again."

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