Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisianna, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Clyde POV
October 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
Ploughing through the empty, wet streets of Madison, Wisconsin, my heart was pounding in my throat, my palms sweaty and my mind whirring at nearly treble its usual speed. Throwing my car into the spare spot and switching it onto park, I threw myself out of the driver's seat, and sprinted up to the front door, banging my fists against it with vigour, probably waking up the entire neighbourhood, although I didn't really pay them any mind.
"Where is she?!" I commanded, as I practically slammed open the entrance to the illustrious Cullen mansion, shuffling past a concerned Carlisle, and forcing my way into his living room, finding my sister lying down, with her eyes closed, breathing softly, and all of my worst fears suddenly flew to the forefront of my mind. Forgetting all of my manners, I scooped her into my arms, feeling the intense anger and aching need for bloodshed that I had not a year and a half ago resurface. I buried my face in her neck, and I heard her groan, exasperated, "Clyyyyde, I was sleepin'!"
Her pretty slate gray eyes were glassy, and I knew she had only just drifted off to sleep. Her peaceful expression was the only thing keeping me from tearing through the town in search for the son's of bitches who touched my baby sister. If I ever saw them, I would be goin' to jail for murder one, and I wouldn't give a fuck. She was the most important person to me, and the thought of her relapsing into the state she was in almost a year and a half ago made me sick to my stomach.
Forcing out a stiff chuckle, I replied, "Sorry, cher, but you ain't gettin' no sleep tonight, you got's to stay up. Doctor's orders."
She groaned again, and tucked her face in my shoulder, while I tugged her into my arms, hugging her tightly to me, breathing in her scent and turned to Carlisle, not being able to fully articulate how thankful I was for him simply taking care of her.
I shushed her, a little, and lay her back down, and ordered, "Rest up, cher, Imma just go talk to the Doc for a sec, and I'll be back," and when she stared at me, fright written in her eyes, I soothed, "I promise, baby girl."
She turned on her side, her form shaking a little, and I retreated to the first study room, closing the door, softly, behind me, and turned to face him.
"Explain."
"Jasper brought her back from the mall. She had been attacked, and they had almost.. Either way, she was brought here, and I catered to her wounds. She suffered a minor concussion and some scraping to her face and swelling on the back of her head, but they didn't get to take it that far."
Breathing out a soft pant of air, I breathed, "Thank God," then after running a hand through my hair, I demanded, "How many of them?"
"Jasper says four."
Raising an eyebrow, I enquired, "And where is Jasper? I wanna talk to him."
Carlisle shrugged, "He left for a little after bringing her back. He didn't want to cause a conflict of opinion."
There was something off with his tone, but I was too focused on my baby sister's health to give a fuck.
"Is she gonna be alright?"
This was all I really cared about; her health and safety.
He nodded, professionally, "Yes, they didn't touch her, sexually, however, if you don't mind my asking, I wonder if something like this has happened before?"
Tensing at his question, my eyes hardened immediately at the thought of her scumbag ex-boyfriend, and my fists clenched of their own accord. I bit out, "What makes you ask that?"
It was neither a confirmation nor a denial.
He answered, "She didn't want your father to know. That seemed a little off to me, I just didn't want to question her on it."
Nodding, thankfully, I answered, "This stays between us, right?"
He acquiesced, doctor-client confidentiality reigning supreme, I continued, "Two years ago, she was.." I paused, almost unable to speak the damned word, "Raped by her boyfriend, at the time."
A flourishing protectiveness swelled in my chest, and I saw the darkening fury in Carlisle's eyes at my words. He asked, after taking a moment to compose himself, "What happened?"
"She was 15.. He was an 18 year old stoner who couldn't take no as an answer, the worthless piece of shit," then realising the language I was using was bordering on vulgar, I apologised, "Sorry, it just gets me riled up."
He nodded, understandingly, "Don't worry about it. Do you mind carrying on, or is it too personal?"
Sometimes I forgot that this man was a doctor, simply because of how calm and collected he was, all of the time. I didn't know why, but I felt strangely comfortable around him - like he invoked confidence within me, and I just felt obligated to trust him and his decisions. It was an uncomfortable feeling, simply because I wasn't used to being around someone to charismatic. He sucked you in, and forced you to pay attention to his words without really demanding it.
I shook my head, slightly, "I'm fine - I just get angry when I think about it. I wasn't there for her when I needed to be, and it kills me to know she was alone when she needed me the most."
He placed a hand on my shoulder, comfortingly, and I gave him a sad smile in return. I continued, "She called me to pick her up from his apartment, and I told her I was busy. I was out with some friends, and blew her off. She couldn't leave, even if she wanted to. She was young, and didn't know what to do. He was crazy over her, he said loved her with everything in him, or at least as much as a scumbag like him could love another individual. He even got her name tatted on his neck, for Christ's sake. That should have sent warning bells ringin' in my head, but I didn't listen, an' she paid for it. My baby sister.. She called me, hours after it happened, an' told me he'd fallen asleep and she was out walkin' alone. I picked her up, and when I reached over to hug her, she screamed and started cryin'. I didn't know what was wrong, so I asked her, and she jus' couldn't stop talkin' once she started."
I paused then, biting my lip in pure rage, "I havent drove so quickly in my entire life. I dropped her home, and told her to go to bed. She begged me not to, but what kind of a brother would I be if I didn't do somethin'?," I searched his eyes for an answer, and he gave it me, unwillingly, of course.
He would have done the same.
Shaking my head, slightly, I murmured, "I didn't kill him. I wouldn't have done that to her - she would've been alone. What I did do, though, was kick his ass from here to next Sunday, and told him if I ever saw him again, I'd be the last face he ever saw."
Carlisle smirked then, and I finished, "He moved away the next day."
He leaned back onto the wooden desk behind him, and commented, "You did what any brother would have."
This surprised me, simply because I expected him to admonish or scold me, like any other adult would have - not that anyone else knows. She made me promise to never tell our Pops; it would have killed him, especially considering at the time, he had only just finalised the divorce between him, and my ma.
"I hope so," I said, after a while, "I only wish I could have gotten my head outta my ass, and actually done somethin' when I could have. None of this would have happened had I not been an asshole and ignored her calls."
Carlisle took a moment before agreeing, surprisingly, "Probably," making my eyes widen in shock, before adding, soothingly, "But you did what you could when you did. And I don't see an angry, bitter girl out there - she isn't letting this get to her, she's trying to stay strong, so I suggest you do what you do best, and be there for her. She needs you."
And I agreed, wholeheartedly.
-0-
An hour later, I was seated in the leather sofa, waiting for Cammy to finish in the shower, so I could take her home, and get her into bed, where she would probably suffer from nightmares.
Doc had told us that she was okay - the swelling had gone down in the last few hours, and as I glanced at the clock, I found it to be nearly quarter to 9 in the evening. Out dad would be home by 10, so we should really hustle, but I didn't wanna rush her. She had been through enough stress already. Alice, Rosalie and Esme had come home from their out-of-town shopping spree twenty minutes ago, and were shocked to find us, or more specifically me, sitting down, watching TV.
Emmett walked in, holding his girl's shopping bags, to which I simply laughed at, however I was made to eat my words when the gentlemen inside of me emerged, and I ended up takin' Esme and Alice's bags into the house.
"Not nice, is it," Emmett asked, from the kitchen, as I, effortlessly, carried in the pretty light bags from Esme's silver Mercedes outside.
Where do they get the fuckin' money for all this shit?, I thought, confusion written all over my face, as I hauled ass to get all of their bags in before the rain could defile them any more.
Rose glanced at me, regarding me coolly, and I wondered if I was going to have to have another talk with her, however she simply sniffed, and curled into Emmett's arms, paying me no mind.
Almost 10 minutes later, I heard light, weary footsteps trail down the staircase, and I glanced up from my spot, wrapped up with Alice, and turned to see my sister, fresh-faced and looking significantly less gaunt and frustrated.
Her eyes still held a glassy undertone, and I could tell that when we got home, Hell was going to freeze over and she would break down, once more. Her hair was damp from the shower, but thrown, carelessly, over her shoulder, and I hoped she wouldn't cut it again, out of resentment, like before. I would probably have to sleep with her tonight, just to fight away her nightmares, and I had no problem with that. She needed me, and I was going to be there for her. No matter what.
Kissing Alice's hairline, I felt my heart lurch in my chest at her confused, hurt expression, but I would have to put her needs aside tonight - it was all about Cammy. She needed me more than Alice did right now.
I whispered, careful as to not disturb anyone else, "I've gotta go, Ali, I'll be seein' you later, though, sweetheart."
She smiled, sadly, at me, before exhaling away her bad thoughts, and nodding at me, understandingly. Lord, she was a beauty. Unorthodox, short cropped pixie locks framed her perfectly elfin face, a small nose, gorgeous golden eyes and thin, pink, kissable lips.
Jesus, I needed to stop before I gave myself a heart attack. She walked me to the door, Cammy still silent as ever, and waved at us, as we pulled out away from their property.
The atmosphere in the car was frosty at best. Her control was wearing thinner and thinner by the seconds, and I hoped I got home before she broke down. Her hands were shaking, her brow quivering and her eyes wide and frightened. Thankfully, we pulled up to the house, and, learning from past mistakes, I indicated, rather than outright touching her, that we should go into the house.
She trailed behind me, noiselessly, all the way to my bedroom, where I pushed open the door, and ushered her inside, flicking on the light and kicking off my sneakers. She glanced at me, fear bright in her eyes, and I nodded, "It's okay, Cher, I'm here."
It was then that all of her emotions became too much, and the screaming started. She threw herself into my arms, her screams being drowned in the material of my shirt, and I pulled her onto the bed, curling my arms around her shoulders, as her small fingers clenched my tee, tightly, as if I were the only thing tethering her to this world right now.
"Sshh, it's okay," I soothed, "You're okay."
I did this over and over, my hands circling comforting circles into her back, as she broke down. Her tears soaked my shirt and pillow, darkening both fabrics, and smothering her cries by biting onto her tiny fists.
"No, don't, let it out," I admonished, lightly, "You need this. I'm here, Cam, don't worry about the noise."
She blinked at me, and stammered, her cries shuddering her very breath, "I-I d-don't know w-what I-I'd do w-without y-you, C-Cly."
Smiling to myself, I tucked her face back into my shoulder, kissing her hairline, like I used to when we were kids, and sighed, "It's okay."
Thankfully, the stress from the entire debacle proved too much for her, and she drifted off into a restless, uncomfortable slumber, and instead of sleeping myself, I stayed awake as long as I could, making sure she was okay, before eventually tumbling off to snooze myself, just as my alarm clock flickered to 4:00am.
Just to clear a few things up.
Their parents divorced eighteen months ago. She ended with Paul just over eighteen months ago. She first for with him two years ago - and they were together for six months! Just in case people didn't understand! Thanks! R&R please! I love you guys!
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