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In the Arms of an Angel...

Summary:
CH: 1 Bella POV: The beating was brutal. But so was every other one. Charlie hated me to a point of abuse. Rated Teen for violence and maybe a little swearing and romance scenes in later chapters... ;) CHAPTER FOUR IN VALIDATION!!!!!!! :)


Notes:
I own an edward cutout, an edward pillow, and the plot. I, however, do NOT own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer, Bella, Edward, or carlisle... *tear*


2. Chapter 2

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She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
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Bella POV:
“Well, when I was 15, two years ago, my mom died in a car crash. I was sent here along with my sister to live with my dad. He was abusive of us. He beaten us, starved us, and enslaved us. One day he went too far and…” I burst into tears. I couldn’t finish my sentence. Alice put her bony arm around me and Jasper stared at me. I suddenly felt better. I wiped my tears away. I took a deep shaky breath and continued.
“…He killed my sister. She was only 7! The police haven’t caught him yet, if I protested against him, I would be next. So I said nothing. He hates me even more and doubled the beatings. Two years later, here I am.” I said, tears pouring from my face. Esme looked like she was about to cry. Carlisle came up to me.
“Well if Charlie beats you, why can’t you just tell the police?” he asked.
“Because he will kill me.” I said. Carlisle looked upset.
“Well, may I fix up any cuts? We don’t want you in pain.” He asked. I looked around and nodded. Everyone except Alice and Edward left.
“Alice, can you go get my doctors bag? Bella, where does it hurt?” He asked. Alice nodded and ran off.
“ Everywhere.” I whispered. He rolled my sleeves up and gasped. Carlisle gently moved his cold, hard hand down my arm. Alice came back with the bag and gave it to Carlisle. He got out a cloth and dipped it in alcohol.
“Sit still please.” Carlisle said, rubbing the cloth down my arm. It hurt badly, but I obeyed him. He dried my arm off and wrapped it in a bandage. He did the same to the other arm.
“Does your legs hurt?” he asked. I nodded.
“Okay, then you have to change into some shorts so I can work on them.” he told me, then looking at Alice. She nodded and grabbed my hand, bringing me upstairs. Alice went in her closet and brought out a pair of shorts.
“Change in the closet.” she told me, lightly pushing me in the closet. I shut the door and slipped off my jeans. I pulled on the shorts and tied the string so it stayed up. I came out and Alice was gone. I went downstairs and went over to Carlisle. He smiled and lifted me up onto the counter. He rubbed alcohol on my wounds and wrapped them in bandage too.
“There you go, would you like something to eat?” Carlisle asked.
“Yes please. And thank you.” I said, smiling at him. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out some ingredients. I hopped down and sat at the table. Edward pulled a chair up beside me.
“So, Bella, are you okay?” he asked carefully, like his words could hurt me.
“I guess. Why do you care though? You don’t even know me.” I said, my eyes welling up. He looked hurt.
“Because I care about you.” he said simply. I didn’t say anything, just wondered why he cared. He got up and went upstairs. Esme came downstairs and sat by me.
“Bella, honey, you may come here whenever you want, okay? Alice seems to like you and we want you and her to be happy.” she said, with much concern.
“Thank you Esme.” I replied.
“Please, call me mom. Since you lost yours, I will be a mother to you.” She said, hugging me gently. I started to cry, but this time, out of joy. Carlisle came in with some soup and crackers. I smiled and started eating. The soup made a warm path down my throat. Esme left me to eat. I finished quickly and went over to the sink and started to do the dishes. Carlisle came in and smiled.
“Bella, honey, I’ll do that. You go lay down for a while. I’ll wake you up in a couple hours.” he said, taking the sponge and soap out of my hands. I went into the living room and laid down on the couch. I didn’t realize how tired I was until I closed my eyes…