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-Chapter 15-

Alice's POV

"Well done, Alice." She smiled.

I looked up and widened my eyes as I realized Bella was in the doorway and had witnessed everything I had done. Her expression was full of pride and she seemed... proud?

"I'm so sorry..." I began my heartfelt apology.

She shook her head, quieting my speech and took a step into the house. She had a sly smile printed across her face and it illuminated her beautiful face. That was when I noticed that she had a bruise across her face from the right side of her temple and it shadowed her right eye and stopped briefly on her right cheek. It was as if she had been slammed against a wall or something. I assume it was from the abuse she had recieved at the whorehouse.

"You do not need to apologize, Alice." She wrapped me in a warm hug. I returned the hug gently but I was also confused. Why would she be happy about this?

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"Thank you, Alice." She smiled at me, her eyes were beginning to tear up and that's when I got really confused.

"Alice, I'll take Charlie outside." Carlisle whispered and dragged the unconscious Charlie behind him and out the door, to lie him down outside underneath the tree that was propped beneath Bella's bedroom window.

"Bella, I don't understand." I frowned at her gleeful expression. "You aren't mad?"

"No." She shook her head. Her smile faded and I had a sick feeling knotted in my stomach.

"Maybe we should get you back to the hospital..." I stirred around and held her by her elbow.

"I'm fine, Alice." She pulled away, and sat on the couch. She gestured for me to take a seat and I obliged.

"Bella, I-I don't get it. I thought you would be mad, I mean, who's happy that their best friend beat up their father?!" I looked at her in disbelief.

She can't possibly be bluffing at a time like this. There was just no freaking way that she could be happy. Maybe she's just too happy because she's brought good news? No. That's impossible... what kind of daughter is happy that their father is temporarily incapacitated?

She stared at me blankly and then her eyes filled with sadness. A type of sadness that I have not really seen before today. It was as if she witnessed someone kicked a puppy. Or saw a little child being yelled at. Or she just lost her most prized possession. Whatever she was about to tell me is far away from good news and I better brace myself for what I'm about to hear.

"Ali..." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. For a brief moment I thought she forgot my presence but she reopened her eyes. Only for them to be filled with tears. "I... what I'm about to tell you - you cannot tell anyone. No one. Not Edward, not Carlisle, nobody. Promise?" She looked at me pleadingly.

I nodded, concerned. "Of course, Bella."

She took another deep breath to try and calm her emotions. Her breath was shaky and uneven and I was hesitant whether to touch her in comfort. I thought against it, fearing that my touch would trigger a rage of emotions that I thought she would regret having.

"Okay..." She whispered.

"Alice..." She looked down at her hands, fidgeting. She took a quick glance at the opened door and noticed that no one was there.

"I've been abused."

Edward's POV

Why do I keep coming back here? To this foggy, twisty road that seemed never-ending. Was this some sort of sign? Maybe. Dreams were known for having some sort of truth behind it. But this dream didn't make any sense. I mean, a foggy road? What's the symbolism for that? Nothing. That was my conclusion. It was just there. It does nothing. It blocks everything from sight. I'm blind.

And the same as last time, I was walking. With the same determination and the same thought running through my mind: Bella. I didn't know why she was on my mind, but I knew that I didn't want anything or anyone else on my mind. She was special to me, always will be. Special is a huge understatement. She was the universe. She was bigger than that. She was bigger than my life. And I valued her more than I can value a diamond the size of the moon.

I kept walking. The same path. I knew when Bella would appear, but I wasn't sure if she would or not. I didn't know, didn't care. Couldn't think clearly right now; like the road: my mind was foggy, twisted and could go on forever.

These dreams were starting to scare me, actually. I still don't know the meaning of them. And I don't know why Bella is the one starring in it. I don't know why it's a road or why I'm walking. I don't know why it's foggy and why Bella disappears in the end. I don't know why Bella looked broken, bruised, scarred, cut, bleeding and abused. She looked like someone had beaten her up and tried to kill her. She looked utterly destroyed.

That was the only part that looked so vivid - so surreal. It was as if she were literally standing in front of me, with my eyes wide open and just examining her. The thought of someone hurting Bella was more than enough to make me boil in anger. I wanted to kill them. That's right - kill. I would murder the woman, man, thing that hurt my Bella.

Bella was more than just my lover, my soul mate or my other half. She was like the air that I breath. She was like the blood that coursed through my veins. She's the one keeping me alive. This is stupid, an eighteen year old thinking that a girl would be the only thing keeping him alive. But in my mind, it's real. All of it. Without her I wouldn't be here. If she wasn't alive, I would just be some lonely loser in the corner of the hallways just playing on my Nintendo or reading a Harry Potter book.

I shot back to reality - well, not technically but in my dream. I kept walking until my legs got so tired that I collapsed. I dropped to the cold cement of the paved road and lay there. I don't know why. Nothing hurt, I suppose. It's a dream, I can't really feel anything. But I felt a warm hand touch my back and I nearly jumped at the shock of pleasure ran through my body. Like an electric eel stinging me.

"Edward?" Bella's voice whispered. I knew she would arrive. I just knew it.

I didn't respond, my mind was screaming at me to respond - but I didn't. My mouth was sealed shut and my voice box was lock down.

"Edward... answer me, please?" She was begging at this moment. I couldn't even see her, just feel a warm hand that I suspected belonged to her.

I was frozen in place. Suddenly, I felt shaking from the ground beneath me and I immediately thought of a car. The car was rolling closer and closer as the roar of the engine grew louder and the vibrations began to make my frame shake. I heard the subtle screeching of the tires against the damp pavement and a loud slam of a car door as I heard the squish of every footstep that the person was taking. I heard Bella gasp as the footsteps came to a halt.

"No, please don't do this!" She started to sob uncontrollably. I heard grunting and thrashing as I felt her rebel against the hold of this mystery person.

"I said stop!" She yelled even louder. She started to scream as I felt her warm hand being seperated from my back. It left a cold, empty feeling.

I heard her protesting and shrieking. Finally, her voice was faint and I heard a loud punching sound. Like someone had smashed a watermelon with a water ballon baseball bat. It sounded wet, painful and crunching. That's all I could describe it at that moment.

I was also infuriated that my mind wouldn't send the walking message to me legs so that I could get up and see where Bella was and what the hell was happening to her. This was the whorehouse scene all over again. I felt the rage build from within and my heart beat faster and louder. But still, I couldn't move. I was destined to be paralyzed forever.

"AHH!" Bella screamed in the distance and then everything went quiet. It was dramatic, scary and heartbreaking. Her scream was blood-curdling, loud, ear-shattering and high pitched. It was incredibly terrifying.

"BELLA!" I woke up in a huge sweat.

The same thing that happened only a few hours ago. I woke up in a panic. I was sweaty, hot, scared and traumatized. The same dream but with an odd switch. It was freaky. I was so angry at myself. Even in my dreams I couldn't save her. How pathetic is that? It was like I was destined to be a failure. Like my whole life was to make me suffer while I witnessed my best friend and love of my life suffering, too.

Life isn't fair.

And like a few hours ago when I woke up from that first dream, there were nurses flying in and out of the room in a hurry. Except this time, there was someone else here. And that was Alice.

"Ali?" My voice cracked, hoarse as I called out my sister's name.

"Edward! My god, are you alright?" She breathed, her eyes wide with concern and she reached for my hands instantly.

"I'm fine..." I closed my eyes for a brief moment and re-opened them. Only to be met with curious eyes from my sister.

"Your stutter!" She exclaimed incredulously.

"Apparently it was much sooner than later." I attempted a smile.

She smiled in return but there was still concern on her pretty little face.

"What were you dreaming about?" She asked. I was caught off guard. That was the last thing I thought would come out of my sister's lips at that very moment. But as always, I replied obediently.

"How'd you know?" I furrowed my brows.

"They said you had a lot of brain activity." She shrugged, her thumb pointing at the round of nurses piling up in one corner of the room, analyzing of what looked to be a a graph of some sort.

"It's... it's nothing." I sighed, running a free hand through my hair.

"Oh come on, bro. We know by now that your dreams are about something. Plus, you can't hide things from me anymore. Not anymore, Eddie." She narrowed her eyes. Man, I hated it when she used that nick name.

"Don't call me that." I frowned, jutting my lower lip out in pout-like.

"Then tell me what your dream was about." She folded her arms. I studied my sister for a moment.

Her eyes were joyful, sad and secretive. Her body language showed that she was impatient, awaiting and hidden. Her tone told me that she was sarcastic, annoyed and shaky. I studied her for a while longer before continuing on with the explanation to the dream I so recently had just experienced.

"It was about Bella." I said in a small voice, she ducked her head to catch what I heard.

She rolled her eyes as the words processed inside her brain. "Tell me something I don't know."

"Well," I began. "It was foggy and I couldn't move and she was being abused."

That was when I noticed a drastic change in her behaviour. Her mouth parted slightly and started to shake, like she was afraid that whatever she was about to say would upset me dearly. Her tight crossed arms loosened and her body slumped a little, too. Her eyes widened and tears started to form. Before I could have said anything, she dashed out of the room and slammed the door behind her. The nurses didn't seem to notice.

I was left confused. What did Alice know that I didn't know? Was she confused, too? Or did she experience the same thing?

Whatever it was, I didn't know.

I looked at one of the familiar nurses as a thought occured to me.

"Excuse me, where's Bella?"

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