A/N: Alright, I know its still early in the day, and I just posted chapter 5, but I figured since I left you guys with such a horrible scene, I figured I could somewhat make it up to you. So I gave you shirtless Edward. For those of you who mentally picture everything you read, as I do, I hope that makes you smile! :) Happy Reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. they all belong to the woman wonder, Stephenie Meyer!

Chapter 6

-Ruined-

When I awoke, it was silent. There was no thunder or lightning, no rain pounding on the roof. I opened an eye, but my view of the room I was in was blocked by an expanse of chest, still and white.

"You're awake for real this time." Edward's musical voice played in my ear, his breathing tickling my skin, much like Amos' had the night before. I shivered in remembrance.

"Where am I?" my voice was hoarse from the screaming and sleep. Edward reached over to the nightstand to hand me a glass of water, sitting me up in the bed. We were in his own room, him on top of the golden covers, shirtless and in his jeans and socks, while I was covered from head to toe in flannel pajamas and blankets. I took the water he handed me and took a sip, coughing when it went down the wrong pipe.

"Slowly now, love." He put his arm around my waist, his free hand helping me to tilt my water glass. I was still so very weak. I could feel my right eye, swollen and black, barely able to open, along with the scratches up and down my body, and my left arm was encased in a cast from my upper arm and down to my hand, wrapping between my thumb and forefinger, leaving the rest of my hand exposed.

"Edward?" my voice sounded so timid and thin, he pulled me closer, as if trying to replete my strength with his own.

"Yes, my love?" His voice was drawn, careful, as if trying not to startle me.

"Where's my ring?" It had been on my left hand last night, but it wasn't there anymore. Had they taken it off to put the cast on?

He took my glass of water, setting it on the table beside him, and picked up my right hand, kissing each fingertip. I had yet to look at him, and I still couldn't bring myself to look at his beautiful face. Not like this. Not while I was marked by some other.

"They stole it, Bella." His words were simple enough, but I could feel the emotions behind them. I felt the hate he felt towards them for hurting me. I could feel the pain he felt at my own pain. I felt the anger at himself for not being there to rescue me. Lastly, I felt a mirror of my own pain, loss. The loss of my innocence.

He knew I was ruined, broken from someone else's careless use. He could probably still smell them on me.

I feebly pushed aside the covers, swinging my feet to the edge of the bed, onto the floor, hoping I had enough strength to make the short distance to our bathroom.

"Bella, what are you doing?" his voice was worried, his arms were outstretched towards me, trying to take me back.

"I'm going to take a shower." I grasped the headboard with my hands for leverage, there was no way I could make it to my feet without any kind of help.

"Bella, lay down. You're too weak." He walked over to my side of the bed.

"I need to take a shower!" I tried to shout, but my voice was so frail, it was barely a whisper.

I pulled myself to my feet and swayed on the spot for a second or two , before my knees gave out completely. Edward, of course, caught me before I hit the ground.

I started crying. I couldn't even stand on my own. I could feel every bruise on my body. Everywhere they had hit me was coming back to me, bringing a fresh wave of pain and tears. I felt so used.

"Bella, love, don't cry." His voice was soothing, almost comforting, but for the first time since I'd met him, it didn't phase me. I was too far gone.

"I need a shower, Edward. I need to be clean. Edward, I have to be clean. Please. I can smell them on me..." my voice trailed off, and Edward winced in pain. He could smell them too. He wrapped his arms around me tighter, protective gesture.

I pushed his hands away from me, and he recoiled, hurt. I couldn't have him touch me right now, not while I was tainted.

"Leave me alone! Don't touch me! I can't stand it if you touch me!" I was curled up on the floor, shouting as loudly as I could. I knew I was hurting him, but I almost didn't care. I was ruined for him. He shouldn't want me, ruined like I was. I didn't deserve his perfection.

He didn't seem to know what to do. He stood there, between me and the door, as if torn between the decision to take me into his arms and hold me again, or to run out of the room.

"Edward, go." Rosalie's voice, kind for the first time I met her, came from the door. "I'll help her bathe. Jasper and Carlisle are waiting for you downstairs." I felt her scoop me up off the floor and carry me into the bathroom, where she started the water, letting it fill the tub. I could smell my soap, freesias, being poured into the water, making bubbles pop up and fill the basin. Rosalie gently eased me out of my pajamas and undergarments, taking extra care not to linger on any scratch or bruise to avoid as much pain for me as possible. Her kindness brought tears to my eyes.

She placed my worn body into the bath, and I felt the sting as the clean water hit my scrapes and bruises, making me cry out.

"Shh... I know Bella. I know it hurts." She smoothed my hair, trying to calm me, and eventually, it worked.

She washed my hair gently, yet efficiently, and carefully dragged a washcloth along my body.

I let her bathe me, too tired to be embarrassed, and too weak to do it myself. Besides, she, Esme, and Alice had all helped me bathe last spring when I had broken my leg. She had seen it all before.

Once I was cleaned to her satisfaction, she lifted me out of the tub and produced a thick towel out of nowhere, wrapping me tightly in it. Cradling me in her strong arms, she held me like a baby into the bedroom, and placed me on the bed, and began rummaging through the drawers, trying to find me some clothes.

She quickly came back with some loose gray sweatpants and a hoodie, easing the pants onto my legs. At first I wondered why she hadn't given me any undergarments, but then I remembered the pain from inside the bathtub, and I knew it was to keep me comfortable until I had healed. She pulled my sweatshirt on, and tucked the covers in around me, placing the extra blankets onto my already hidden form.

"Bella?" her melodic voice seemed pained as she sat on the bed next to me, "I'm so sorry about what those... monsters... did to you." She smoothed her hand over my hair, brushing it out of my face, so I could look at her.

Her full lower lip was trembling, and there were lines of pain etched into her forehead. I was sure that if she had been able to cry, tears would've been streaming out onto her face.

"I wouldn't wish that kind of pain on anyone, especially not my sister."

I remained silent and unmoving. For the first time, she had called me her sister. Is that what it took, to be raped and almost dead, for Rosalie to finally accept me into the family? I looked up into her face, silently, and felt ashamed for my thoughts. There was nothing but sympathy and an eagerness to comfort me there in her eyes. She was being genuine.

"You should get some sleep." She stood up, and crossed over the door, turning to me as she opened it. "Carlisle wants to check up on you soon. Do you want me to get Edward?" I shuddered at his name. I didn't think I could handle seeing him right now.

"Please don't leave me..." The request startled the both of us. Rosalie was the only one in this house who could possibly have an idea of the pain I felt, physically and emotionally.

Rosalie glanced at the door before heading back to me on the bed, and took me into her arms, rocking me slowly back and forth while the sobs rocked my body.

"We'll find them Bella. We'll make them pay. If Edward won't, then I will."

A/N: so... how did you like it? I know that there wasn't a lot of Edward, but I figured after the trauma Bella just went through, she needed to ease into things. I tried to be really realistic, but seeing as how i've never been in a situation like this before, I could only do my best.

How did you like the Rosalie/Bella bonding time? Personally, I love Rosalie! She may be kind of a hootchie at some times, but she really does love her family, and I thought she would probably see a little bit of herself in Bella at this vulnerable time. Soo...

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