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Warning this story deals with abuse and is rated M.

~Last Chapter~

"OK so Mr. Cullen when was the first time Phil and Elizabeth Masen hit you?"

So here it was time for truth I guess?

~Chapter 2~

Edward POV- Same day (June 11) and on wards…-

Guess now would be the time to tell my sad story…

"Um… my mom started to drink after her father died. I was four I think. My mom divorced my dad and we moved to Chicago, she kept drinking. I mad her mad. I was being too loud. Her head was hurting. It didn't hurt much. She just pushed me a little and I was able to get the glass out… um her and Phil married when I was 6. I didn't listen and got into trouble. He kicked me. That was the first time he did anything." I stopped talking knowing that I had answered her question and not wanting to say anymore.

Casey Jane looked at me. "Ok Edward, did either of them ever take you to a hospital, with your injuries?"

"No," I said not looking up from my hands that were wrapped in gaze and stuff. "They didn't want to waste the money."

She didn't say anything else as she wrote something down.

"Edward I know you are tiered, but just let me ask you one more question and I'll leave and let you get some rest." She paused for a moment. "When did Phil start raping you?"

My eyes bulged out of my head… She knew, my breathing came is short shallow breaths. The room started to spin. I could faintly hear someone saying No, No, No… over and over again.

I heard the door open and a mans voice telling me I need to calm down and to breath. Finally the room went quiet and I realized it was me who was yelling NO.

I realized the officer was still there, waiting for my answer. "9." I whispered, not caring if everyone in the room heard me.

"Thank you for talking to me Edward. I'll come by later if I have anymore questions. Dr. Carlisle has my number if you need to contact me with any questions. Don't hesitate to call."

And like that she left. I was alone again with Carlisle and the woman Esme. They didn't say anything at first. Carlisle grabbed my file and started to read it. The woman Esme came and sat next to me.

I sat there droning out as Carlisle told me about my injuries and how I will have to remain bed ridden for a few months while I heal. I ate some stew Esme said she made for me. It was amazing and I couldn't stop thanking her. When was the last time I even had a "home cooked meal"? My mother never cooked, she was always too drunk. I was normally the one to cook and I was horrible at it.

My days passed slowly. I just sat there staring at the same boring four walls, I would watch TV sometimes, and sleep. I slept more than I ever had. Carlisle and Esme continued to visit me daily.

About a week after I woke up I let it slip to Esme that I loved to read. The next day when I woke up she had a bag full of books. I couldn't contain the tears that overflowed as I opened the bag and thanked her. I have never owned new books before; she bought me a huge variety of genres, telling me she was unsure what I liked.

Every time Carlisle would come into my room I could tell he wanted to talk about what happened. But I was thankful he understood that I wasn't ready to say anymore than what had already been revealed.

-July 2, 2010-

The sun was shining into my room as I woke up. Rubbing the sleep out of the eyes I stopped and stared at the bandages covering my burns. The burns still hurt some days, and sometimes I could still feel the flames licking at my wrists and encircling my ankles.

Groaning as my stiff body moved I couldn't help the gasp of pain that escaped my mouth. My right leg was still extremely burnt. Carlisle said that the flames made it all the way to my right knee, before authorities were able to get to me.

Yawning I reached over and grabbed a book off of the night table. I had already been through ten of the twelve books that Esme had given me. My current book was about the Civil War, not my favorite genre but the book was interesting.

My door opened and Esme walked in with my breakfast. She refused to let me eat the hospital food so she would show up three times a day with a very delicious meal.

There were two people trying to look around her as she entered. They were young I could tell and I would be lying if I said I didn't breath a sigh of relief when they stayed on the opposite side of the door.

"Good morning Edward. I brought you breakfast." She smiled warmly.

AN: ok so school in an hour just wanted to get this posted. Please review.