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Warning this story deals with abuse and is rated M.

~Last Chapter~

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 breathe a sigh of relief when they stayed on the opposite side of the door.

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

~Chapter 3~

EPOV- July 2, 2010

I didn't reply right away. I didn't even look at Esme as she approached me. My eyes stayed locked on the not closed door. The faces of the two strangers threatening to overcome me. The girl looked young; she had a nice face and seemed nice. But the guy that stood next to her. He was built like a bear, and there was a scar that ran from his left eye to his chin. He was indeed intimidating.

Esme must have noticed the fear that was over taking me because suddenly her form was blocking my view of the door. Slowly I lifted my eyes to her face; I still couldn't look her in the eye. I knew Carlisle and Esme worried about that, I overheard them a few days ago talking about me having social problems. I knew they were possibly right, but I didn't want to admit to it yet.

When I didn't say anything Esme started to talk again.

"Those are your siblings." She said gently as she sat down my breakfast and took a seat next to my bed. "The guy is Emmett he turned 18 on June 1st and the girl Alice she just turned 16 on April18th." Emmett and Alice. Now I remember Carlisle saying something about them, many years ago when I was still allowed to talk to him on the phone.

My last visit from Carlisle was when I was ten. That was six almost seven years ago. Carlisle had brought Esme along to introduce me to his new wife. During that visit he told me of a young boy they were going to adopt saying that I would soon have a brother I will have to come visit. The operative word was come, as in leaving my mother and step father to visit them. I wanted to but they (my mother and Phil) wouldn't let me.

"Edward?" Esme asked pulling me out of my own thoughts and back to the real world. "Emmett and Alice are just waiting for me. They are not going to come in if you don't want them to. The three of us are going to the shopping for a few things. Is there anything you need or would like me to get you? I can pick something up for you and bring it back before going home."

"Yeah can you get me a lined notebook and penciles?" I found myself asking before I knew what I was saying. Oh crap why did I say that? I shouldn't have asked for anything.

"A notebook and pencils?" Esme confirmed, smiling at me.

"Um… No... I don't… Esme I don't need anything. I'm um ok… don't want to be any um, trouble. I shouldn't have asked for anything. I'm sorry." My eyes automatically went to the floor as I talked.

I'm such an idiot! How could I ask for that? I could feel my eyes filling up with tears. I didn't want to be punished for asking for something, but I also knew better than to ask for anything.

"No, Edward. It's no trouble at all. Now have some breakfast and I will see you later today dear." She gave me one last warm smile before she exited. Both Alice and Emmett straining around her to look at me, I didn't dare look up as I stared at their feet.

I slowly ate my breakfast of ham and eggs. Then fear of getting trapped in my memories again I decided to pick up my book and continue to read about the bloody war.

I don't know how far I got into the book before I was pulled into a memory.

The house was dark. This being because Elizabeth had forgotten to pay the electricity bill again. Instead she used the child support money to support her habit of smoking constantly. I was in clothes so old they now sported holes. I tried to be silent as I walked through the dark house.

"You boy what are you doing?" Her voice came from the couch on my left. Silently I cursed. I was ten feet away from the door to my room (also known as the basement). But no, luck is never with me and by the sound of it she was high as can be. "Do you know why it's dark in here boy?"

She was asking me like it was my job? Really? I was a thirteen year old. I envied others from my school that had parents that took care of them. The only thing my mom ever gave me was bruises and scars. I didn't dare move as she came towards me, a lighter and a cigarette in her hands. She was only a few feet from me when she lit the cig. I hated the smell of it and couldn't help the violent cough that escaped me when she blew the smoke right at me.

She moved faster than I thought possible as she grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm. I fell to my knees with her still holding my wrist. "You didn't make sure the bill got paid. Now look at this we don't have any money to pay for our electricity." Yeah. I thought not looking up from the floor. We have no money because you mother spent it all on drugs and alcohol.

I didn't say anything as she ranted on about something and me being useless. I've heard it all before and preferred not to hear it again. I tried my hardest to escape into my mind as an assault was made on my body.

She started with kicking me, still holding my wrist. I'm unsure how long it was till she was bored of that but I soon smelt burning flesh as she placed her lit cigarette on my wrist, on the sensitive part.

She soon got tired of that and walked away. Yelling at me to get to my room, (aka the basement). As I closed the basement door I could hear thunder starting up. I shivered with cold as I tried to stay warm throughout the Chicago winter.

I must have fallen asleep because suddenly I could hear a man's voice calling out to me. "Edward?"… "Edward son please can you hear me?" slowly I opened my eyes to come face to face with my father, Carlisle Cullen.

"Yeah Carlisle?" I said my voice croaking from sleep. I could literally see him breathe a sigh of relief as I answered him.

"You were screaming in your sleep." He didn't exaggerate on what I was screaming about and for that I was thankful. I could only imagine what I could have been saying while I slept. "I just wanted to check on you. Are you in any pain?"

"Um…" pain? Yes I was in some pain but I was afraid to admit it to him.

"Edward." He said sensing my hesitation. He didn't continue till I looked at him. My eyes meeting his. This is something he had been doing. He wanted me to talk to him and look him in the eye. I have to admit it was difficult at times.

"Pain, only a little today." I said answering truthfully. This caused a frown from Carlisle. As he picked up my chart I became worried.

"Edward, are you having any pain in your lower admen?" He asked in his doctor voice.

"Yeah but it's not too bad." I said trying to shrug it off.

"I was worried about that." Wait he was worried about it? What was wrong with me? He must have seen the look of panic on my face, because he quickly continued. "When you were brought in many of your ribs were broken. It's my belief that a splinter from your ribs has started to bury itself into your appendicitis. It's not too serious just yet. But I believe it would be a good idea to have surgery sometime soon and get this taken care of. Then hopefully we can bring you home, I believe Esme and the kids have your room all ready for you."

Wait he wants me to move in with him and his family. This I didn't understand, why would they want me? I was just a screw up.

Carlisle left me to think about what he had said and a few hours later Esme came back with three notebooks and a handful of pencils and pens.

I couldn't stop thanking her as I tried my best to no cry. An hour later I had written through thirty pages. Sighing I hit the button to call a nurse. Ready to tell them that they could do the surgery that Carlisle wanted me to do.

Carlisle and Esme stayed with me and telling me everything would be alright as I waited for them the get the surgery room ready. Carlisle wouldn't be allowed inside while they operate, since he was related to me and hospital policy and all.

AN: I want to give a shout out to arianawhitlock, please check out her story Trusting Love and its sequel Faith. It's a Jasper Edward Slash and really good.