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"I'm glad you're here, Mom."
Renée scooted closer to me on the bed, wrapping her arm around me, as if to cradle me tighter.
"So am I, honey. I just wish it was under better circumstances." I looked down at my lap, staring at my raggedy fingernails, and heard Renée's appalled intake of breath.
"I'm so sorry, Bella, I didn't mean to mention it." I could hear the tears in her voice. I swallowed to keep my own from spilling.
"Its fine, Mom," I choked out, "Its not that big of a deal, really. I'm fine."
"Bella, look at me." She turned my face, gently, to look into my eyes. "It was a big deal. It is a big deal. Someone hurt you. You are not alright. I know you well enough to know you're hurting. I know how well you can hide your hurts. I saw you last winter, when Edward...." she paused, trying to find the words that would hurt me less, "...when you were all alone here..." she took my hand and rubbed it, "I know you're trying to hide everything away, to keep from hurting. Honey, you're going to have to let it out, otherwise, its all going to come crashing down on you, sooner or later."
I couldn't help myself. Already, the tears were welling in my eyes at her kinds words and the tenderness she was bestowing upon me. They spilled over my face as I remembered everything that had happened in the past few hours, and the whole story came spilling out of my mouth, everything I could remember. I sobbed, all of my emotions that I had kept hidden this morning with Emmett, Rosalie, and Edward broke through my brick wall. Renée stroked my hair, listening to every word, and I felt her own warm tears join my own, falling onto the blanket wrapped around the both of us.
I wasn't sure how I could keep this hidden from Edward.
My first thought was to go on a little vacation with Jasper to Isle Esme, just to be safe, but I knew I couldn't leave now, not with Bella as emotionally broken as she was. I could hear her crying with Renée from the dining room, where my family sat, clustered around our mock dinner table, starting a family discussion.
Carlisle folded his hands on the table, ready to begin.
"All of you know what happened last night. Bella was attacked, and taken advantage of by the men she met in Port Angeles a year ago. With the help of Seth and Leah Clearwater, plus the rest of the pack, Edward and Jasper were able to find Bella, though not before the men were able to escape." There was a growl from where Edward sat, next to Carlisle, and Jasper put a hand on his shoulder in an effort to calm him.
"Fortunately," Carlisle continued, "we were able to.... deal.... with the perpetrators." Rosalie smirked at his choice of words, no doubt picturing the encounter in her mind.
"I have administered a variety of tests, and she seems to be getting along as well as to be expected. She has no internal damage, other than that to her spirit. She went through a terrible ordeal, and it will be difficult for her to recover emotionally without our help. I know that all of you," - he shot a look at Rose - "will be willing to help her get better."
I turned to look at Jasper, but caught Edward's eye instead. Oh crap.
Of course Edward would automatically tune into my mind. I immediately thought of my last few seconds in the woods with Jasper, how the wind ruffled through his thick blond hair, his beautiful scent of sandalwood and cinnamon swirling around me, the warmth of his skin on mine, his soft lips giving against mine....
Edward looked away abruptly, embarrassed. Jazz caught the backlash of his emotion, and gave me a confused look. I winked at him, and he smirked, the corners of his golden eyes tilting up slightly, wrinkling the silver scars on his face.
"Well, I believe we're done here," Carlisle ended, getting up from his seat, "although, I think it best we all remained downstairs and let Bella and Renée have their reunion." Everyone started to get up, Rosalie and Emmett heading outside for the garage, Esme to the kitchen to make a meal for Renée's arrival, and Jasper, after giving Edward a final pat on the back, came around the table to help me out of my chair. I gave a last glance at Edward, who was still sitting in his seat, gazing at his hands on top of the table, and sighed. This was going to be harder than it looked.
A/N: kinda short? yes. More to come? Yes. Sooner than it took this time? Totally. Are you gonna review? Yes. Did I like the Twilight Movie? I freaking loved it. Am I serious? Am I ever anything but? :)