"Stop," Carlisle whispers; it's a broken sound. The pain radiates through his whole body; it's in his expression, his voice, his face and the way he holds himself. It's consuming him. "Please son, stop saying that you're sorry. You didn't ask for this; you didn't make this happen. He did it to you. But he won't anymore; that last time was the last that he will ever lay a hand on you. I swear it," he says and his words pierce through Edward's very soul, like a ball of fire.
Edward smiles a small, sad smile. "You can't stop him.
Carlisle's expression changes to one of determination. "Yes, I can and I will."
Yeah.
Short, but effective.
You know, I did the stupidest thing with this chapter. I wrote it then didn't save it so i had to rewrite it. At least I have a good memory and could get it down word for word again. :D
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