Title: Twisted Twilight

Author: Midnight

BETA: Moonlite

Synopses: A different version of Twilight. What if Renee never married Phil, but John Reed, a local cop. John is actually an alcoholic, and is abusive to Bella and Renee. It's after a brutal attack, that Bella decides to go to Forks to live with her Father. As Bella's life experiences have changed, so has our beloved story. See how!

Rating: T

Chapter: Eighteen

Chapter Title: Into The Fire

Warning: Includes mention of violence, and rape. Serious violence is explained in this chapter. The area will be marked by — and ended with ----.

Author's Note: first id like 2 apologize for the lull; its been a positively detrimental three weeks, and no- I don't want to talk about it. Im hoping that things will calm down in the next little bit, but I cant be sure. Right now ive caught some damn flu that's got me stuck in bed, so im pretty useless. I wrote this awhile ago but I never finished it. However, I am posting this UNEDITED AND IMCOMPLETE chapter, because I believe I owe you all something. I don't know if I'll even keep it like this, but at least its something. Please review, and let me know what you think of it anyways, because I can still change it. Anyways, hope your all having a fun winter.

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I could feel the thrusters as the plane began to land. Edward and I had both been completely silent for the whole flight. I don't even really know if the flight attendant had come by, as I was just off in my own little world for so long. We bounced on the air strip three times, and then came to a smooth roll.
"Are you ready?" Edward asked, his voice sounded breathless. The plane connected to the tunnel, and people began to stand as the flight attendant's voice came over the PA.

"Yes." I stood up, and walked into the aisle. Edward was right on my heels. I glanced to make sure he had the sweater and sun glasses on, straightened out my shoulders, and marched down the length of the plane.
Everything seemed like a blur. I was careful to only let myself think about practical and immediate things. As we walked into the terminal, Edward placed a hand on my shoulder. I paused and look at him questioningly.

"Are you sure you're alright- you seem a little off."

"Whether or not I'm alright doesn't really matter right now. What matters is that I get to the hospital and see my mother." I explained in a neutral tone. Edward's honey eyes seemed to pierce into mine, as he was clearly trying to read my mind once again. A chill ran down my spine from the intensity. For that split second, it was like no one else was around. I would have looked away, but I was unable to.
Suddenly he looked away, and removed his hand. "Where's the car rental place?" He asked me, bluntly.

"It's on the second underground level. Follow me." We took a nearby escalator down, and then another one. Edward followed silently, even though my speed was clearly upsetting him. Thousands of people push through and around us, like millions of little blobs. Each one just another blur to me, yet each one just as complex as me- with memories, jobs, classes, family, friends, and what have you. But as much as they seemed similar to me, it was now that I realized how different I was from every one of them.
Perhaps I've always just different. Perhaps I was born for more than this. For some reasons, since I'd met Edward, I'd felt like I was supposed to be part of his world. No wonder I worried him; I was unable to get along with my own kind. There was something clearly unnatural about me.

I tripped on the escalator downward, but Edward caught me with ease. "Careful," he warned, lightly.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled. The blood was pounding through my head, and thousands of muddled thoughts where brewing under the chaos. I attempted to walk with confidence, even though my mind was screaming in fear. It's one thing to walk into a trap, it's another to know you're walking into a trap, and do it anyways.

Edward pulled his phone from his pocket on the first ring. He pulled on my arm, and led me over to the side of the hallway. "Alice?" His expression changed from confusion, to surprise. "Right, don't worry about it. I'll look after it."

"There's the car place," I said, pointing over to double doors which lead into a small office.

"Uh- right- the car. Let's go," he said, and took my hand. Electric currents seemed to ring through my whole body, burning yet comforting. A powerful blush wanted to creep up my cheeks, so I looked away before it could. Edward held the door open for me, and we made our way into the small office.

"Welcome to PA Rentals," the man behind the desk greeted, warmly. He was middle aged, with brown hair, brown eyes, and a warm tanned skin tone. He smiled kindly at us as we approached.

"Thank you," Edward said. "We have a car waiting by; the last name is Hudson."

"Of course, one moment please," he said, and began to flip through the papers on the desk. Suddenly the color from his face drained a little bit, and he looked up at us in shock. I would assume that our age caused the double take. "I'm afraid I'll need to photocopy your driver's licenses- standard procedure."

"Of course," Edward pulled one from his wallet, and I caught the name as it flashed by; Hudson, Riker. I reached into my own wallet, and went to hand it over. Edward caught my wrist, before the man noticed, and glanced down. He attempted to hide the surprised expression on his face, and let go.

"And here's mine- just encase I drive." I smiled warmly, and handed it to him.

"Of course, Ms-" he looked down at the Arizona license, "Alexander."

"Thank you, sir."
He disappeared into a back room, and closed the door.

"Where the hell did you get a fake ID?" Edward asked, bluntly.

"I've got connections." I muttered, and looked away. "Besides, I could ask you the same thing."

"Fake's get necessary after awhile; people get suspicious when you don't age." He whispered his tone somewhat sad. "How do you know you've got a good fake? What if he swipes it and finds out you're not Jessie Alexander?"

"The guy was a professional, trust me." I whispered, harshly, "I'm not as inexperienced in the world as people from Forks, Edward- I thought you were starting to get that."

"Why did you need a fake?" he asked me. His tone sounded hurt, like I'd personally offended him by not telling him.

"Later," I promised, seeing the handle shake.

"Are you really Edward Cullen?" I asked, softly. It suddenly hit me that he may not be, and I'd have no way of nothing. All of his ID's would be fakes, of course, good ones, but still fakes. I didn't know how I'd feel if he wasn't; deceived? Hurt? Or, would I be completely fine with it?

"Yes," he muttered back. I opened my mouth to say something, but the door opened, and the man returned with a few papers and a set of car keys.

"Alright, everything is in order here. I just need a couple signatures, and your credit card." Edward pulled out his wallet again, and handed him a black card with the name Riker S Hudson on it.

We both singed several things, then where lead out into the parking lot. I had to stop myself from drooling when we were introduced to the 911 turbo, Porsche, part of the 997 series. The car was yellow, sparkling clean, with clearly illegal tint. "Now ma'am, this isn't your average standard car-"

"All wheel drive for better handling, reaches top speeds of 193 mp/h(310 km/h), makes 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds- mind you, that's just what Porsche will admit to; any true car lover knows that they tend to down play their cars capabilities'. It has a 3.6L twin-turbo engine, and carries a clutch based system for control of torque to the front wheels, regardless of wheel slip; which also helps the control of over and under steering. I could go on, but I think I've proved my point," I finished coolly.

The man said nothing, but handed Edward the car keys. I sat myself down in the passenger's seat, chuckling to myself. Edward shock the man's hand one last time, and joined me in the car. "I'm impressed," he admitted, and kicked the car to life. It purred beautifully, causing a smile to form on my face.

"I like cars." Edward chuckled, and pulled out of the building, "We want the 24th street/ downtown exit. Then turn right onto Sky Harbor Blvd, and go straight on I- 10W. Then we take the 7th street north exit ramp, and turn right onto Thomas Road. St. Joe's will be on our right."

"Got it." Something told me I wasn't going to have to repeat myself- Edward had a memory like steal trap. It was beautiful out- warm, sunny, and zero dampness in the air. The tinted windows didn't allow any sunlight through, allowing Edward to be perfectly perfected from the sun- whatever the problem with it was.
When we pulled into the parking garage, another wave of nausea coated my stomach, but I forced it down. I was doing everything within my power not to think; thinking would lead to bad place, and I wasn't ready for it.
We parked on the second highest level, in the center. Edward and I made eye contact for the briefest second, but I looked away. This eyes where a darkening golden-honey color, and held way too much power over me- right now I needed my wits about me. With a final deep breath, we each pulled ourselves from the car, and marched over to the elevators. Edward hit the 1 and we began going downing towards the ground. Thankfully the first level was connected to the building, so we could just walk right into the hospital.

Doctors and nurses walked around conversing with one another, janitors cleaned up dropped garbage, and dusted plans, while secretaries answered ringing phones. The place smelt like a mixture of sanitizer, and that strange 'hospital' scent that no matter what you do, you can't get rid of- or explain.
In a daze I walked towards the first desk I saw, Edward one step behind me. I took a final deep breath, and stepped up to the counter.

"Hello, how can I help you?" the young woman asked from behind the counter. She was wearing pink scrubs with Dora the explorer on them, making me wonder if we were near the NICU.

"Hi, I'm here to see my mother- Renee Reed," I explained slowly. My voice was surprisingly stable, giving me a little extra courage. "I'm her medical proxy, Isabella Swan."

"Give me a minute to look her up," the woman began typing into the computer, and clicking wildly with her mouse. I shifted uncomfortably, but Edward placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I inhaled deeply, and stopped moving, so he dropped his hand. "Right, here we are. Renee Reed, seventh floor, room 7-234."

"Thank you for your help," I muttered, and walked away. The elevators' seemed terribly small as we pushed in with five other people. Somehow Edward seemed to have tons of room, as people just seemed too naturally keep away from him. I made a mental note to take the stairs down- he must have been terribly uncomfortable.

Once we walked out, I shaking a little. We were in ICU. That son-of-a-bitch put my mother in the ICU. I shock harder as rage flared up into my mind again. I attempted to swallow it, but it didn't seem to work. Edward placed his hand on my shoulder once again, and pushed me forward. Somehow he magically knew where room 234 was, and stopped outside the door.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" He asked, concerned. "We can sit on here for a bit- maybe wait for the doctor to come by and brief you, so you know what you're walking into?" Edward's eyes flickered to the room; could he hear her thoughts, or where they silent to? If they were silent, was that because she was like me, or because she was so far gone? My stomach flipped, and I fought to ignore it.

"No, no- I need to see her. I need to do this." I walked through the open door, and looked around. It was a semi-private room, but the other bed was empty. The walls where a soft purple, and the room was dead silent except the stubble sound of the heart monitor. My mother was lying perfectly still, with bandages everywhere. A mask covered her mouth- she had been intebated. IV's strung all around went into both wrists. I walked towards her slowly to look at her face- swollen, purple, the nose bandaged as it had clearly been broken, and a gash along the top of her forehead. I jumped slightly at a scratching noise, and turned around- it was only Edward removing the chart form the foot of her bed.

"Well?" I asked, weakly.

"It's not good- but it could be worse. She might need surgery, I think- looks like her one Kidney is messed up-"

"How messed up?"

"It's in rough shape, by the looks of this- she might need a transplant." My knees gave out, and I collapsed the floor. Edward was next to me in seconds, and he pulled me close. I wasn't crying, and I was barely even shaking- my whole body was going rigid. I was so angry; I didn't know what to do with myself. I wanted John dead, so very, very badly. I wanted to strangle him, punch him, shoot him- I wanted to make him hurt for everything he did to her. Yet nothing I could do would ever make up for this.

"Bella, it's not worth it," Edward whispered into my ear.

"Thought you couldn't read my mind?" I asked, my voice was ice cold- like I was a different person. I felt like I was at a cross roads in my life, changing beyond repair. Something inside of me was breaking- or hardening- I couldn't tell.

"Look on your face is plain as day," he explained, bluntly. "Killing him won't solve anything. Besides, the personal psychological effects are devastating. It's not worth being a monster to kill a monster."

"It doesn't matter anymore, Edward. If you're right, and she needs a transplant, she's going to die."

"What are you talking about?" Edward leaned away from me, and looked confused. "Transplants are done every day, successfully, and with you here-"

"My mother was born with her kidneys all messed up, and she'd been having surgery's her whole life. I don't really know the full extent of the damage, but they'd never give a transplant to someone who's had endless medical problems, particularly a kidney transplant to someone with kidney problems! And I'm not compatible- we've been checked before because they thought she'd need one- I've got too much Charlie in me," I said the last part with less bitterness then I ever had before in my life. Somehow 'too much Charlie in me' had been the ban of my existence for years; it had been the reason for my dull brown eyes, for my pale skin, and un-coordination, but after living with him for a while, I knew it also gave me my strength, my intelligence, and quite a few of my personality traits. I didn't want to think of it as a negative anymore, yet it was staring me in the face.

"Don't worry," Edward pulled me closer again, "we don't know for sure if she will. We'll have to wait and see what the doctor says. Let's just sit and wait. Besides, lots of people live with one kidney," I nodded, and Edward helped me to my feet. We both knew he past comment was pointless; she'd die if she lost one because of how bad they where messed up. I sat on the edge of her bed, and he leaned against a far wall. Neither of us spoke, and there was only the sound soft sound of the heart monitor echoing around the room. I could barely recognize her through the swelling and bruising.
I hated John with more force than I had in my entire life. All I wanted was to see him dead- to see him suffer like he'd made us. My rage towards my mother now faltered, as I watched her weak body grasping for life, each breath seemed ragged, despite the machine helping her. She was clearly fighting for more than the physical life- her mind must have been racing- was she determined that he didn't mean to hurt her? Was she opening her eyes past the lies? When she woke up would she be happy to see me, or terrified? Would see tell me to leave, or bag me to stay?
I rubbed her hand softly; it was one of the few visible places on her body that was not terrible wounded. There were absolutely no defensive wounds. Had she not even bothered to defend herself? Was she hoping to die? What had I left her to? How could I have so selfishly left my hair-brained mother alone with that monster? Well, I'd never make that mistake again. Renee Reed was coming back to Forks with me, wither she liked it or not. Assuming, of course, she was going to survive this.

Different plans ran through me head; would I tell Charlie, or surprise him? Would he want her back- did he still love her? Would it only pain him to her? Would he blame himself? Would he be angry with her?

Then, like a cold brick to the face, my stomach turned, and my throat burned with the cruel realization that I hadn't taken the time to ask the most important question- where the hell was John?
Edward seemed to catch my sudden shift- perhaps my heart rate had increased? Whatever the reason, he tired of not being able to read me, or see my face. "Bella, what are you thinking?"

"I shouldn't have left her, Edward. It should be me in that bed, not her- I'm young, healthy- I would bounce back from something like this. I would have fought back, I-"

"-would have been dead." Edward's voice strained as the words escaped. "Bella, she's unconscious, but she's still thinking. I can see everything; she's flashing through memories of the last few months. And the only last memory she has of you is coming up at lot- and believe me, you wouldn't have made it in the state you where in."

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you realize how much healthier you are now? You actually fit in your clothing, as opposed to swim in them, like when you first came. You're face is no longer shallow, and brittle looking. Every time that image comes up in your mothers mind, I'm reminded of that day in the hospital. Trust me; you wouldn't have made it- I don't think you had the will to live at that point. You've changed a lot since you've come to Forks- you seemed… happier." Edward explained, slowly, as he fought for the right words.

"I was," I agreed, softly. "I was happier. But, once again, John has ruined everything. He just knew right where to poke."

"Men like him normally do," Edward agreed, "but that doesn't mean that you give up and blame everything on yourself. Look, no matter how hard you think you can, or how hard you try, you cannot control how other people are going to react, or what they're going to do. If you where there or not, John would have done this."

"But if I-"

"No buts," he cut me off, "there was nothing you could have done- this was out of your control. The only thing you being there would have done was gotten you a bed next to her."