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Note: The summary has been changed. I thought it was A) too short, B) too revealing, and C) not descriptive enough. So here I have a better summary that reveals less, yet describes more. The last one sort of gave it away, and people didn't want to read it because they knew exactly what the story was about. So now I changed it, and here it is. She leaves him for another. He's forced to start over in a new town, at a new school. He's positive he can never love again. She loses her mother in a terrible homicide. She's forced to pick up the peices and try to live again. She's positive that the hole in her heart will never be filled. When the two heartbroken pessimists meet, they notice that the other is strangely detatched, and horribly sad. Neither can figure our what made the other so bitter, until they open up. After all they have been through, can they learn to trust again? Can they learn to start over? Can they learn to forget those that hurt them? Most importantly, can they learn to love again? Chapter One has been rewritten. The story line is completely different, yet somewhat the same.


14. Chapter 13: Accusations

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“Ravyn,” he hissed angrily, “what happened to your arm?”

At first, I had no idea what he was talking about. Then, as I looked up, I saw his gaze was fixed to a spot on my left arm. I followed his eyes down, and gasped when I realized what he was referring to.

I grabbed the sleeve of my purple shirt and pulled it over my hand. How careless could I be? The whole point of wearing the long sleeved shirt was to hide the bruise. I knew he would freak out if he saw it, even though I had a perfectly good excuse.

“It was an accident,” I whispered back fiercely.

“You call that an accident?” He growled, still too low for either the teacher or our fellow classmates to hear.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.” My voice was firm and harsh.

“He did this didn’t he?”

My eyes flashed up to his face, and he was glaring down at my arm, as if he could see through the purple fabric. He probably could – damn show-off vampire.

I didn’t reply, and for a moment, neither of us said anything. He held his palm up, and, knowing what he wanted, I sighed in defeat and shifted to lay my arm on his desk. Slowly, with exaggerated carefulness, he slid back the purple sleeve to examine my bruise.

It was uncanny how exactly it matched the shape of my father’s hand – the shape of his hand gripping my arm to restrain me.

“Come on, Daddy – can’t we go see them now?” I begged. I had been starting to feel homesick, even though I was home now, but more than ever, I missed the large family that I had grown so used to.

“Not today, honey. Maybe tomorrow,” he said for maybe the thousandth time.

“But tomorrow I have school!”

“Then you’ll see them at school.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“No – I’ll only see Edward. I do miss him, but what about Esme and Carlisle ? Or my other brothers and sisters.”

I covered my mouth with my hands, ashamed at having let that slip. I was so used to calling them my brothers and sisters that it slipped out now, even though he had clearly expressed his distaste for my sudo-family.

“Ravyn, I’ve hardly gotten any time with you, and you want to go back and see them?”

“Daddy, I-”

“They had you for a whole year now, and I haven’t seen you once since then,” he growled, suddenly furious.

“I’ll see them tomorrow,” I said quietly, “no big deal.”

“No, be my guest,” he said in a patronizing tone. “Go and run back to your family. I’m just your father. I’ll live.”

“Daddy, don’t-”

“Just go, Ravyn.”

For a moment, I listened to him. I was suddenly furious myself, at how difficult he was being. I’d lived with them for over a year, that was bound to leave its mark. He could have at least let me call them.

I turned and headed for the door, my shiny new car in my sights. He came up from behind me, so quietly I didn’t know he was there until he had grabbed my wrist. The sharp pain that exploded made me gasp, and he spun me around to face him.

“Now you listen to me – I don’t want you going there. They’re trying to keep you away from me – you’re real father. They’re nothing but a bunch of monsters and liars.”

“Don’t you talk about them like that,” I screamed in reply.

For a minute, I thought he was going to slap me. He hadn’t changed at all – just as angry, just as stone faced. The only difference was that he was sober this time. His face all but turned red with fury, his lips pursed together and his eyes bulged as he squeezed my arm tighter and tighter.

And then he let go, and the sudden rushing of blood through my veins made my head whirl. One moment he was in front of me, and the next minute he was gone. I stood there, cradling my bruising arm against my chest and gasping for what felt like hours. Finally, when I decided he wasn’t coming back, I checked the clock and decided to go to bed.

In the morning, he still wasn’t back.

“Is there a problem?” The teacher called, clearing her throat.

“No, there is not,” Edward said through his teeth.

The bell rang suddenly, and Edward jumped up from his seat. He shoved his books in his bag and then waited as I slowly mimicked him. Saved by the bell, I thought.



I paced outside her classroom door anxiously, waiting for her to emerge. Finally she did, as if she was deliberately slow. I guided her down the hallway and out the front doors, through the parking lot and to my car. Wordlessly, I got in and waited as she sat in shotgun.

“Where are we going?” She asked quietly as we sped along the highway.

“To your house,” I answered. “I have some things to…discuss with your father.”

“Edward,” she groaned, “it was an accident! How many times do I have to say it?”

“Even if it was an accident,” I allowed, because I didn’t entirely believe her, “I still need to speak with him. He needs to be more careful.”

“Don’t yell at him,” she begged. “He didn’t mean it – he forgot how strong he was.”

We pulled up outside her house. I took a moment to breathe deeply, in and out, twice, before opening my eyes.



I walked Edward to his car with dread in the pit of my stomach. He’d been furious with Daddy, and Daddy was just as furious with him. Edward argued that he should have had more control. Daddy argued that Edward and his “damn pack of monsters” should butt out. I listened silently from upstairs – they had tried to keep it private, but I don’t think there was a soul on the block who hadn’t heard them.

“If anything happens, don’t hesitate to call,” he said sternly, pausing at the door of his car.

“Nothing will happen,” I insisted for the hundredth time. But I knew what was happening. I knew the look in Daddy’s eyes when I walked past him with Edward. He was angry, and I could tell. Maybe Edward couldn’t – he was always good at hiding it around strangers, but he never fooled me.

He pulled me into a tight hug, the kind between a close brother and sister. I hugged back, wondering morbidly if it would be our last. He pulled back, as if hesitant to leave me. Like he knew what might happen, but he didn’t have the proof to take me now. I wished he did, but then I knew I couldn’t avoid Daddy.

“I love you,” I whispered. I knew he didn’t know the truth – the real meaning behind my words. He might have assumed it was just an “I love you” that siblings exchange. But to me, it meant much more.

He smiled a small smile in reply, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He couldn’t quite mask the dread in the dark depths as he told me, “Love you too, Ray.” His smile vanished, and he frowned as he glanced in the direction of the house. His eyes narrowed, but again, I was sure he didn’t have proof against my father. No doubt he was controlling his thoughts, too.

“Bye,” I said in a raspy whisper. My heart said goodbye too, wishing that I could tell him my fears. If I could, then maybe he would whisk me away and take me to the safe confines of the large antique house I’d grown used to.

“See you tomorrow,” he said dismissively, smiling quickly once more and ducking into his car. I stepped back and watched from the curb as his car pulled away. A tear ran down my cheek as I contemplated what was coming and the possibility that I might never see my brother again.

Daddy hadn’t come close to killing me before – not when he was human. But now that he was infinitely more powerful, with hands like vises and teeth like blades. I gulped hugely once before turning back to the house and slowly making my way up the steps.



I paused within a cluster of trees, quietly approaching the mountain lion. He was completely unaware, hunched over the remains of the deer he had killed an hour before. Its heart beat loud and warm in its chest, and the sloppy noises it made as it ripped through the meat and sinew of the deer almost made him more appealing.

I was close enough to feel the vibrations it made as it moved. I could smell both the hot smell of his blood and the decay of the deer beneath him. Something in my pocket buzzed, breaking my concentration.

The startled mountain lion jumped at the sound, whirling around to defend his dinner. He bared his teeth, and as I fished around in my pocket for the phone, I growled a warning at him. I turned and darted twenty yards into the trees before answering my phone. I didn’t take the time to read the caller ID, I just flipped it open angrily and growled into the receiver.

“What is it? I was this close to a mountain lion and- Ravyn?” My anger transformed into worry as I heard her heavy, raspy breathing in the earpiece.

“Edward,” she whispered, her throat dry.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” I was already running, prepared to run back home if something had happened. If he had laid one finger on her…

“Edward,” she repeated, louder this time. The way her breath wheezed through her mouth made me anxious. “I need you.”

“Why? What happened? I’m begging you, Ravyn, you tell me what happened.”

“He-he’s gone,” she cried, her voice cracking once.

“Who’s gone?”

Her voice lowered to a barely audible whisper, “Daddy.”

“What did he do?” I roared, suddenly furious.

“Just come and get me, Edward. Please,” her heavy breathing escalated to sobbing as she tried to speak through agonized lips.

“I’ll be there before you know it. Don’t worry,” I vowed, already in my car.

“Please, Edward. It hurts,” she whimpered.

Suddenly, my emotions were a combination of fury and horror.

“He hurt you?” I snarled.

She did not answer my question, but made a little sound in the back of her throat, as if confirming my question. For a moment, all either of us could hear was the mad accelerating of my car.

“I’ll be right there,” I vowed once more, then snapped the phone shut. I let it fall to the floor of the car, and put the pedal to the floor and drove as fast as possible.