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Yes, Edward is finally realizing something is not right here. But we shall all have to wait and see what he chooses to do with this knowledge.

Oh, and this chapter contains scenes of abuse, and rape. If this is too much for you, then here is the warning. this chapter will have both POVs in it.

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Chapter 7

BPOV

I left the comfort of Edwards car to face the wrath of Charlie. Today had been amazing. I had slept for a full nine hours at least. Somehow, when Edward held me, the nightmares stayed away. I felt safe. I felt protected, and something else. I can't quite place it.

Part of me is wondering though, Is it okay for me to have been happy today? Do I deserve to be happy after what I have done? I don't think I should be. As far as I am concerned, I should be in jail. I should be in jail for life for taking the life of two of the people most important to me. So everything I get, I take with my chin up, because I deserve it. I deserve all of it. Just as I deserve the wrath I am about to serve.

I walked into my house slowly, and there Charlie was, fuming, his breath stinking of whiskey. "You are late! The school called and said you didn't show up! I told you that you were going to school, even if the Doctor said not to! You directly disobeyed me." He shouted at me, but he wasn't done yet. It was then that I noticed that he had a friend sitting in the living room. I had never seen this man before. He had long greasy blonde hair pulled into a ponytail and cold grey eyes. "And who the hell was that boy you got out of the car of? Are you whoring yourself out now!"

I stood there, and tried to stay quiet, not wanting to anger him further.

"Well, answer me!" He yelled before he punched me hard in the gut, sending me to the floor gasping for breathe, my head spinning.

"No one... Just a friend from school... " I said, not wanting to give away too much information. I didn't know if Charlie would go after him if he knew who he was.

"oh, so you will just whore yourself out to no one then?" Said a amused sounding voice. It was the man sitting in the living room. "hm.. Interesting."

when he spoke, it sent a chill down my back, my blood turning cold. I was afraid of him. He scared me more than Charlie did right now, even with Charlie hitting me and screaming.

"And worst of fucking all, after every thing I have done for your ungrateful ass, theres no dinner on the table. James was looking forward to a good meal too!" Then came another hit. he kicked me in the ribs again, and I heard another one snap. I near threw up from the pain. Then charlie lifted me up by my shirt, and glared at me. "Now go make our fucking dinner. I am not done with you yet." He said, and pushed me towards the kitchen. James was smiling, with a sickenning glint in his eye. His eyes never left me, and it made me even more uncomfortable.

When I made it into the kitchen, the tears started falling. It hurt so much, and There was more to come? I didn't know if I could handle it. With more sleep, I noticed I could feel the pain much worse, the haze was lifted.

I hoped if I made one of his favorites, he would make my punishment less severe for the night, so I quickly started assembling all the ingredients to make Lasagna. After an hour and a half, it was done, and I handed a plate to Charlie, who was sitting infront of the TV, drinking his whiskey.

"What the hell is this? I told you James was eating to. You better get him a goddamned plate now!" He yelled, and I cringed. James was still watching me, and I felt another shiver run down my spine. I quickly went back to the kitchen, and put a plate together for James. I went out, and handed it to James, who never took his eyes off me. As soon as I could, I started trying to rush to the stairs, when Charlies voice stopped me.

"I don't think so. You are going to stay down here and wait for your goddamned punishment. You have it coming after all you have done today." He said in an eerily calm voice. I nodded, and dug a book out of my backpack, and went into the kitchen, and sat down after cleaning up the mess. I started reading, trying to escape into the world of heathcliff and Catherine. about a half an hour later, the book was ripped from my hands, and thrown onto the floor. However, I didn't get a chance to get mad, before I was pulled up also, and thrown into the wall, sending a picture frame with a picture of our whole family before what happened down onto my head, the glass shattering on me. Charlie swore more, and kicked me hard. "See what you did? You can't keep from destroying everything, can you?" He yelled as he kicked me again. The next thing he did scared the hell out of me. He grabed one of the shards of glass and slashed my arm open, blood bubbling up and spilling down. I cried, and stared at him in horror.

"Dad! no! please! stop! I will be good, I promise!" I begged, but to no avail, he picked me up, and stuck a piece of the glass between his knuckles, and started punching me with it, stabbing me with each punch. I screamed in pain, as the cuts bled. None of them were very deep, but they hurt and bled none the less.

"Shut the hell up! You deserve every hit I give you, and you should thank me for every night I don't kill your sorry ass!" He yelled as he hit me over and over again.

An hour later, he was finally done, and I couldn't move I was in so much pain. my wrist was broken, and I'm pretty sure my ankle was as well. Everything hurt, I was hoping right there that I could just die. However none of these injuries, though serious, would kill me. No such luck. Charlie stormed upstairs, and shut his door. I had all but forgotten James was still down here, until he rounded the corner, and looked down at me, grinning a little bit. I shivered again, and stared at him, but I was too weak to move.

"So.. You have been giving Charlie a lot of trouble, haven't you, Isabella?" He said, still smiling, leaning down so his own tequilla soaked breathe was all I could inhale.

"I.. I.. I'm sorry. I Didn't mean to.. please leave me alone..." I begged futily.

"No, I don't think so Bella. You see... how I hear it.. You deserve everything you get. But if you relax.. This may be the nicest part of your evening. I might make you feel all better.. If you cooperate." A look in his eye told her that he was lying, and that he didnt actually want her to cooperate. she felt her blood turn to ice at the thought.

"No.. please.. Dont.. please.. please.." she muttered as James took a shard of glass and sliced her shirt open, drawing some blood.

"sh sh sh... You really dont have a choice Isabella. Just sit back and enjoy it, and dont bother telling your father. he won't care." he said and grinned. Suddenly I got a course of adrenaline, and I started fighting him. he grinned looking like it suddenly had just gotten fun. I tried to get up, screaming in pain from my ankle, but tried to run. He was so much faster than me though. in seconds, he had my back slammed against the counter of the kitchen where he ripped my pants down and started attacking my womanhood through the panties. I screamed and begged, and tried to fight back, but he had me pinned, there was nothing i could do. I was helpless, no control. "See, you know you want it, Isabella." He grinned."

EPOV

As I drove home, I couldn't help but think that something was horribly wrong. No one should yell at their daughter like that, just because they came home a little late. Maybe he had just been worried, and was just yelling from the stress of it? Well, maybe I would call in a few hours to see if she was okay.

After I got home, I went straight to my room, and turned on some music, and went to do the work Alice brought home for me. I tried, but I couldn't concentrate. I just had a gut feeling that something was horribly wrong. I decided to call. When I dialed, the phone didn't even ring. It had been disconnected. I suddenly felt more worried. But there was nothing I could do about it. I decided that the best course of action was to wait till school tomorrow. she said she was going.

I finally finished my homework around 10 pm, and I decided it would be best to go to bed. It took me awhile, and a few cigarette breaks to finally fall asleep.

I woke around 4 am to the sound of my cellphone ringing. An unknown number was flashing on the caller I.D., and I picked up. My heart almost stopped when I heard the ragged breathing on the other side. "Edward...?"

"Bella...? Whats wrong? Are you okay? Where are you?" I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. I knew from the sound of her weak, broken voice, and the ragged breathing, that my fears had been justified. she wasn't okay. something had happened.

She stayed quiet on the other end for a moment, sniffling occassionally. I could hear rain, she wasn't inside. "Edward.. I.. I.. Please.. I'm sorry for calling.. I.." she sounded like she was too scared to say anything, I was just getting more worried the more I heard her. Before I knew it, I was running outside, and to my car.

"Bella, just tell me where you are, and I will be right there, and stay calm. Everything will be okay. I will be right there." I said, trying to keep my panic out of my voice so I could keep her calm.

"A Payphone... Its near the border to first beach.." She said quietly, her voice trembling. First beach? How the hell did she get there, especially in her state? That was atleast 12 miles from her house. She didn't walk all that way, did she?

"Are you sure?" I said, perplexed, but started speeding that direction, my chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing it.

"I-I'm s-s-sure..." She said, her voice was sounding fainter, and she was stuttering. damn, I wish I had thought to bring my jacket. It was freezing out here, and to get there, she must have been out here a long time.

"Alright. I will be there in a couple minutes. Can you stay on the phone? Do you have enough time left on the payphone..?" My question was answered when the phone clicked off, and I swore, not liking this. I sped up. within another 10 minutes, I made it to the area she said she was in. I was looking around, and then I saw her, my heart nearly stopped. She was sitting against a tree, curled up. There was blood, a lot of it, and she was holding her shirt together. she was soaked, and pale as a ghost. I rushed out of my car, and ran to her side. "Bella! what happenned? Who did this to you?" I asked, but she didnt respond, she just looked up at me, shaking, and crying. then I saw her ankle, her bare feet were bleeding. her ankle looked like it had been broken before she started running. it was swollen, and looked like the bone was pressing against the skin, ready to rip through if she used it any more. her wrist also looked broken. her ribs were worse, and she had cuts all over her. What shocked me the most though, was the look in her eyes, the look like she had no more hope left in the world.

I carefully pulled her into my arms, she was freezing. She would end up with hypothermia if I didnt warm her up soon, she didnt even have her hoody on. "Bella.. Do you want to go to the hospital..?" I asked quietly, stroking her hair as I held her close to my chest. She shook her head slowly, and curled up tightly. I sighed, but then I looked at her again "Then we are going to me house to see my dad. Alright?" She shook her head again, and her eyes were pleading with me. For what I didn't know.

"Bella, you need to talk to me.. what do you need...? " I saw her starting to lose consiousness, and i shook her a little. "Stay with my Bella. I promise, My dad wont hurt you. You remember him, don't you? I am going to bring you to my home now, alright? Just stay with me." I said, sounding a little frantic. I was terrified.

I got her into the car, and turned the heat on all the way, and leaned her against me in the passenger seat, so hopefully I could help warm her up a little faster. I didn't know what was wrong, and it was terrifying me. I know I had just met her, but already I couldn't imagine a world without Bella Swan in it. She was too important to be taken away from it.

I felt her go limp against me, and I swore under my breathe, putting my petal to the metal, and speeding back as fast as I could. I checked her pulse, and found it was slow, and uneven. I was scared desperate at this time, so I called Carlisle while I was driving.

"Hello...?" said an overly groggy voice over the phone.

"Dad, I'm sorry to wake you, but its emergency, I will be home in less than five minutes, I need you ready to look at someone. Its an emergency. She wont go to the hospital. Shes scared to I think." I was obviously panicking by now, and my father could tell.

"Calm down Edward. I will be ready. And calm down. If you get into an accident, it wont help either one of you out."

"Alright. Thanks. I will see you in a couple minutes." I said as I hung up, and looked at Bella again. She didn't look good, and I stroked her hair, and tried talking to her again. "Bella, stay with me.. okay..?" I said, and got no response.

True to my word, mere minutes later, I arrived back at home. I got out, and quickly went around to the other side, and picked up Bella, holding her in my arms, cradled close to my chest. I brought her inside, and to carlisle's office. I laid her down, and Carlisle rushed over.

"Do you know what happenned? Shes in bad conditiion." I shook my head slowly, defeat showing in my face. I had failed, I hadn't protected her.

"Edward, I know what you are thinking, but I don't think there was anything you could have done to prevent this." carlisle said as he got to work on Bella. For some parts, he made me leave the room, but for most of it, I didn't leave her side. finally, after an hour, Carlisle stopped, and sat down, and motioned for me to do the same.

"She will be okay, physically atleast. She cant walk on that ankle again for awhile. It looks like she was on it for several miles worth of walking or running after it had been broken. She also has more broken ribs.. lacerations all over her body. I found traces of glass in a lot of the cuts. And the worst of it.. I believe she was raped." Carlisle told me, and i felt my vision go red. Istood up, ready to kill whoever the hell would touch MY bella.

"Sit down. theres nothing you can do about it. I am going to run the rape kit to try and find out who did it so she can persecute if she wishes. For now, the only thing you can do is be there. she mostly just needs rest. You can go take her upstairs now. I have my thoughts on who did this, and I think it would be better if she stayed here, atleast for the night. I don't have the legal right to keep her here much longer but-"

I cut him off "It was Charlie, wasn't it?" I said, fuming.

"I have no proof Edward. None whatsoever. Thats what makes these cases so difficult. And add to it, he is the Cheif of Police here in forks, and was also the Cheif over in Arizona. He brought a great reputation with him when he moved here. It will not be possible to do anything about this without solid, nondeniable evidence. We need to keep our heads about us. And you going and getting yourself arrested will not help much either. It will just make our word less reliable when it does come down to it."

I stood there, listenning to this, the hopelessness of the situation washing over me. Suddenly, I heard the whimpers, and her muttering names under her breathe. "Renee... Leah... Where are you... Please no... Mom.." she whimpered louder, shaking.

I went over to her quickly, and sat her up, so she was leaning against my chest. she almost immediately calmed down.

"Dad, I'm going to stay with her tonight, to make sure shes okay." I said as I picked her up, holding her close to my chest.

"I trust you son. Take care of her, and son.. I'm proud of you. You did the right thing." Carlisle said, before he patted me on the back, and opened the door for me.

I nodded at him "Thanks dad." I said before I headed up to my room this time, and put her in my comfortable bed, and laid down beside her, holding her, hoping it would keep the nightmares away from her for the night, or rather.. the day. The clock told me it was already time that everyone would be getting ready for school.

I held her, and stroked her hair, hoping she would at least sleep well after all of this.

BPOV

I ran quickly from my house, about an hour after James had finished with me. I couldn't be here anymore. I had to get out. I ran for hours, numb, unable to feel the pain i knew I should be feeling. I was crying. I dont even remember much of anything else. I remember calling Edward. Then I remember him comming, and holding me. After that, Its a blank.

I woke up slowly, and looked around, not recognizing the room. Then I saw the time, it was about 10 in the morning. I felt warm, and safe. I looked down, and I saw why. Edward was fast asleep, holding onto me. I felt my cheeks flush. I sat up slowly, and looked around, trying to remember what happened last night. suddenly it all came back to me with amazing clarity, and I had to suppress the whimper that wanted to escape my mouth.

James. He had taken the one thing that was still pure about me. He had made me absolute filth. My father.. He had beat me harder than he usually did. yesterday turned from one of the best days ever, to the second worst day ever of my entire life. all in a matter of hours.

I tried to get up, wiggling gently out of Edwards grasp, but gasped in pain from my ankle as soon as I put weight on it. I ended up lightly falling back onto the bed. Edward must have been tired. He didn't even stir. This was my fault. He wouldn't be so tired if I hadnt called him so late last night. If I hadn't been burdening him so much the past few days.

I got up again, being more wary of my ankle, and made my way to the ensuite bathroom, hoping a little bit. I needed to be clean. I turned the shower on as hot as it would go, and stepped in, not even thinking to take off my clothes ahead of time. I let the water wash over me, burning and scalding my skin. I then reached for a washcloth and started scrubbing. I sat there scrubbing, eventually ending up curled up on the bottom of the tub, long after the water had turned ice cold. I hadn't realized it had been hours until there were a few knocks on the door. I didn't respond. I couldn't find my voice.

There was another knock, and then some swearing, then Edward said "I'm sorry Bella, but I'm coming in, I'm worried." He said. I barely registered this. It didnt matter, I was still clothed. I just sat there scrubbing my arms, legs, anything. my skin was raw, and bleeding in some areas.

When Edward came in, he checked the temperature, and quickly turned off the shower, grabbing a towel, and wrapped it around me, and pulled my hands away from myself. "Bella. Can you hear me?"

I took a moment, but then I responded, nodding a little bit. He furroughed his brough, and then he started rubbing the towel up and down my arms.

"God.. Bella.. Your freezing. your going to end up sick.. Lets get you changed into some dry clothes, okay..?" he said, trying to smile, but it didnt reach his eyes. I nodded a little bit, and stood up, holding my shirt together still.

Edward helped me back to the bed, and wrapped the towel around me, and put my face in his hands. "Bella. I'm going to get Esme to help with your clothes, alright? I will be right back." I nodded slowly, only partly understanding what he was saying. It seemed like I was surrounded in a haze. I knew they were talking to me, but none of the words seem to register easily.

Edward looked at me a moment, then left the room. He came back a couple minutes with Esme. Esme was a beautiful woman, with caramel colored waves, and a classical 50's style mom thing going for her. She was beautiful, and she reminded me of my mom, to the point where sometimes she made my heart sear in pain. But right now, I was numb, it didn't reach me.

"Bella, I'm going to help you change into some clothes. Edward will be right outside the room, alright?" I nodded slowly, still not really registering what she was saying. Esme seemed to notice this, and shot a look at Edward. He just shook his head, looking defeated. why would he look defeated?

Next moment, I was standing up, with my weight all on my good foot, and Esme had me changing into a pair of sweatpants, and a t-shirt. They smelled like Edward. They must be his. Esme then sat me back down, smoothed my hair down, and left the room. Her and Edward talked out in the hallway for a few moments before Edward came back inside, and sat beside me.

"Bella, are you alright? Do you want to tell me what happenned last night?" I looked at him a moment, and just looked down. I nodded that I was alright. But I couldn't tell him what happenned last night.

"Can you talk to me? You haven't said a word.. I'm worried." He said, taking one of my hands. his emerald eyes boring deep into my own muddy brown ones. I wonder what he saw there? Did he see how bad of a person I really was? Did he see that I deserved everything that had happenned? Or did he see nothing? Like what I am now, nothing.

Edward then sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, and closed his eyes. He seemed frustrated, why would he be frustrated?

"Bella, Did your father hurt you?" He asked me, suddenly his voice very cold.

That seemed to snap me out of it a little bit. I just looked at him, my eyes wide, opening and closing my mouth, waiting for the words to come, and wondering if I could say them even if the words would come.

Edward looked at me, and kneeled infront of me, taking both of my hands in his. "Bella, did Charlie hurt you?" He repeated.

So, yea, a relatively long chapter in comparison to the others. A lot has happened. Just remember, reviews are better than Edward doing a happy dance!