***I do not own anything, it all belongs to Stephanie Meyers (only any new Characters are my own) ***

(RPOV)

I couldn't phantom what was going on in Bella's head but in all the time that Edward spent with her neither could he. Yet here she lay in front of me all battered and beat up. The monster that I had been so keen on keeping at bay kept coming into my mind. It just begged for me to give in just for one little taste. How was I to be the one to keep her safe-I was arguing with myself and not going a very good job at that? Bella would have fared better if it was Alice or Emmett who had come back to keep her safe. No I was going to be the strong vampire friend she needed until Edward came to check on her. I was relived to finally come to my senses on the whole issue.

I cleaned all of her cuts, sterilized all of the instruments I needed to give her six stitches above her right eye, four stitches on her right hand and eight stitches on her right leg. She also needed a brace on her right ankle because it was sprained. I was sure that she would make a quick recovery but pondered on calling Carlisle just to be on the safe said. As I dialed his number I was sure that it would be Alice to answer, but was surprised that it was Edward who answered the phone instead.

"Hello, Cullen residence" came his painful voice. He was allowing himself to be eaten alive by his sorrow.

"I was wondering if Carlisle was home" I asked trying to change my voice. I was hoping that it would work but to no luck.

"Rosalie, is that you. Do you know that Alice called be home to tell me you ran off? What is so important that you would do that to her? Answer me" he was practically yelling into the phone. How could he lecture me when he did the same thing right after I did? Who does he think he is calling the kettle black?

"Edward, I don't have to answer to you or anyone else. If you allowed yourself to come home than it was out of regret not because of me. I must speak to Carlisle at once I have a medical issue and need his help" I said coldly to him. I could hear his faint whisper 'Carlisle'. Then I heard quick movement of feet coming down stairs.

"Rosalie" came Carlisle overprotected voice. I truly missed it. He was the father that I hand longed for growing up not the one that I had, who was only interested in power.

I quickly explained all of the injuries that Bella had received and told him about the possibility that this young girl was raped and how I should go about helping her in that situation. He was thankful that I happened upon her instead of someone else whop wouldn't care what went on with the person. He was glad that I was looking out for the girl and hoped that I would come home where I belonged. I promised him I would call another time to talk, but was reminded that this call wasn't a social call. I calmly said thank you and hung up the phone before he could pass off the phone to someone else.

I went back to the living room to watch over Bella as she slept.

(EPOV)

The phone rang; I was the only one closest to it so I answered it. Who would have thought it was my stupid vampire sister who is MIA. I was so not in the mood for her; I mean Alice called me worried that something bad had happened to her because she couldn't see her. I went into overdrive modem and starting my interrogation. She had guts telling me or should I say putting me into place. I just hate to hear all the worries coming out of my families head for me and for Rosalie. She insisted on speaking with Carlisle and not wanting to drive her away, gave in and dejectedly whispered his name knowing he'd hear me.

I could hear the hushed whispers coming from his lips. He was worried about the injured girl that I guess Rosalie happened upon and wanted to make sure she was fine, just to give her a quick check, but Rosalie insisted that she knew how to take care of her. She only wanted to make sure her theories were correct, that she didn't misjudge anything. I started to tune them out when I heard the real concern, the girl had been raped and Rosalie wanted to know how to help her with that situation. I couldn't take their conversation anymore I moved toward my window and jumped out into the open forest. I needed to get out of here and the sooner the better.

(CPOV)

I heard the phone ring but was in deep thought, so I let another member answer it. I wouldn't have thought Edward would be the one to answer it. I decided to quit what I was doing and listen in on the conversation. He was yelling at the person on the phone, who turned out to be Rosalie. I thought it was a good thing Alice, Emmett and Esme were all out hunting or they would tear into him for lashing out at Rosalie. Jasper sensing my concern opened his door and followed me down the stairs as I went to get the phone after Edward whispered my name.

My child was okay, was all I could think of. She was actually helping someone out, which struck me as odd. Only because it's Rosalie we're talking about. She went on to explain the young girls' situation and ask me questions about how she took care of the injuries. I was quite proud of her. I insisted on checking the girl myself, but was told by Rosalie that she was doing just fine. She also gave me the real reason why she helped the young girl had been attacked and even raped. This was what ended Rosalie's life, so I could see why she wanted to help her. Before I could begin to socialize with her she hung up.

(BPOV)

I felt a little movement and could feel myself gliding through the air. It reminded me of my time he had done this with me. I decided to ponder more on the pain that was coming from the right side of my body. I was trying to remember what had happened to me. I could vaguely remember going to Port Angels with Jessica and Angela. We had gone into a clothing store, I began to daydream, trip over my bag and hit my head. I went to look at the stores. I went to catch up with the girls and they were just getting into their car and driving off. They left me.

That's when things went downhill for me. I began searching for a phone booth because I left my cell in Jessica's car when we got out. As I came around the corner of one block I could see some men coming up to me. I had already gotten lost and didn't know where I was, so I began to run. I must have really hit my head me running wasn't a very good idea. I slipped and hit my head on the pavement; I got back up and continued running. All the while praying that this was some kind of nightmare and I would wake up from it.

It wasn't too long after that slip that the two men overtook me; I felt the kicks, punches and even the ripping of my jeans and shirt. The only prayer that was left in me now was that I wouldn't die.

I couldn't let Charlie be left alone because of a stupid teenage mistake. I could feel the pressure as the first guy broke my barrier; he lingered inside of me longer than was necessary. It was the second guys turn because I could feel more pressure on my legs but before he could enter me he was jerked off of me. I tried to move out of the way incase this third person was a man and he just wanted me to himself, but I couldn't my body was broken and the pain was unbearable. Seconds turned into minutes until I heard a voice that I thought I would never hear. I pushed with all my might just to get a glimpse of her. No it wasn't her, she hated me or did she.

I felt the cool wind on my face as she gently picked me up and placed me in her car. She then wrapped me in a blanket and I could feel the car moving. It was probably going 100 plus miles, but right now that didn't matter. What mattered was did he know? Was he mad at me? Could he forgive me? I kept repeating 'I'm sorry' over and over. This was my entire fault and that's what he would say to. I know he would. Yet a small part of me hoped he would be forgiving and understanding. More importantly why was Rosalie here and not him. What in the world was going on? I couldn't last any longer I succumbed to the pain and went to my happy place because if I was going to die I wanted to be happy. The next thing I saw was blackness, total emptiness to over me and I was relived that the end was at hand.