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Chapter 5
I sat up slowly, wincing when I pulled my stitches a little, and got off of the bed to retrieve my favorite book 'Cirque Du Freak' by Darren Shan. Climbing back into bed I pulled the covers back up and started reading. True, Cirque Du Freak was a very gory and violent series but I just love vampires so much! And besides, Emmett was the one who gave it to me after he found out I could read. Shadow hopped up and cuddled into my side, purring loudly.
I've lived with the Cullens for about a week now and I can tell that they know I'm hiding something from them about how I got my injuries. As far as they know, my mommy and daddy got sick a few months ago and passed away, but I didn't have anyone to stay with so I ran off on my own and ran into a few bad guys who beat me up. Again, it wasn't one of my best lies. For some reason I can't tell the Cullens any descent lies no matter how hard I try.
I looked up from my novel when I heard the door creak open and Carlisle came in. He saw me holding my book and gave me a stern look, "Edward you know that you shouldn't be getting up. You could really hurt yourself." he scolded me, crossing his arms. I smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, I was really careful." Carlisle sighed, "It doesn't matter, if you wanted your book you could have asked one of us." he said. It was my turn to sigh, "But I'm already enough of a burden Carlisle. I don't want to bother you guys just to get me a book from the shelf that's only about ten feet away from me." I protested, marking my page with my book mark as I closed my book. Carlisle gave me a soft look and came to sit on the edge of the bed, "You are not a burden, Edward. We all love having you here and we're all happy to do anything for you, even the little things such as reaching for the remote." he smiled, ruffling my hair. I blushed lightly and couldn't stop myself from flinching away from his touch. Another thing that worried the Cullens, they could never touch me without me flinching. I felt bad but I just couldn't help it. Never in my life had I been touched with such tender and care as I was with the Cullens, not even my mommy ever got the chance to hold me like Esmé did after I woke up from a nightmare. Of course if daddy had a night job and he didn't come home until after I woke up mommy would always come into my room and comfort me after a nightmare. Sometimes she just came into my room and laid with me and held me to lay with me and hold me.
Carlisle took his hand off my head and placed it in his lap instead. There was a moment of awkward silence before Carlisle looked at the cover of my book and chuckled, "I see Emmett got you involved with his little book collection. You like vampires?" he asked me curiously. I grinned and nodded, "Uh huh. Especially the ones from this book 'cause Darren Shan made the vampires less... anomalistic and more human. I don't like any of the books or movies where they describe vampires as blood thirsty monsters who can't control themselves. I don't think anyone's like that, not even the living dead. And besides, if vampires are real and they really do have a hard time controlling their thirst it's because they need blood to live right? It's kind of like humans with animals. We need the animal meat to stay healthy and strong, and the vampires need blood to do the same." I didn't even realize that I'd gone into a little 'vampire' ramble until I was done and blushed furiously, "Err... sorry." I muttered, smiling sheepishly. Carlisle chuckled, "No no its fine. I think its great that you don't see vampires as monsters just because of their way of staying alive. And you know, I've heard stories of vampires who don't like killing people and instead drink animal blood to stay alive." he said in a whisper, as if it were top secret.
I beamed, "Really?" Carlisle grinned and nodded, "Yep, they call themselves 'vegetarians' as an inside joke." "Why?" I tilted my head to the side and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion., "Well, according to the stories they call themselves vegetarians because the animal blood isn't as pleasing as human blood. Kind of like a person who only eats tofu. It keeps them alive, but it isn't as satisfying as meat." Carlisle explained. I nodded, "Okay, I think I get that. Are most vampires like that?" I couldn't help but ask. Carlisle shook his head, "Well, vampires aren't real but if they were than no, it would be very rare to find a vegetarian vampire." I smiled, "You sure know a lot about vampires." I concluded, subconsciously stroking Shadow's long fur. Carlisle chuckled, "I suppose you could say that I went through a little... phase, a few years ago." he said, pausing to look for the right word. We were silent for a minute until Carlisle finally broke it, "Would you mind reading some of your book to me?" he asked, picking up the book and handing it to me. I smiled softly and nodded. Carlisle's been interested in my amazing ability to read at my age since he first found me reading one of the Harry Potter books he kept near the bed. Settling down, I opened up to my marked page and started reading aloud, though there were a few times when there was a word I had trouble pronouncing and needed help with.
(Carlisle's POV)
I just can't get enough of this boy. He was one of the most adorable little things I'd ever seen in my life, he was smart, shy, kind, selfless, and best of all if he ever found out the Cullen family secret I don't think he would be afraid. I know it would just destroy Esmé and I if sweat little Edward were to run away from us in fear.
Now, if only he would tell us what really happened to him. Esmé and I don't buy the whole, 'got beat up by a few thugs' thing. It's a possibility I know, but Edward can never look us in the eye when ever he tells us that. Emmett burst out laughing after the first time Edward told us how he got his injuries, gasping out, "Seriously? Did he expect us to believe him with that look on his face!" between laughter. Jasper just sighed and shook his head while Esmé and myself pondered over what we'd been told.
Edward and I were still laying on his bed, me with my arm wrapped around him and him reading me his, (well, Emmett's) book aloud to me. Edward had to pause for a moment and pointed to a word on the page he was having trouble with, "What's this word here?" I looked at it and smiled, "Conscious." I told him. He repeated the word to himself and then thanked me before continuing reading. Edward's words soon started to soften and slurred together as slumber slowly claimed him and I just had to grin down at the sweat little boy. I gently took the book out of his tiny hands and marked the page, tucking it away as I tucked the covers in around Edward and ran my fingers through his messy hair. Edward curled up and muttered something incomprehensible before settling down.
I didn't want to leave Edward's side. I couldn't. He'd only been here a week and I already considered him my little boy, I didn't care what anyone else said. I know that Esmé has been dying to take in a small child that she could raise and love as her own, and the boys have always wanted a younger brother to teach their... ways, to. (in other words how to get away with things without getting caught, how to cheat at video games, how to wrestle, how to hunt, etc.) I smiled and brushed a bit of hair out of Edward's face, "Esmé love, could you please some up here for a moment?" I said softly so as not to wake the slumbering boy. My beloved was standing next to me in a mere instant, "Is something wrong honey?" was the very first thing she said, glancing at Edward with worry. I chuckled and shook my head, "No sweaty, he's perfectly fine, just sleeping." I assured Esmé, kissing her head. She breathed out in relief and nodded, "Then what is it Carlisle?" Esmé asked, pecking my lips. I smiled and pecked hers back, "How would you like another little boy in the family?" I grinned, gesturing to Edward. Esmé gapped for a moment and then leaped at me, over-joyed, "Really Carlisle? It won't be too dangerous?" I shook my head, "No, he'll be safe. We had a little 'vampire' talk earlier and I highly doubt he'll be afraid when he finds out."
Jasper and Emmett were standing right behind us, clearly trying to contain their 'whoops', "Yes! Finally, our own little bro!" Emmett cheered in a hushed whisper. Jasper looked over at Edward and his smile slowly faltered, "He's terrified. I think Edward's having a nightmare." he whispered. The four of us were immediately by Edward's side, gently shaking him awake. Edward whimpered and curled up, covering his head with his arms, "No please! D-don't hit me daddy, I'll be good!" he cried, sniffling as silent tears fell from his big green eyes. Esmé the boys and I all stared in astonishment for a moment. Dear god... is that what happened to this sweat little boy?
(Jasper's POV)
Edward peaked at us from between his little arms and slowly lowered them when he realized that he was safe. So many emotions filled the room. Anger, confusion, sadness, terror, understanding, worry...
Is that how Edward got his injuries? Edward was... abused? Ugh. 'Edward' and 'abused' did NOT belong in the same sentence, it just wasn't right. He was way too cute and kind and innocent to be smacked around, and by his own parents of all people! I could never imagine poor little fragile Edward being purposely hurt by the people he was supposed to love and who were supposed to love him back. Its sick. Its sick and dead WRONG. Never in my life had I ever wanted to kill someone so badly. Actually that was another thing. Were his parents really dead? Or was that a lie too?
Edward, realizing that he said... that... out loud gulped and scooted back while sitting up, "Um... uh..." he fumbled for an excuse but seeing the looks on our faces he knew that he couldn't lie anymore. A sob escaped his parted lips and Edward just broke down. Carlisle was the first to pull the small boy to him and scoop him up in his arms, standing only to sit on the edge of the bed and settle little Edward on his lap.
The newest member of our family finally broke down and told us his story.
