I found a little inspiration from an old story of mine and decided to go with it. Help is still appreciated. Thanks to all who reviewed, and sorry for the long wait. My chapters will not be nearly as long as the first.
Of course I don't own Twilight, no matter how much I want to. :(
Carlisle's POV
She was tangled in blankets and halfway on the floor, kicking and screaming. Vincent was at the door. "I've got her, you go to sleep." I said quickly. He looked regretful, but complied. "Dylan, sweetheart, wake up." I pulled her against my chest, and she immediately latched on to my shirt and started sobbing, "Don't let him get me. Please! I don't want to leave!" She was in hysterics. "Shhh, it's okay, no one is going to take you away. He will not get you if any of us have a say. You're safe, sweetheart, he's not here. Open your eyes."
She stared up at me with her tear-filled blue eyes. She started crying again, and I rocked her gently, humming. "You're okay, I've got you. No one will hurt you here." Once she calmed enough to speak, I heard exactly what I expected. "I need a shower." Her voice was raspy. "Okay, but don't take too long; you're eating when you come out." "Okay." She said quietly. I set her upright, and she scurried across her room, pulling out some pajamas. I knew what she dreamed of because of her desperate need to take a shower. Rape victims often attempted to scrub away the memories like they would their bodies; although the evidence was long gone, the memory would always remain.
When the water started running I went to see what Edward had made, checking my watch to assure she took no longer than twenty minutes. If she took too long, I'd send one of the girls to coax her out. She'd scrub herself raw if given the opportunity. Surprisingly, Alice had picked up Chinese and Edward made brownies. "It's her favorite" was the only response needed. "Her favorite Starbucks things are in the refrigerator, a bit melted though, I had to drive far to find one still open." Edward said. "Such a good big brother." I said. "And to think, she thought I hated her in the beginning." He replied.
The water stopped after eighteen minutes, and I heard her quickly getting dressed. The way she was furiously brushing her hair told me she was still upset. Rosalie knocked on her door. "Dylan, I'll do your hair, just come downstairs." She seemed to comply; the door opened and I heard her bare feet come down the stairs with Rosalie in tow. She came to the kitchen, and Alice directed her to a seat at the counter, placing the plate in front of her. She ate slowly but she ate, which thrilled me. Once she finished, she asked for more, which plastered a smile on my face. Alice looked pleased as she placed more orange chicken and fried rice on her plate.
Once she was satisfied, she went to get up and put her plate in the sink, but Alice did it before she could even get up. She looked a bit disgruntled about it, but Alice just stuck out her tongue playfully. "Dylan, would you like to talk about it?" I asked gently. She started trembling. "N-n-n-o." She stammered. "Okay, but we're all here if you want to okay?" She nodded quickly, and the tear that slipped out the corner of eye told me she really wasn't ready yet. "Do you want to go back to sleep?" I asked. "No!" she said loudly. "Okay, that's fine, you don't need to. How about some TV?"
She picked some crime show. Alice looked upset by her choice, and tried to persuade her to pick something else. "Why? Just tell me." Dylan replied. At that moment, the show concluded that the young boy had been sexually and physically abused by his father. The way Dylan's breathing and heartbeat changed indicated that she was affected by the information. She pulled her legs in and hid her head behind her knees. Was this show going to send us back to where we were before?
"He was raping me." She whispered, so low that it would be inaudible to human ears. "I didn't know where I was. Someone was banging on the door, yelling my name and it sounded like y-y-you." She was sobbing again, and I pulled her back against me. "Well, that's not going to happen. I'd break the entire wall down to get to you. Not that he'd ever even have a chance of getting within ten yards of you." "He did in the courtroom!" She cried. "Yes, he did. But there was nothing he could have done with all of us there. He was in handcuffs and will be in prison for the rest of his life. There's no reason for you to fear him any longer. He's convicted and you have your family here to keep you safe. Nothing will change that."
She sniffled, and reached for me. Quickly, I pulled her on my lap and she cried on my shoulder. I rubbed her back gently and let her cry. She needed to cry. It was good that Jasper, Bella, Esme, and Emmett were hunting. Jasper would try to ease her pain, which would only come back when he wasn't around. Emmett would be furious at her dream. Bella and Esme would try to push the information out, which would only make her cower back into her protective cocoon of numbness. I looked at Alice. "You planned this." I said, too low for Dylan to hear. "Not like this. I just knew who needed to be here and who shouldn't. Everything else just happened. I knew it would be today but that's it." After Edward confirmed, I noticed that Dylan was asleep. "Pictures!" Rosalie said. She got a camera and her cell phone and much to my dismay, took about a thousand pictures of me and the sleeping, emotionally-drained Dylan. "Who are the brownies for?" I asked Edward. "Vincent." In about thirty seconds, Vincent came down, and didn't even look at us as he headed straight to the kitchen. I chuckled; he was a black hole, and would eat anything, yet Edward had made him brownies.
"I'm going to go put her in bed." I carried her up the stairs, and placed her gently on her bed. After pulling the blanket over her, I kissed her forehead and went back downstairs. "Vincent, don't eat them all tonight." I called towards the kitchen.
"Well?" I asked. "I've seen two outcomes. Either tomorrow, she'll be a bit embarrassed. Don't push her, don't say anything, but give her breakfast, not a shake. Ask her if she wants to go to school, don't assume. If she says no, call in sick. The other is that she wakes up from another nightmare in about three hours and makes herself sick. If that happens, she'll be sick for at least half the week, and need you home for support. That one put the house in chaos. Either way you don't go to work." Alice said. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.