A/N: Thanks for the reviews.

I am really falling into this story like I feel into ANB. Thanks for convincing me to write it you guys. :

I was at their house, and I banged on the door. Michaela, their sister, answered the door.

"Well, hi to you too." She said as I shoved by her.

"Michael!" I screamed, as I ignored her.

He came down the stairs and I pounced. I kicked, punched, and pummeled every inch of him I could before I was pulled away.

I instantly knew it was his touch, his hold on me. I spun around and saw him.

"Richard, never lay a fucking hand on me again." I yell in his face, as he takes a step back.

"Do I need to remind you whose boss again?" He asked, a smirk on his lips.

I shivered, involuntarily, but did not lower my stance.

"Never. Touch. Me. Again." I said, in his face.

Then I turned back and went at Michael again. This time Michaela pulled me away.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" She asked.

"Your brother fucking rapped my little sister!" I yelled, and the shock on her face was enough to let me pull away, and I went at him yet again.

Soon, I was being pulled off of him by three, maybe four people. I was too blind with rage to notice it was my parents, and his sister.

I looked back at Michael to notice he was barely conscious, and bleeding. I was not satisfied. He should be six feet under for what he did. He looked up at me, and attempted to get up, but Richard kept him down.

I just glared at the two of them.

"Get out." Richard says and I snatch my arms out of my parent's grasp.

"Gladly, but this isn't over yet," I say, as I head towards the door.

When we were outside, I found it harder than ever to hold back my tears, but I did it. I held them back long enough to know that I was not breaking down. That would come later.

Then I walked past my parents.

"Elizabeth Michelle, where the hell do you think you're going? We want the fll story, and we want it now! No more secrets, no more lies!" My father yells, and I tu rn to glare.

"You want the full story? I don't think you do, because, then... You can't blame me anymore. None of this is MY fault, but you love to blame me. So, please continue to live in your delusions." I say, before turning back.

My dad grabs my arm to hold me back.

"Elizabeth, we need to talk." He says, and his voice is gentler, kinder, than it has been in years.

"About?" I ask.

"Everything," My mom pipes in.

"Okay," I say, defeated. I guess I'm not as strong as I thought I was today.

"Well, start with you, and then Lindsey." My dad said, when we walked in the house.

Time for hell to freeze over.

A/N: Okay, I like this chapter. Mainly because this is Lizzy's turning point. Her and Lindsey and Bella and Edward are about to lay it all on the line. THERE IS MAJOR TWIST COMING UP. I PROMISE it will be good though, or at least I hope it will be.

Thanks for the reviews, and sorry it took so long to update!!