Chapter 19 (I know I wrote chapter 19 in the last chapter but I can't edit chapters after I post them on my phone DX)
(WARNING: THERE WILL BE RAPE IN THIS CHAPTER AND VERY NON CHILD APPROPRIATE LANGUAGE)
(Edward's POV)
They were back. It was raining. I was numb, barely noticing when Edward SR. grabbed my hood and dragged me inside. I had thrown up the apples but hidden a few where I could reach them from inside. Some gaps in the boards on the windows were wide enough for me to slip my arm through.
I knew I was in trouble though, despite their silence. James was clenching and unclenching his fists. Victoria was scowling. Laurent looked grim. Edward SR. had yet to release my hood. And I was still weak from throwing up. Maybe they were in a somewhat cheerier mood after their hunt? Doubtful but, meh, what's life without dreams?
"You little bitch." Edward SR. sneered.
I sighed and glared, "Go fuck yourself."
SMACK.
My back tooth popped right out of my gums and flew across the room, bouncing off the wall. I panted in pain, already feeling my cheek starting to swell. Edward sneered, "Don't you talk to your father like that! Ungrateful shit head!" "You're not my father!" I shouted. Crack! There goes my jaw.
He looked at his colleagues, "Leave." he snarled vehemently. James scowled but followed Laurent and Victoria out of the cabin, leaving us alone. Fun. Edward turned back to me, "I always knew you'd turn out to be a little faggott. Always crying and asking for mommy." he growled. My eyes narrowed. I always hated it when he talked about mom. He wasn't worthy enough to even remember her let alone speak of her! I spat out a mouthful of blood and glared up at him, "I'm still a better man than you. I didn't need to become a vampire to get revenge on a fucking kid." I sneered, ignoring the pain in my jaw. Edward kicked me in the stomach with controlled strength so he wouldn't pop any organs or put a hole through me. I doubled over.
"You think you're a man? I'll prove to you that you're nothing more than a little slut." he growled and grabbed my jeans, ripping them in half. My eyes widened and I scrambled to get away, so desperate that I was also using my broken legs. I felt myself get tugged back briefly as my shirt was ripped away next. No. Fucking no! It was bad enough I'd had my first kiss stolen from me. I wasn't going to let this get taken from me too!
I shivered violently as he pressed his cold body down on my half naked one. All he had to do was pull down my boxers and roll me over. I wouldn't be able to stop him and he knew it. He knew it and fucking loved it.
"No! S-stop please, I-I'll be good, I promise!" I pleaded, ashamed of myself as I did so.
He laughed, "See? You are a little bitch! You talk big but you never do anything to defend yourself and you never fucking will! Now shut up and take my cock like a good little slut."
The bastard was right. I was all talk. All my life I've threatened bullies and told them to fuck off but I've never actually thrown a punch. I ... I'd flinch the second someone bigger than me blinked at me. I hid behind my family and friends, depending on others to fight my battles for me. Then I would sulk and try to convince myself I was capable of taking care of myself. I was a bitch.
I deserved everything I ever got.
I derserved my father's hate.
I deserved every punch I got.
Every insult thrown at me.
Every glare.
Every whisper.
Everything.
I closed my eyes as my boxers were pulled down and I was flipped onto my stomach with my exposed ass in the air...
(Alice's POV)
No... not Edward. Not sweet little Edward!
Everyone turned to look at me as a dry sob escaped my throat. Jasper rubbed my arms, "What did you see darlin'?"
I trembled. I didn't want to think about what I'd just seen. I didn't want to see our baby brother face down on the floor, no clothes... screaming and crying while that... that bastard... I shuddered... Forced himself on him...
There had been a clock in the background. It was going to happen in three minutes. And we still had no clue where Edward was. We couldn't stop this. I had finally found Edward's future but it was too late...
I buried my face into Jasper's strong chest and sobbed, "He's going to be raped!"
No one needed clarification. Jacob, Seth, and Sam were all asleep thanks to Jasper and I couldn't help but be grateful for that. We didn't need them getting so mad they phased in the car.
All nationals driving laws were broken within the blink of an eye in our haste to get to the cabin Carlisle's friends told us about.
But there were 4 different cabins. The first two were abandoned, the third was occupied by a couple drunk teenagers, none of which were Edward sadly, and we went looking for the fourth.
We all had a sense of foreboding as we walked through the door...
(Jacob POV)
We'd been in Massachusetts three days and hadn't found shit. Those vampires had moved out of the cabin and the recent rainfall had washed away their scents. But the cabin... fuck it was straight out of a horror film. All nice and fairy-tale like on the outside, but on the inside... fuck.
Blood. Everywhere. On the floors, walls, windows, furniture, fuck even the damn ceiling! I could faintly smell vomit and piss too, but the blood was my only concern.
It was Edward's. All of it. The fingernail scrapings in the floor, clearly caused by someone desperately trying to get away from something. The bits of broken teeth and one whole tooth. All Edward.
Me, Sam, and Seth were the only ones strong enough to look around for any clues of where the vampires could've went while the Cullen's and Denali's went to hunt. Seth found a stash of rotten apples under the couch. Eddy probably snuck outside and plucked them while his captors were away. I couldn't help but smile. Smart as always. Those bastards most likely tried to starve him.
Sam found a first aid kit hidden under the floorboards. Again, Edward must have put it there so he could tend to his injuries when he was alone. I clenched my fists in anger. This kit was almost fucking empty. How badly was he hurt?
The Cullen's looked kind of freaked when me and the guys woke up in the car a few days ago, before we started searching the cabins. And by freaked, I mean everyone looked ready to fucking cry if they could. Even the men. But no matter how much we asked and demanded they tell us what was wrong, they wouldn't fucking budge.
I sighed, "Sam check the attic! Seth, the bathroom! I'll look in the bedrooms." I said with a scowl. I know I was pissing the guys off but I couldn't fucking care less. Edward meant more to me than them.
The downstairs bedroom didn't give me shit but the upstairs one...
Boxers. Ripped to shreds. But when I pieced then together, they were the sane Guitar Hero ones I'd given Edward as a joke for his birthday. I could even make out his name written in Sharpie, which Emmett had put to make it funnier.
Under them were the remains of Edward's jeans and his favorite dark blue hoodie. There was something white and sticky on the floor I tried not to stare at, but I had already pieced all the evidence together.
Edward was raped.
Some mother fuckers were gonna die.
