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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.


16. Chapter 15: The Truth Hurts Worse.

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As I felt my mind drift from unconsciousness to consciousness, I became more aware of things. My surroundings. Myself.

The first thing that came was the aching pain.

My fingers did not hurt anymore – it felt like they were wrapped in numbing cotton…or gauze maybe…My ribs did not ache. I tried breathing deeply, and they stung only a bit. The gash on my face did not burn. I moved the muscles in my forehead, testing the area. I could feel the gentle tugging of stitches, and the small ache as the skin slowly tried to repair itself.

The bruises were the worst.

Lying still as I did, I did not feel them at first. I wondered if maybe it had all been a dream, that maybe I had tripped. But then I remembered it clearly, and knew that it had actually happened. My father-

My eyes flashed open, and I looked for something to avert my thoughts. Edward was beside me – always the overbearing brother – and Alice stood beside him, leaning against the wall with a smirk on her lips.

“How are you feeling?” Edward asked quietly, grabbing my hand and rubbing the back of it with his thumbs.

It took me a minute to find my voice, and when I did, it came out dry and crackly. “Fine,” I rasped.

“Does anything hurt?” He persisted, his eyebrows pulling together and creating a crease on his forehead.

“No, Edward,” I sighed with a smile, “I’m fine.”

A smile broke through his carefully composed face, and then he lost the charade altogether and his expression shifted to relief.

“I was so worried,” I explained. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

I grinned and replied, “I won’t.”

“And of course I felt helpless,” Alice said, speaking for the first time. “What happened that I couldn’t see?” The both of them were serious again, waiting for my answer.

I panicked, and I felt my heart beat into overdrive in my chest, and my breathing accelerate. My ribs protested, aching with each breath in and out.

They were worried now, and Alice flitted to my other side to calm me.

“Shhh, calm down,” She whispered, stroking my hair.

“You didn’t see?” I nearly screamed, hysterical. Alice’s eyes flashed up to Edward’s, the unspoken question in her eyes.

I didn’t have to be a mind reader like him to know what she had been thinking.

“Carlisle couldn’t tell? Am I the only one who knows?”

“No,” Alice said, her voice panicky, “he couldn’t tell what happened. He only said you might have been…”

“How can he not tell? There’s bruises all over me! Couldn’t he tell from the blood?”

“Ravyn, calm down,” Carlisle said, suddenly in the room. “You need to tell us what happened, and who did it to you.”

My hysterics suddenly turned into sobs as I remembered. The fear. The pain. The betrayal.

I took a deep breath, and my lungs stung in protest. “It was…” I took another breath and finished, “Daddy.” My voice came out as a raspy whisper, but I knew they’d heard.

“Good,” Carlisle encouraged me. “Now, tell us what happened.”

I shook my head quickly, feeling a stab of pain in my collar bone.

“Please,” he begged, his calm façade going to pieces.

I worked to calm myself, and, with a lot of effort, managed to find my voice again.

“I was…just getting home from school,” I gulped then continued, “And he was there, waiting for me. He had this…this look in his eyes – it wasn’t normal. It was…terrifying,” I whimpered, shivering once. “Then he lifted me up in his arms like…like I was a little child, and looked at me with that same look. He carried me up the stairs,” my voice broke, and I cleared my throat before continuing, “And…into th-the…bedroom.” I felt the tears streaming down my face now as I continued. “Then set me on the bed and…”

The three vampires gasped simultaneously.

It was an odd thing – I’d never once seen a vampire be surprised. Not in this way at least, though I’d seen them be shocked on other occasions. When I burst out of the house that first day, when I’d accepted to live with them, when he showed up – but never horrified like now.

Edward was the first to react – his expression shifted from surprise to fury in the blink of an eye. He was on his seat, the chair toppling over behind him, and then he was gone.

Carlisle was next - he turned to stare after his son, and then glanced back at me.

“I’d better go make sure he doesn’t do anything rash,” he said grimly, his face expressionless. He leaned down to kiss me on the forehead like a father – a real father – would, and then sped away after his moody son.

Alice was last, falling to pieces upon impact. Her eyes gleamed, like she was about to cry but couldn’t – as I very well knew she couldn’t – and her lip trembled with grief. She said nothing but climbed onto the bed beside me and curled up at my side. I patted her hair, trying to soothe my favorite sister.

Oddly enough, I was perfectly calm. After revealing the secret – the true horror – I was not upset, or in anyway emotional. It was liberating, like removing a heavy load from my back. So now I was revealing my sister, stricken with grief at my own misfortune and her mistakes.



“Any luck?” Esme asked quietly, trying not to reveal her heartbreak. Ravyn was like her own daughter – just as she was to Carlisle. Just as she was my own sister.

“No,” I growled, frustrated. “We couldn’t find him.”

“Did you pick up a trail at the very least?” She asked, seeming to hang on my answer.

“We did, but then it ended at the water, and he could have gone anywhere.”

“Don’t worry,” she said confidently, “We’ll find him and make him pay.”

I smiled a half-hearted smile at my mother, almost able to laugh at how odd the threat sounded in her soft voice that was usually used for motherly things. But my smile faded quickly, and worry returned. How could I sit down and rest when that monster was still out there?

From up the stairs, I heard a weak voice call my name. It was nearly a whisper, but I heard it regardless, and was sprinting up the stairs in a second. Just as I was about to enter her room, Alice stepped out and gave me a look.

From the bed, Ravyn opened her mouth, about to speak again. Then I stepped in the doorway, and she closed her mouth and smiled weakly at me.

“Is something wrong?” I asked quickly, my eyes scanning the room.

“No,” she said simply.

“Then why did you call me?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” she said quietly.

Recognition dawned across my face, and I quickly sat down in the chair beside her bed.

Neither of us knew what to say as a conversation starter – I didn’t think “Oh, nice weather isn’t it? Wetter than usual I suppose,” would suffice. Finally, she cleared her throat once and got straight to the point.

“Edward,” she started, pausing to take a deep breath, as if she were preparing to tell a ghastly secret, “I love you.” She pronounced each word separately and distinctly, to make sure I understood her full meaning.

Ever the thick-headed, dim-witted (for a vampire, at least) idiot that I was, I cracked an oblivious smile and said, “I love you, too.”

She shook her head slowly, and I felt the smile drain from my lips. “Not that way, Edward. I love you. More than…a brother.”

“Oh,” I exhaled in a gust, and felt my eyes widen in realization.

She locked my gaze with hers, her penetrating emerald eyes holding mine with undeniable force. “I need to know if you feel the same way. I know you still love her – whoever she is, and I think I can accept that. But I think,” she corrected herself, “I know that you love me, too. Maybe not the same way, but pretty close.”

I took in a deep breath, and my voice sounded shaky as I said, “Ravyn, you’re my sister.”

“No – you’re not. Carlisle and Esme adopted both of us – though it means something different for me than it does for you – but we’re not related. I have,” she corrected herself again, “had a brother, Edward. And it’s not you.”

I didn’t reply, but could not look away from her penetrating gaze.

“I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me as more than a sister,” she ordered, her voice low and serious. Her eyes watered, but she blinked them away and held my gaze.

“Ravyn…I,” I didn’t know how to frame my words. I didn’t know how to tell her she was right. “I do love you. But, not matter how much I try to deny it, I still love Bella. She hurt me, but I still love her. But I think,” I corrected myself, “I know that I love you, too.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” she said in a satisfied whisper, leaning forward towards me. I didn’t want her to put pressure on her injuries and closed the gap for her, pressing my lips to hers.

In that moment, there was no doubt in my head that I loved Ravyn, or that she loved me. However, there was no doubt that I still loved Bella, though she left me for that dog. Selfishly, so much so that I felt guilty to be kissing her while thinking this, I still wished it was Bella I was kissing. But she was happy.

Why shouldn’t I be happy, too?