Summary: Alice and Jasper have taken Emmett and Edward to Alaska on a hunting trip. Bella hasn't gone to the Cullen house in a few days, but suddenly, she urgently needs to speak to one of them. But what about? (Includes mature themes! warning!)

This is a short story, probably around 10-15 chapters depending on how fast or slow the story goes, etc. It includes dark theme's so please don't read unless you can handle this...

"Bella?" A voice called softly. My heart tensed. No. No. Gosh no. I tried to move away from the voice, confused and dizzy. "Bella, darling, wake up for me." I opened my eyes, barely making out the figure standing over me in the dark. I let out a scream, my breath getting stuck in my throat.

Hands were around me, lifting me up from the bed and placing me in a sitting position. "Bella," The voice was calming and oddly familiar. "Bella, it's Carlisle. Breathe with me, sweetheart. That's it. Good girl."

I followed Carlisle's breathing, appreciating that he'd breathed just for me. When I looked up, I met one of his dazzling smiles. "I'm sorry," I rasped, my hand rubbing my throat. "I thought you were someone else."

Concern etched his features and he held onto my hand as he sat down on the bed. "What has you so scared, child? You were screaming in your sleep."

"Bad dream, I guess." I said, studying my toes.

"None of that now," He whispered quietly, using one finger to lift my chin up so I was looking into his eyes. "You know we're here if you need us, Bella."

"I know." I whispered back, swallowing the lump in my throat. I couldn't say it this early in the morning. I just couldn't. I'd only been awake a few minutes and I was already hurting.

"What's the time?" I asked, trying to distract him from the topic.

"Just gone 5am." He turned on the bedside lamp, and studied me again. "Bella, something is worrying you. Don't suffer in silence. How about we start with your dream?"

I looked down at my hands, wringing them in pain. "It's the same dream every night, Carlisle. That's why I didn't want to come over."

Carlisle's eyebrows raised in confusion. "Every night? How hasn't Edward noticed?"

I looked away. "They started the night he left…"

"Are they about Edward, Bella?"

I shook my head, no. "No…they're not about any of you really."

"Then Bella," He continued. "What are they about?"

Tears began to freely fall down my face and I felt arms pull me close to their chest. They weren't Carlisle's arms. Oh, they were Esme's. They must have entered so softly, since I didn't hear them. I didn't like it when they did that normally, but tonight was an exception. Rosalie smoothed my hair reassuringly.

"Shh sweetheart. Everything's okay. I'm here, darling." Esme soothed, rocking us both slowly. "It's alright."

I tried to control my breathing as I felt my temperature rise.

"Bella?" Carlisle questioned, his voice fading from my ears. "Bella, breathe. You have to breathe. Remember. C'mon sweetie."

I clawed at my throat helplessly and resisted when someone pulled back my hands. I tried to listen to Carlisle but I could barely hear him.

I was sat up quickly, my head pushed forward a little. "Bella," Carlisle's voice was sharp and stern. "Breathe. In, out, in, out. Thatta girl. Well done." I gulped in needed air quickly, nearly coughing. Carlisle rubbed soothing circles on my back.

"Better now?" Rosalie asked with a small smile. She'd moved so that she was sat in front of me, caressing my hands.

I looked up at Carlisle. "I don't know!" I sobbed, hurdling forward and crashing into Esme's lap. I grabbed hold of her pajama top and hid my face in her chest.

"You don't know what your dreams are about, Bella?" He asked.

I shook my head, still hidden in Esme's chest. "They're blurry, all dark and noisy and scary." My voice was muffled by the material but I knew they could understand.

"Alright sweetheart," He said, reaching over to pat my hand. "Let's get you downstairs and get you a glass of water."

Once downstairs, Esme sat me on a stool on the island and Rosalie sat beside me. I was a handed an ice cold glass of water and a small, chocolate chip biscuit.

I really wasn't hungry, but I gulped the water down greedily. "I'm so sorry for disturbing you all."

Esme shook her head, giving me a motherly look. "Nonsense sweetheart. What do you think we were doing all night?"

I blushed, staring down at the table. "I don't know. Something much more interesting than boring old me."

3 exact gasps echoed across the quiet kitchen. "Bella Swan!" I flinched at Carlisle's voice. "I don't want to hear you talking down about yourself, am I clear?"

I didn't dare look into his eyes as the tears rolled down my face and onto the kitchen counter. My body began to shake. I hated myself for being so weak. "I-m I'm so s-sorry Ca-Car-Carlisle!" I blubbered. "Please don't hurt me!"

"Hurt you?" Carlisle asked, appalled. "Bella, I would never, ever lay a hand on you. How could you think such a thing? I'm so sorry for raising my voice, but I don't like to hear any of my children talking themselves down. You are all strong, amazing and happy people."

I said nothing, how could I? I had just let out a hint. I clenched my hands around the table, praying not to break down even more.

"Bella," Rosalie said quietly. "Let go of the table, hun."

I looked down at my hands, noticing they were turning a bone white. I quickly let go, only to clench them around my pants instead.

She reached over and unclenched my hands from around the material, holding them in hers. "What is worrying you? I feel so hopeless sitting here, knowing you're in pain."

I looked at the three of them – each of them wearing the same concerned expression. I could feel the lines the tears left on my face and I wanted to hide. "I can't…I….I came here planning to talk to you…but I can't…"

Rosalie pulled me into a hug, rubbing soothing circles on my back just like Carlisle had done. "We are always here to help and listen. That's what families are for, right? Everyone in this family has had their fair share of hurt, pain and suffering and all of us will understand, or at least try too."

I looked at Rosalie, looked at how strong she was. She stood with her blond hair curling to her waist, her black dress going perfectly with her figure. And on her face was the bravest, biggest, most comforting smile you'd ever see. How had she recovered so well?

I looked back over at Esme and Carlisle, then back to Rosalie. "Rose…"

She waited, giving me a big smile to encourage me.

"Can I talk to you?"

She nodded, taking my hand and leading me into the front room. Carlisle and Esme didn't follow but I knew they'd be listening in from the kitchen, coming to my aid if I needed them.

I sat down on the couch, nearly sitting on Rosalie. She looked a little shocked, but put a comforting hand around me. "Bella, we're not the closest in the family, and you're by far much closer to Alice than me, but I'm always an open ear and I hate to see you this way. Please tell me what's wrong, I won't judge."

And judge she wouldn't. She was the only one who would truly understand.

I looked at her, tears running down my eyes, as I silently begged I could be as strong as her. "Rose, the night Edward left…"

She caught a tear on her finger, urging me to go on.

"I was raped."

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