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Blissful Mistakes	By : BlackWolf2Dragoon Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR Views: 2645 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-My Mistake
- 1
So, keep in mind I'm NOT a Jacob lover and if I decide to make him appear he will be a right arrogant arsehole, because that is what he is.

Now this isn't going to be all sunflowers and dandelions. I'm going to try to make this as lifelike as possible but since my life isn't as dramatic as this, I might get a few things wrong. Please also keep in mind that this is going to be lifelike so there will be much angst because life is shit and we all know it. Because I am God of this story, I can make anything happen, though Edward seems to hate God in this... I'm upset he hates me so much *sniff*

Disclaimer~ Stephanie Meyer owns the characters, I'm obviously NOT Stephanie Meyer... if I was, I wouldn't be here, I'd be in Forks decorating the place and enjoying being Queen there.

Note there is more info at the bottom A/N in case you are to ask any questions and I've just answered some you may ask anyway.

Note again, Edward is a sufferer of Selective Mutism, a condition where a person could be speaking completely normally like any other person at home, alone or to a certain person, but then refuse to ever talk with other people or at school. It is always best treated in the early stages, as it may become more advanced to convince the child/adult to become completely mute.

WARNINGS MAY INCLUDE: Drug use, child abuse, underaged drinking, sexual interaction/acts/action, graphic sex oral and (possibly) anal, sexual abuse, Torture, Violence, Angst.

WARNINGS THIS CHAPTER: Reference to homelessness, reference to abuse, handling a firearm (aka a gun), reference of death, Abuse, Language.

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Prologue

Time and Date; unknown

I always thought everybody was afraid of death, I can certainly see why people would be afraid of such a thing. Big, black and unknown as it was, seeing it right in front of your eyes is a different matter altogether, and I hated it. I hated death. I hated life. I hated fate. I didn't even really get a chance to tempt it.

I hadn't gotten the chance to tell her how much she meant to me, more then just a sister. More then just my best friend, more then family. She was just... more. Now, she won't ever know, fate had made sure of that. It was a sign, she and I were never meant to be, it was clearly a sin, it would never work.

Wham!

Another blinding white light fixes on my vision, rendering me helpless. Another shot of unimaginable pain hit the back of my head, so much I feared a blood vessel had surely erupted. I couldn't help the wet, hot tears that escaped my eyes, streaming down my cheeks. It had never been this bad when I was under their custody, granted I should never have had what happened to me happen, but it was worse then it had ever been before, making up for lost time.

"Please... stop." I begged, literally begging. He just laughed, my begs being dismissed as much a fly off an animal washing.

"Should've learnt your lesson when I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut." That was his reply; that was all I got for that topic. But what he said was true, I shouldn't have run away, I shouldn't have been so stupid to think he would've given up, that they would let me go. Hope had blinded me to the obvious facts, they won't ever let me go, they were selfish bastards and they won't ever change. People like them don't ever change, won't ever change.

It was then that I heard the most terrifying sound in my life, the click of a gun. Startled, I looked up, my cheek now dry, along with my throat. I can see the gun in his hands, pointing directly at me. This was it, this was the end of the line, I shouldn't have been so stupid and naïve.

"This will keep you quiet, permanently." I closed my eyes, not wanting his words to be the final words that I hear, I tell myself and to her, the words I've meant to tell her.

"I'm sorry." Then, I heard the gunshot.

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My Mistake

21st November 2005

I don't remember how I got to where I was; all I knew was that I was starving and in pain. I guessed the pain was the result of pissing off the wrong people, again. I stood up, with difficulty, taking my time to let my muscles get used to the pain; I should've been used to it by now. It was coming to winter and quickly, the streets were empty except for my furred friends, rats, cats and the odd dog. I wasn't kicked out; I ran out, I couldn't take the pain much more.

Desperate for food, I tried sniffing the air, newly cooked food was easy to catch the scent of, but I caught nothing except the sewer smell nearby. I sighed, what had I done to deserve this? I did everything I was told, except when things got rough, was it that small negligence of a rule that caused this to happen?

I shook my head, unwilling to think, just act. I took a step forward, my leg was bad, not bleeding but possibly fractured. There was a discarded walking stick nearby, possibly meant for the trash, it would be of great use for me right now. I know it wasn't pleasant to seem unable to do things or look like an old man, but being able to walk was important right now, a matter of life and death weighed heavily on my legs working. Using the stick to aid my second leg, I walked on forwards to open area.

The first thing I saw in the open area was open space and a single road that ran far on northwards. It was still silent, the air was much clearer in the open area. It would've resembled a village if it weren't for the taller buildings found not far away with the rest of the small homes. Home, I shuddered. I didn't want to think about that. I looked up at the house in front of me, it was small but decent. Not a house a rich person would buy, but not a bad house either.

Before I could do much else, a clap of thunder sounded nearby, then it rained. How could I forget, London just loved the rain, it might as well have been a forest for all the rain we got. I shivered; I had forgotten to get a jacket in my race to get out of my house, away from them. I knew I had to get under shelter and quickly. I chose the closest house, with my leg pretty much in danger of becoming swollen. I limped over, with the help of the walking stick I had obtained, and eventually crossed the road, without a single car passing by and made it to a nearby window.

I crouched under it, getting my breath back and gasping at the pain in my leg. It was becoming almost unbearable, but I didn't have time to stop now. I grabbed onto the window ledge for balance, having dropped the walking stick on the floor for now, and peered inside the house. It was empty, the lights were all off and there wasn't a single movement inside. I was curious, who lived in this house?

My stomach grumbled and I grimaced. It was painful almost everywhere, I wasn't going to get any better unless I get some food, this house must have something inside. No, I can't steal... I didn't think I had much choice in the matter. I checked the window lock. Unlocked. I smirked, I couldn't believe it, perhaps I was going to get lucky. I opened the window; it slid upwards with a groan. I winced, listened, but heard nothing but silence. I was going to have to be more careful. I stood higher up, having gotten the window open enough to slip through, and did so.

Inside it was nice and warm, colourful and welcoming. The walls had a nice knitted like pattern on it and were completely clean; shelves were polished, a photo showing of a man and a woman holding a baby on said shelf. There were also a couple of sofas, a wide screen TV and a few other things I would never be able to have. This family must be paid a decent amount of money and with a house so warm and seemingly happy looking, I start getting second thoughts about stealing their food.

My stomach disagreed with a loud grumble and I couldn't help the groan that escaped me. No, I should get some food if I want to survive at least the night. I shivered and closed the window behind me, I didn't want to alert the family that I was inside, that and it was getting cold and I was already wet enough. Still shivering, I limped towards where I expected the kitchen to reside.

Arriving, I decided not to really take in the kitchen; I was too hungry to care any longer. I just needed food! I checked the cupboards, not having time to really be picky about what I choose to steal. A sudden clap of thunder causes me to jump, yelping.

Jesus... I shake my head, taking a deep breath. It wasn't often I talked, I suffered Selective Mutism (SM) getting close to Progressive Mutism, the same thing but a whole lot worse. I haven't spoken a word in 5 months, made noises sure, but speaking words and making such noises are completely different. The only reason I had said a word was during a nightmare, apparently my mind needed me to let out words and screams to deal with my mental compatibility, but other then that, not a British thing left my mouth.

I had often wondered if the condition was the reason I had been condemned to the torture I suffered right now, I had never been to school, I was homeschooled by my parents, they weren't unintelligent, they were just uncaring. My condition hadn't made life any easier at... that place.

I shook my head, getting back to the task at hand. Food, right, need food. My stomach grumbled again. Hold your horses. I opened the cupboard and caught sight of many biscuits of many kinds. They wouldn't be enough, but they would do for the time being. I was about to pick them up when another clap of thunder startled me. I jumped slightly but kept my mouth shut. That thunder scared the crap out of me; you'd think I'd be used to it by now. I shivered once more, feeling the effects of being out in the rain starting to take over, it wouldn't be a surprise if I came down with the flu.

I was about to turn back to pick the biscuits I had dropped up, until I heard a click of a gun. I turned quickly, startled and scared shitless, dropping the biscuits all over the floor again to face what looked like a man in his late 30's, quite young for a father with brownish hair, in PJ's holding a shotgun aimed directly at me. I couldn't move, only shiver.

"Who goes there!" He demanded, but I couldn't answer, my mind refused to. I shivered again, becoming more severe as panic started rising up in my chest as I cower lower and further away from him. This was it, I was going to face punishment, I knew I shouldn't have tried something so risky!

I spotted the man take a step forward; just that single step caused a chain of reactions from me. I whimpered and backed away as far as I could, fast, before falling to the floor on my ass, leg given away and I shut my eyes tightly, hugging my knees tight to my chest for protection. It was useless though, it wouldn't make a difference, he caught me and I was going to be punished. I shook severely, so much so I should've been worried about it, but I was too terrified to even really think rationally.

"Hey kid, what are you doing here?" I heard the man ask again, all I could do was raise my head to look up at him and curl up into myself tighter, hoping to become invisible. I knew it wouldn't work, but I just had hoped it would.

"Kid! Answer me!" The sudden raised voice startled me. Yelping in fear, I quickly crawled over to a nearby table and hid underneath, hoping the cloths would hide me away, the term 'if you can't see them, they won't see you' came to my head at that moment, knocking common sense out the window. I couldn't help the whimper that escaped me.

"Dad?" A young girl's voice called from upstairs, a few seconds after, I heard her small footsteps heading down the stairs. I tensed; I knew from going out in the streets that most girls threw themselves at me. In my current state, I'm not sure how I would react if this girl was to throw herself at me, whatever the reaction; it wasn't going to be good.

I peaked under the table cloth to watch a brunette girl in her PJ's and nightgown coming down the stairs, she actually looked quite beautiful given she had only just got out of bed. She was thin but not as thin as I, the same age as I and something about her just seemed... different. I'm not sure what it was, maybe it was the strawberry like smell blowing from her hair that did it, but something about her calmed me.

I shook my head, who was she?

"Bella, go back to bed, honey." The man, I assume her father, replied to her, trying not to make her panic, it would seem.

"What's going on?" She had no idea I was hiding under her table.

"Bella, I said go back to bed, I can handle this."

"Handle… what?" The girl, Bella, must've spotted movement from where I was hiding, as she crouched down low enough to spot me under the table cloth. I shivered and backed away, a natural reaction. The small movement caused damage to my leg; I flinched visibly and bit my tongue to prevent from crying out. She noticed.

"Dad, this boy seems hurt… where did you find him?" She looked up at her father, whom I could no longer see from under the covers of the table cloth and the table itself.

"Caught him red handed trying to steal something, the stupid boy picked the wrong house." He snorted. "Trying to steal from the Chief Superintendant of Police, not even the psychotic have tried." That stopped me cold. Chief Superintendant of Police? If I had known, I wouldn't have tried to steal from this particular house; I would've considered other houses except for this one. Great going, Edward. You just attempted burglary in the Chief Superintendant of Police's house with nothing more then your own fists for protection. That would sure look well on my report; I would be the laughing stock in jail.

Jail. That thought brings on a new panic. I couldn't go to jail, I was just a kid!Sire and Victoria would not be happy, they would surely do worse then they have already done. Breathing now was becoming a trouble, why was it so hot in here all of a sudden?

"Really? He doesn't look like anybody dangerous... maybe he was just desperate." Bella tried to reason with her father, but it seemed unlikely he would. I couldn't tell what his reply was; I was too out of it to hear him anymore. A few seconds later, all I saw was black.

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Beep.

Beep.

Temperature, 102 degrees Fahrenheit.

Suffering pneumonia.

Possibly a fractured leg.

A couple of broken ribs.

These voices, I couldn't recognise a single one. They were all strangers to me, I knew for sure that I wasn't in the same room I had blacked out inside. I'm sure I was moving as well.

Why was I burning? Why couldn't I open my eyes anymore? Where did Bella and her father go? With still no answers and no signs of waking up, I merely listened to the background noise.

Patient is 15 years old. Chief Swan found him attempting a robbery in his house when he hid under a table once caught and blacked out. Possibly suffering from pneumonia, dehydration, he's very thin, underweight, possible abuse with all the bruises he has.

Alright, we better send him to Intensive Care to recover and get his temperature lowered to normal again. Some people disgust me, who would do this to a 15 year old kid?

Then it became silent.

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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

I do wish somebody would turn that obnoxious sound off. Constant and never off beat, droning on and on, bringing me to madness. Irritating beyond comprehension. Slowly, I opened my eyes, determined to shut the damn thing up myself.

At first, it was too bright for me to clearly see anything. But as time went by, the scene become clearer to me. White ceiling? I took a look around. A hospital? How did I get into a hospital? Confused, I thought back to what had happened last. I was hiding under a table, hiding away from Chief Swan and his gun, when a young girl my age came down the stairs, wondering about the drama. After I had figured out it was Chief Swan's house, I was having trouble breathing, my temperature shoot up and I fell unconscious. That doesn't explain how I made it to a hospital bed.

Looking around, this seemed like a decent hospital. Why would somebody send me here? I was sure I would just be sent to a normal bed or chair and left there to recover on my own. I still felt slightly hot now; maybe I had caught an illness; that would explain why I had been knocked unconscious.

So that annoying beeping must've been a heart monitor. I was really getting hot too. With a sigh, I threw the covers off my body and blinked seeing that I had a hospital gown on; I could also feel the bandages on my wounds that had been inflicted a few days ago. There was even an oxygen mask covering my mouth. How had I not noticed that until now? I took the mask off and realised how hard it was to breathe without an aching chest. My chest was hurt, real bad. I was heaving, trying to get air into my lungs but my body just didn't seem to want to cooperate, it was very weak. There was the sound of louder, more urgent beeping coming from the machines besides me and a few seconds later, a doctor and two nurses came running into the room to witness me suffocating.

"Nurses, fix the oxygen mask, his body is having trouble getting air." The doctor told them before things become a bit blurred for me to really realise what was happening. I felt myself being pushed back to lie down on the bed, the covers going back over me, trapping the damn heat with me and the oxygen mask put back over my nose and mouth. Air came in better and things started to clear again. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.

"That's right, son, breathe deeply and calmly." The doctor told me in a calm voice. I managed to turn to take a good look at him. He was quite young, in his early thirties, I guessed, blond hair and probably had girls pinning over him in the whole hospital. Lucky shit. He seemed like a good person, from his facial expression, but I'm not so sure I was the best judge of character even after knowing the people. "Good, you should keep that oxygen mask on, do you remember what happened?"

I wasn't sure if I should answer, I certainly couldn't with my voice, so I just shrugged. I did remember some things but not everything. The doctor seemed to understand.

"Well, you were brought in by Chief Swan, white as a sheet you were. But I forget my manners, I'm Doctor Carlisle Cullen and I will be looking after you. What's your name?" I still couldn't use my voice; my conscious just wouldn't let me. I looked around, trying to find paper, but since it seemed unlikely, I merely reached for Dr. Cullen's pen. Sensing what I needed, he gave me his pen and gave me a notebook to write on. I nodded my thanks to him before writing down my name, making a slight mess of it at the same time.

Carlisle took a look at the notepad where I had written my name and looked at me questioningly.

"Edward Masen? James and Victoria's son?" I sighed but didn't reply. They weren't really my parents; they were my uncle and aunt. I kept my family name whilst James and Victoria remained Hunter. They wanted me to change my name, but I refused, I was not about to drop my name simply because my parents were killed. I shook my head; I didn't want to think about that.

Dr. Cullen sighed. "Well, Edward, you've got a few broken ribs, fractured leg and cuts and bruises in many places. You suffered from pneumonia as well; you still are suffering from the effects from what I saw from the results so you're probably feeling quite uncomfortable. There's one thing that was worrying me as well, Chief Swan told me you didn't speak a single word to him, even when he threatened you. Can you speak?" I took the notepad and pen back to write down my answer.

I could, but now my mind won't let me talk to anyone, I haven't spoken a word in 6 months. Dr Cullen looked back up at me, sympathy in his eyes. I looked away, annoyed. I hated that, it was an understandable humane reaction, but I have gotten over the fact I may never be able to speak again. I don't need their pity; it's not going to help any of my situations.

"Sorry, it just came as a shock to me." Dr Cullen explain, whilst I signed and simply nodded, understanding but not really caring. "Well, you can't leave the hospital for a few days at least until your ribs heal, that may take a few weeks. Do you want me to contact your foster parents?" My eyes went wide and I stared at Dr Cullen, fear stunning me into paralysis. No, no, no! They couldn't come in, they can't find me, I'd be severely punished, perhaps to the point of near death! Dr Cullen must've seen the terror on my face and reassured me. "Hey, you don't have to have them visit you if you don't want them to, but Chief Superintendant of Police Charlie Swan wanted to see you for a few minutes, you don't mind, do you?" I thought about it for a moment, it would probably be the decent thing to at least apologise for my behaviour that night and thank him for sending me to hospital, even if he didn't really need to do it or if he just did it because it was his job, he saved me nonetheless.

I nodded my head and watched as Dr Cullen wrote on his clipboard before heading out to fetch the Chief. I made sure to keep the pad and pen with me, so I was able to explain to the Chief why I did what I did. He may not understand, but that's the only explanation I could give. I wasn't sure if I should tell him about my experience with Sire and Victoria, he might even ask the fact of why I name James as Sire instead of just James or even uncle and that was just something I couldn't deal with.

A knock at the door sounded, then after a few minutes, the Chief himself showed. He was wearing his police uniform, holy crap he carried his gun with him inside the hospital! That really wasn't going to calm my nerves. He nodded at me in acknowledgement before stepping inside and closing the door.

"So, you're named Edward Masen?" He asked first, perfecting a poker face. I nodded and swallowed, slightly tense with nerves. "Would you mind telling me why you were inside my house looking like a drowned starved rat?" I frowned slightly at his description; that certainly made his feelings clear; I was compared with a rat. With a sign I grabbed the pad and pen and started writing my reply. Before I could finish, the Chief took the pad away and scowled at me. "Don't ignore me, boy. I could have you arrested for what you did, you will still be punished but I want to know why you did it." I glared at him, annoyed that he wouldn't give me a chance to explain myself. In a way I thought even cavemen could understand, I opened my mouth slightly and pointed to inside my mouth a couple of times before closing it and just returning to staring at him. Basically saying, I am mute.

Chief's eyes widened as he got my message, before he handed back the pad to me. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise..." He then coughed before turning back to his poker face; I suppose he needed one to be a good cop. "Can you explain to me why you broke into my house, in the early morning, no less!"

I looked back down on my pad and continued writing before handing it back to the Chief after a couple of minutes of writing. Chief Swan, I do sincerely apologise for my actions, but in my time of desperation, common sense flew out the window. I was cold and hungry, I was desperate, so I broke into the closest house knowing that there would at least be shelter from the rain in the house, I didn't realise it was yours. I know I shouldn't have done it and it was the wrong thing to do, but you have to understand was that I was desperate for food, as I haven't had a decent meal in 3 days. I also wanted to thank you for bringing me to the hospital, despite what I had done and that I caused trouble with you and your daughter. Even if it was just because it was your job, still, thank you... for saving my life.

The Chief took his time to read over what I had written before his eyebrows raised in surprise and... admiration? Surely not, I had just broken into his house, intent on robbing his food and maybe even some money if I could've found some and he was admiring my politeness?

"How old are you, son?" I went back to my pad and pen.

15 sir, 16 in June. Born June 20th 1990. Full name, Edward Anthony Masen. The Chief seemed content with the answer I had given him and got out some paper work, most likely for my report.

"Now, Edward, normally I would arrest you and send you jail, no questions asked, but you seem like a nice kid, just in the wrong place at the wrong time and desperate. Now, I can't control the law, I'm not that powerful, you crime wasn't serious, however, so I can let you go on a warning. I should contact your parents to let them know." Once this registers in my slow brain, I look up at him, eyes wide and panicked. Please no, please don't!

The Chief nodded before turning to head out, after giving out a "get well soon, Edward," goodbye. Well, shit. This was not going to end well, I knew that much. Sire and Victoria were definitely going to be pissed. I was in such deep shit right now; it's not even funny anymore. The only thing I could do was wait until he arrived.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Still, the heart monitor droned on, but steadily going faster. I could feel it in my own heart, I didn't need a machine to tell me how scared shitless I really was. Why did fate hate me? I thought for once, I would be able to escape his torture choke, but fate had different plans. Was that my fate? To be a mere punching bag for a blood relative? A way to pay for my sins for not dying the day my parents did? I never asked to be spared, why was I? Is this some sick joke that fate was playing, or was God just laughing at me from the heavens?

I was angry now instead of scared. Why had God let me live? I wasn't normally a religious person, but I believed somebody had to have saved my life that day... I still remember it, clear as day.

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8:39pm, 31st October 1995.

Dad was late to a party, he said it was to some fancy party once again, somebody was leaving the hospital and he wanted to throw a goodbye party. Normally, I hated these types of parties, they were always fancy and they didn't interest kids like my age. There wasn't anybody around usually for me to be able to talk to, I suppose I did get along well with the grown ups, but having some kids my age was more fun.

"Edward, sweetie let's go!" That was my mum, Elizabeth Masen. Wife of Edward Sr Masen. Mother of me, Edward Jr Masen. I looked to my mother and nodded, getting inside the car in the back. I didn't mind the back; I had more room and had a seat nearby the window.

"Does dad have my fangs yet?" I asked mom, she checked back at the house before smiling and nodding her head. I was dressed as a vampire kid, it was Halloween and dad promised that kids would be at this party. I had heard some of my friends were going, like Jasper Whitlock and Emmett McCarty. We were like brothers, the three musketeers; I was so excited to see their costumes.

I broke off my thoughts when I caught sight of dad making his way to the car, he was dressed in his usual tux, I always called it a penguin suit. Dad had laughed so hard that day when I told him what I made of his 'awesome as crap' suit.

"Elizabeth, we're ready to go. We've got to apologise later to Mr White for being late." He hugged my mother before opening the door for her, just like the gentleman he was. He then ran to his side of the car and got into the drivers seat. We then drove off.

It was a half hour drive and we were most likely going to be around 10 minutes late. We never knew we were never going to make it.

15 minutes into the drive, I looked out the window as I usually do. For once, it wasn't raining, but I wouldn't be surprised if the weather just suddenly changed with no warning, British weather did that to people, especially holiday makers.

There was suddenly the sound of tires screeching and a scream, my mother's scream. I looked up and met death in the face. A huge pickup truck was veering out of control and headed straight for us. My own scream reached out of my throat before it was covered with the sound of metal on metal. The only thing I could remember of the impact was my mother's scream, my father's cries of pain and the sound of metal crunching. Then the burning... the feeling of burning. Fire, fire!

I was pulled from the wreckage not even 5 minutes later; people had been nearby and saw the accident. I was badly burnt, even though I hadn't even been under the fire for 5 minutes; I hit my head hard against the seat in front from the lurch of the vehicle impact. I was in shock, completely paralyzed. I could do nothing but watch in front of me as people tried putting out the fire with a fire extinguisher. My parents... where were my parents?

When the ambulance finally arrived 10 minutes after the accident, things only went from bad to worse. They went to the vehicle and peered inside, they were only checking inside for 3 minutes. A young lady who worked with my dad, Leslie, came over to me and picked me up. I felt comforted, she was one of the only nurses I really trusted and didn't get on my nerves. I held onto her for dear life before I let out a hoarse scream of anguish and terror. I knew the truth then, one I refused to ever believe.

The doctors and nurses said I was lucky to have survived that day... but I wasn't. I was never lucky; I was left alive, all cold, all alone. I just wished for the pain to stop... the burning, the fire, to go away. I never wanted my parents more then I did then, but they were never coming back.

My parents were dead, and I was all alone.

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1:26am, 21st November 2005

10 years now they have been dead and things have never improved. If anything, they had gotten worse. How naive to think that life would never do such a horrid thing to its children like that again. I should know by now, the bad guys always get the best out of life, the good guys or even the sign of something good coming along, will eventually slip up and their time will run out. Perhaps there is some truth in some religious talks. Demons walk the Earth, anybody doing good deeds will be punished, the bad always triumph.

The door opens and I was stupid enough to look up.

There he was, Sire. Or as his real name, Uncle James Hunter. His usual blond hair was in disarray, that usually meant he was stressed, or angered, or both. In this case, both. His ice blue eyes pierced into my own, I looked nothing like James or Victoria in that matter. If I was, I'd be blond, but I'm clearly not. I didn't want to take in his attire; I simply look down avoiding eye contact.

"I got a call from the Chief Superintendant. I suppose our last lesson didn't sink into your brain, did it?" Sire sneered. The last lesson was the wooden plank to the leg, in a lesson to not trip over wires and bring down whole lamps. It wasn't my fault that the wire was sticking out, just in the right place for anybody to have tripped over it.

I didn't make any move to reply in any way. I just stared down at my bed sheets. Sire huffed before walking over to me. I kept still, but the hospital machine gave away the terror I felt. Fucking thing was meant to save my life, not make it harder! I could just sense him smirking now."Scared, are you?" I did nothing but lie down on my bed and turn away, trying my best to ignore him. That was a stupid mistake on my part.

He moved closer to me suddenly before I felt him grab a fist full of my hair and yank. Hard. It was enough to make me cry out before I could stop it. "Now, listen you little prick, you are going to really draw attention to us and you know what happens when you do that?" I did know, so I nodded whilst the tears stubbornly came falling from my eyes. "Good, it's just as swell you can't talk." He always loved the fact that I couldn't talk. He used it as an excuse for the reason for this cruelty, but I wasn't stupid. The school had already taught me it was wrong.

"What're you doing!" I heard a female screech, it was recognisable. I wasn't able to turn my head to see who it was; his grip was still too tight on my hair.

"Beat it, kid, I'm teaching Eddie here a lesson." I cringed, I hated that name now, it reminded me too much of my mother.

"If you don't go now, I'll tell my father, he's the Chief Superintendant, so I suggest you leave, now!" That seemed to click something in James, nothing good either. Instead, he smirked and brought out a lighter near my face. I froze up, since that day, I had suffered a severe fear of fire, it was no surprise of course. I couldn't go near flames, not even when the fire was in a fire place. I couldn't help struggle, kicking and trying to push James off of me, he figured out my fear of fire when he lit a fag in my sight once, ever since then, it was used as a weapon against me.

The girl seemed to have run out and was calling for her dad; I wasn't sure what her dad could do about it. That call, however, certainly sent James running. He let go of my hair suddenly, I ended up with my face in the pillow and heard a crowd of people running into my room. I couldn't concentrate on anything else; I had to get the lighter away from me! I kept my eyes closed, I couldn't look at it. I felt a hand go to my shoulder and I flinched away, couldn't they just get rid of the lighter?

"Edward! Calm down, if you don't we're going to have to sedate you!" That sounded like Dr Cullen, but I couldn't be sure, I was shaking too much. I felt a hand then go to my head where James had yanked, I flinched slightly again but soon felt myself relax. Jesus, whose hand was that? It felt so soft, so warm... I couldn't help but nuzzle a bit, like a child with its mother. The hand then massaged where it had once been yanked. That calmed me down; it felt so fucking soft I couldn't help myself. It felt just like my mother did when I was little; she used to love massaging my head to send me to sleep. I still miss her dearly.

It wasn't until I felt the same owner but different hand go to my cheek and wipe the tears that had somehow, without my knowledge, escaped from my tear ducts. I opened my eyes to look up. It was the same girl I had spotted that night I was under the table, the Chief Superintendant's daughter. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I lay my head besides her hand and just let my emotions run away. I was turning into a sobbing mess.

"Shh, hey, it's alright... things'll get better." She said; her name if I recall was Bella. She grabbed me in a hug and hugged me to her whilst I caused a waterfall of tears on her shirt. She didn't seem to mind.

When I got a hold on myself, I went back to lying down on the bed, suddenly tired. I just lay my head back down on the pillow, looking at Bella. I managed to word the words, I'm sorry. She smiled and shook her head.

"You've nothing to be sorry about... my dad gave chase to James but he seems to have gotten away... but you need to sleep now, I'll just go see to my dad." That sent a new wave of panic and I grabbed her hand, willing for her to stay. She had to, she was the only one able to calm me down, maybe she could keep the nightmares away. Stay? I hoped she could lip read. She seemed to and nodded before going to get a chair and bringing it closer to my bedside before sitting down. "My dad might come in to wake you up later though for a statement, I'll let him know you're resting though... sleep tight, Edward." I nodded before moving my head to the pillow, snuggling before, for once, fell into a sleep deeper then it had been for years.

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Phew, I did tell you it was going to be angsty... I did honestly nearly cry writing this but I didn't xD I'm such a sappy sod lmfao

Please note that yes, this is going to be in the British way! Because I'm not American and it wouldn't work as well there, plus Carlisle is English anyway xD so it works lmao If there is any British slang or words you don't understand, ask it in a review and I will let you know what the word is.

That's about it, this story is going to be angsty and you may need some tissues, it's going to be hard, dramatic and will eventually gain some EdwardxBella stuff, just wait for it to reach that point. So with that, please review or favourite or whatever else, but don't keep your questions or opinions bottled up because you can't be arsed with pushing a few buttons! Lazy arseholes, get out and talk xD but only if you have something to say, of course... lmfao Ta for now.
~Blackie
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