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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.


15. Chapter 14: Bruises

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Alice barely got in a “Look, Edward-” before I cut her off.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I thundered, keeping my furious gaze on the road.

“It’s just another of my holes,” she explained calmly.

Just another of your holes?” I hissed. She acted like it was nothing.

“I don’t see things all the time!”

“So, what, you mean to tell me is that her father is a werewolf now?” I asked, sarcastic.

“No! I just…I don’t know. I can’t tell right now. All I can see is that she’s in a dark room somewhere – in her house – crying and huddled on the floor. It’s too dark – I can’t tell what’s going on. I know that she’s alone – but that’s about it.”

“I’m sorry, Alice. I just…” I trailed off, not knowing how to sum up how scared I was.

“I’m afraid too, Edward. Don’t worry. She’s alive – and she will be for the rest of the future I can tell. She’s just hurt and scared.”

“Can’t you go over there yourself? I don’t want her by herself – it’ll probably take me at least fifteen more minutes to get there. You could be there in two.”

“No – Jasper and I are hunting about fifty miles away, you’ll get there sooner.”

“Right,” I said simply, and snapped the phone shut. I sped up, going impossibly faster, and felt a little more relieved as I passed the city welcome sign. It was dark out – nearly midnight – and the town was silent. Eerily, it seemed to make me all the more anxious, and I sped up.


I screeched to a stop at the curb outside her house. Before the engine had entirely stopped, I was out of the car, bounding up the steps and breaking into the front door.

As soon as I opened the door, I could smell the sweet scent of blood permeating air.


I raced up the stairs, following the smell. It led me to a closed door at the end of the hallway, where I could make out soft whimpering.

Throwing open the door, my eyes scanned the room until I found her.

She was huddled in a corner, wrapped in a thin blanket, and shaking. Her terrified eyes looked up at me, wide and moist, and a small strangled sob escaped her lips. I was at her side in a flash, my eyes scanning over the skin that was exposed to check for damage. All I could find was a gash at her forehead, surrounded by streaks of dried blood, and a few bruises on her cheekbones and neck.

In that moment, all I could do was pull my sister to me, holding her tight and comforting her. She cried into my shoulder blade, her sobs muffled by my shirt.


I closed the door to Ravyn’s room and stepped into the hall. I could hear her slow, even breathing from here, and even detect the faint wheezing as the air rasped against her throat. She was finally asleep, after being drug to the hospital and undergoing x-rays and cat scans from Carlisle. He’d taken off work early just so that he could make sure nothing happened.

The x-rays didn’t show anymore than what was expected. Surprisingly, she only had a few broken bones. The bruises made everything look worse, but there was really no damage. A few broken fingers, a broken collar bone, fractured ribs, and bruises head-to-toe.

I entered Carlisle’s study, and he was intently examining the x-rays from earlier. He did not look up when I came in, but pulled the x-rays closer to his face – although it wasn’t necessary.

“Is she finally asleep?” He asked without looking at me.

“Yes,” I sighed, sitting in the arm chair opposite him. “Alice is with her now.”

“Did she ever say what happened?”

I frowned. “No, not yet. Every time we ask she changes the subject.”

Carlisle did not speak out loud, not wanting the others to hear his opinions. I have my suspicions – but you’re not going to like them.

“Shoot,” I said sarcastically. “I’ll find them out soon enough anyways.”

I warned you. He paused before continuing in his mind. From the way the bruises around the pelvic area are placed, I’d say it’s highly probable she was raped.

My breath escaped in a hiss.

But the worst part is, he continued as if I had not reacted, that she could not have been raped by anyone. No – a human could not have done this. Which means it was probably –

“Stop,” I begged. I knew what he was trying to say. I turned and fled from the room, seeking Ravyn’s comfort.

She was still sleeping – of that I was sure. Alice was seated in the chair at her bedside, holding the hand with the least amount of broken bones. With a huff, she reluctantly stood and let me sit in her place.

I took my sister’s hand in mine, gently kneading the muscles. She seemed to smile in response, though she was undoubtedly asleep.

So much like Bella, I thought. She was so much like her, though she didn’t look the part. Her eyes were green rather than brown, yet with the same enormous depth in them, like you could stare for miles into her soul. Her hair was darker, closer to black, and shorter, but still smooth and silky. Her face was different, with lips that were closer together in size, whereas Bella’s lower lip always jutted out in a permanent pout. Her face was not heart shaped, but more even, yet still small and delicate.

Though she was physically different than Bella, their minds were alike in so many ways.

Just as I had Bella, I could not hear Ravyn’s thoughts. Sometimes it bugged me that I could not know what she was thinking, but I’d had practice and was very much used to it.

Their reactions were almost identical.

Instead of being afraid of a houseful of vampires, she thrived in their presence and called them brother and sister, mother and father. She was just as selfless, thinking only of the wellbeing of others rather than her own. And she was a glutton for pain.

Ravyn stirred in her sleep, and Alice was there in a flash to keep her from rolling over. If she had allowed it, Ravyn would have been in immense pain, putting different pressures on the bruises and fractures and broken bones.

“Thanks, Alice,” I said with a sigh.

I have to be good for something, don’t I? I feel so…normal, what with missing everything. I didn’t even know Ravyn was in trouble until she decided to call you.

“Why do you think that…that is?” I wondered aloud.

I’m not sure. All I knew was that her father was saying something to her, and then he decided something and the whole future shifted and I couldn’t see her anymore. I could feel that she was still alive, but there was a black spot where her future should have been. And then, abruptly, it was gone a few hours later when she decided she needed to call you.

“But what happened in between?” I asked, frustrated.

“I’m sorry, Edward. I don’t know.”

My eyes flashed between both my sisters, then rested on the bedridden one. Her chest moved steadily up and down, with an occasional trouble. Sometimes she would wince, when she had breathed too deeply and disrupted her fractured ribs.

As I watched my sister sleep, two things became apparent to me.

One, she was too much like Bella. Too much like her in the way that I still felt some of the same feelings. Too much like her in the way that I was just as overprotective, worrying her every move. Too much like her in the way that I was constantly reminded of my broken heart.

Two, she was too much like her in the way that I could not doubt to myself that I loved her. I knew she was crazy about me, and felt bad that I could not return the gesture. But maybe, all along, I hadn’t been admitting to myself what I truly felt.

I looked up at Alice, and she was grinning ear-to-ear. “I knew it!” She nearly screeched. She made sure she was quiet enough not to disrupt Ravyn, but her excitement was nearly tangible.

I did not need to see her mind to know what she had seen.