Disclaimer: No owning Twilight, nope. And no owning any part of the day. It all belongs to Stephanie Meyer and Mother Nature.

Thank you Danielle.

This poem goes out to all victims out there who have suffered from the sins of others, of those cruelty and horrors. My heart goes out for you all, but please, for your own sake, please hold onto whatever that keeps you here. The Angela in this story will find closure and a new beginning. So please, be like her, be strong and move on to the best you can.

-Sylver-

I heard the footsteps coming and I knew this would be another long night
And something inside me screamed this time it really isn't right
The words he was saying were ruthless and cruel
And each time he hit me I sat there and obeyed each and every rule
I sat there blank faced and scared knowing that I couldn't cry
For I knew what would happen if he saw the tears in my eyes

Each and every swing felt worse and worse
And then all I wanted was to be dead in a hearse
He got real close and whispered "Bitch I wish you weren't alive"
And all I was thinking was you're right, I wish I wouldn't survive
He threw against the wall then proceeded to pin me to the ground
He hit me again, covered my mouth, not letting me make a sound

I started to struggle and tried to release myself of his forceful grip
Then the next thing I heard was a loud, horrifying rip
His hands were cold and I cringed at first touch
I don't understand how a father could hate his daughter so much
I froze and I couldn't believe that this was really going on
I just kept looking at the clock wanting him to be gone

I tried so badly not to think of the sharp pain
And this wasn't part of his usual game
I closed my eyes wishing the time would just pass by
And that next time I opened them I would be up in the sky
He pushed harder and harder and excruciating pain was all I felt
The next thing I heard was the unbuckling of his belt

Something happened inside of me that I cannot explain
I got this surge of energy and said "f you and your reign"
Somehow, someway I got out just in time
But what he had already done will never get out of my mind
From then on my life has been forever changed
It was like all I knew had been rearranged
I hate him with everything I have in me and so much more
And one day I want to end this war

Rosalie snarled, her eyes wide and blazing, "Who? That bastard, I will hunt him down and –"

She was out of control, her vampire instincts taking over. Her eyes were filled with rage and hurt, she was angry and shaken by this whole thing. It reminded her of her past. Of those who hurt her. Of those who condemned her to this life that she has yet to accept entirely. Of those who carved resentment into her, forever.

Seeing the fearful look in Angela's eyes at Rosalie's outburst and ferocity, I snapped, "Rosalie! Control yourself, for Angela's sake,"

The blonde froze, and stared at the frightened girl for a long while before staggering backwards, slumping into Emmett's ready and waiting arms, as if her body has turned jelly-like. Everyone in the room felt pained by the scared look in Rosalie's eyes. She was so strong, so determined, but we all know that it was a barrier of protection, one that she hid her injured self in. She whimpered softly, and Jasper winced as the feelings of sorrow and pain hit him and he tried to comfort everyone with his powers, but hurting as he did so. Wanting to help, I decided to shut his power off for the time being and he stared at me before whispering, "Thanks, that's the third time you have helped me today,"

I merely nodded, knowing that there is a subconscious reason as to why I was doing all this. Jasper, with his own history and dark past, and being the most cautious individual in the family, followed closely by Rosalie and then Edward, found it hard to accept me and trust me with his family just based on the few days that we have spent together, regardless of whether I was Edward's mate or not. Also, my powers, my past, my experiences and the fact that I was someone with lots of secrets and things that were still unrevealed also didn't help in reassuring him that I would be of no threat. Because, honestly speaking, I am. Hence, my mind had planned to help him as much as I can so that he can slowly start to see me in a more positive way, not just as a threat that can hurt them with my powers, and also hurt Edward by breaking his heart. Though the vampire instincts of mine lay dormant, she snarled as I thought about the dangers of me hurting Edward, because she knew, and is more confident than I am, that she and I would never hurt the one who is the center of my life right now. However, I refused to risk it. Wanting to win Jasper's trust, and to become one that he would protect from others, not one that he would protect against.

Glancing at Edward, my eyes ran from his messy, but all the more sexy, bronze hair, then reaching his beautiful eyes, trailing down his nose, and to his lips, down that high cheekbone and –

Abruptly, I stopped. I would have blushed if I was in my human mode, but I wasn't, hence my face settled for an embarrassed look. On seeing this, Edward gave me a questioning look and approached me, standing next to me and sat down. His presence reassuring and peaceful for me, doing very much in helping the situation. The rest, seeing this, all took their place next to their mates and we sat down around Angel, as though forming a barrier around her, protective.

Angela stared as we took our places, not quite intimidated by the sitting arrangement, but quite curious as to why we were doing that. However, I could see her swallow the questions that she longed to ask and stifled a smile on my lips; she had remembered my comment about her questions in the car.

"So, do you mind tell us what has been happening, dear?" Esme asked gently, she was, unsurprisingly, sitting next to Angela, and took her hands in her own.

Looking down, the girl looked as if she was about to burst into tears right there and then. However, she sniffed once and whispered her story to us. If we weren't vampires and have excellent hearing, we wouldn't catch on to even a single word that she said.

"It – it started when I was fifteen," she said, and all of us stared at her in horror, not believing how absolutely horrible and disgusting her rapist was. She was so young, so innocent! Why ruin it all with his own evilness and hatred?

"My – my mother brought my siblings out for a middle school event and – and he came into my room when I was alone – "

At this, everyone else in the room stilled, and Rosalie, being so concerned, interrupted, "Wait, don't fucking tell me that it was your – "

We waited, holding our breaths.

"Father," Angela completed, and a lone tear escaped her resolve and slid down her face, trailing her cheek. She bit onto her lips, not wanting to cry, despite the fact that she very much wanted to start brawling her hearts out right then. Esme, seeing this, was also on the edge of breaking down. "Oh, honey," she whispered, before enveloping the poor girl into a motherly hug, and Angela, ignoring the fact that the hug was cold and chilly, couldn't take it anymore and started crying. Her sobs echoed in the room, jabbing at my heart, and I felt so sorry for her. I want to take all her pain away. To save her, to protect her.

All of our hearts went out for her. Alice and I both swallowed back our tears and leant into our partner. Edward held me in his arms and I broke down, relieving the horrifying memories of Angela in her rooms every night, wanting so much to die, to escape from this madness that no one knew about, one that she couldn't not shake loose.

"Show me what you've seen, Bella. Show me." He whispered softly and struggling, I nodded, transferring the images, all of them, of Angela and her past into his mind.

There used to be a time where she was happy, but that was so long ago. But never from her father. Her mother loved her, for a short while, before she gave birth to Angela's first younger brother, Brian. But after that, since she was six, she was left alone, unattended, for all the love and care went to her brothers, all four of them. Never her. Never from her parents, and definitely from her spoilt siblings, who have only looked to her when in trouble, or hungry. Never a word of thanks, of gratitude, of kindness.

Up till now, the only attention that she had been given to by her father, was one that she never wanted. One that nobody would ever want. It was a sin, a horror, a nightmare coming true. It destroyed her, hurt her and made her dreams vanish into nothingness. The dreams of being loved, the dreams of being cared for, the dreams of capturing moments of beauty with the only possession that she loved, her camera. One that she had to work so hard for.

Edward growled when he looked through the memories, and I knew that every male vampire in the room wanted to kill Angela's father very much. Rosalie gently removed herself from Emmett's embrace and to all our surprises, joined in the hug that Esme was giving Angela. "We are here for you, Angela, you should know that."

Angela finally nodded, her eyes red from crying, and she took a tissue from Carlisle, slightly embarrassed, and wiped away her tears. It took a while, but everyone in the room was finally calm and collected, having pushing their overwhelming emotions aside. Angela smiled at all of us, and her sincere and sweet smile had an effect like no others for me. And from the expressions on everyone else's faces, I could tell they feel it too.

The girl cleared her throat and stared straight at me, "Than - Thank you all so much. I - I don't know why are you doing all this, but I am thankful."

"And of course, I remembered your explanation back in the car, and I will wait till you find out the answer, Isabella."

I frowned, "Tsk, call me Bella, Angela."

She blushed, and agreed, whispering a soft, "Bella", as though she was testing out that name on her tongue, and I smiled at that. Everyone else was taken with her, for some reason and I know that they all found it weird.

I will explain everything later, I transmitted the message to all of them, and they all inclined their heads in acknowledgement of that.

"I just have one question for you all."

I stared at her and nodded, signaling for her to go on.

"What are you?"

I smiled, knowing that she was going to ask this a long time ago, but everyone else stiffened. I had chose to block everyone's powers right then, and Alice shot me a dirty look while Edward said nothing, merely taking my hand into his own, offering me comfort.

Everyone was staring at me. Rosalie, surprisingly, was no looking hostile and agitated. Instead, she had a look that indicates at the fact that she might actually know what I was going to say. And of course, how can I disappoint her?

Looking straight into Angela's intriguing black eyes, looking at the trust she had for me, and the curiosity that wanted answers. And hence, I gave her one, my voice loud, slow and clear.

"Easy, we are vampires,"

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