You Redeem Me now has two betas! I'd like to thank MelissaMargaret and HollettLA for being my betas. I never realized certain mistakes I've made while writing. They are absolutely wonderful and deserve to be bowed down to for all the work they are putting into this for me.
Before you read WARNING! This story contains some violence. The story is about healing, so nothing is descriptive, but it is mentioned in multiple chapters. It revolves around Esme healing from abuse and sexual assault, so if you'd rather not read that, back out now. Once again, there are no graphic descriptions of said acts.
It's also rated M for adult situations, language, and LEMONS in the future, nice lemons to, so be warned.
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Forks, Washington was a small town located in the heart of the Olympic Peninsula between the Olympic Mountains and Pacific Ocean. With a population of about three thousand people, it was the epitome of a small town even down to the three police officers and everyone knowing your name and status.
I didn't wake up one day and think "How about I move to the smallest and rainiest town I can find on Google?" No, I never intended to finish my residency and move to a place where my years of trauma surgery training would go to waste. I was asked here by a good friend, a fellow doctor with whom I went to school back east in Boston. His name is Edward Masen and if I didn't love him like a brother, I'd probably rather kill him for dragging me here.
It's not that I don't enjoy the small town life or the amazing scenery because I do. I just missed the fast pace of my old life. Honestly, I wasn't giving up anything except a job at one of the best hospitals in the country. I had no family and Edward was basically my only friend. I was needed here now, so I came with every intention of leaving once I was no longer needed.
"Catch!" Edward yelled, throwing a wadded up piece of paper at me. We were sitting at the nurse's station in the middle of the abandoned ER. It was just us and three nurses who were nowhere in sight. I quickly caught the wad of paper before it could make contact with my head.
"How old are you again?" I asked.
He smirked, running a hand through his mane of untamable bronze hair. The man needed a haircut since I met him when I was seventeen. That was fourteen years ago and my third year as an undergraduate. Yes, I was that kid who skipped a few grades and went to college before he could even drive, all so I could have an amazing career as one of the world's best trauma surgeons. I was now working in just about every department of the hospital – my most routine surgical procedure being a hernia repair. It wasn't very amazing or glamorous, but it at least it helped the patient.
Isn't that what I had wanted when I was younger? To just help people who couldn't help themselves?
"Carlisle? Are you even listening to me?" He snapped his fingers in front of his own face. I knocked his feet off the counter with a smirk.
"I recall you saying something about your sister?" I asked, trying to remember what he had been saying.
"Yeah, Esme, you remember her right?"
I nodded. I remembered Esme perfectly.
She was younger than me by five years and nine years younger than Edward. Esme was still a teenager when I met her for the first time. I was twenty-two and Edward and I were in our last year of medical school at Harvard. She had been visiting, touring the campus since she was a junior in high school. I felt like a pervert the first time I saw her. She was beautiful with caramel-colored hair that was cut to her shoulders in waves and green eyes the same shade as her brother's. I was enamored with her, and I felt horrible for it because she was still a minor. I still wondered if she was just a few years older, and wasn't my best friend's sister, what would have happened. She liked me – I knew she did. You could tell by the way she would blush any time I entered a room in our small apartment. Lord help her, she was so amazing.
"Anyway, I'm trying to convince her to move here and dump that jackass of a boyfriend. She's so fucking stubborn, though. 'Oh, I love the city' she says." He scoffed. "It's Seattle! Honestly, what is there to love about it?"
"I like it."
He smirked. "Yeah, because you hate it here."
"I don't hate it here," I said. "I just miss the bigger cities."
"I know you have privileges at Harborview." He laughed. "Are you hoping to jump ship?"
"I'm not going anywhere," I replied. "The privileges are for our patients that this hospital doesn't have the capabilities to treat. If they need a better hospital, I can treat them there."
"And that lease I just so happened to see on the counter in the kitchen a few days ago?"
"You went through my briefcase?"
"No! You had it out."
"It was just a thought. You never know when you might need a place to stay in Seattle," I lied.
I had considered renting the place and moving to Harborview permanently, but I wasn't going to do that. I was needed here. The privileges were for our patients.
Forks was a small town and, if a patient needed a better hospital, I could still treat them there. The residents of Forks trusted me, and many were small-town minded. They didn't trust easy and, when I first arrived, it was hard for any of them to let me examine them because I was new. If something happened to one of them, such as an injury we couldn't treat here, I could still be their doctor.
"Yeah, whatever." He rolled his eyes. "So how do I convince her to move here?"
"It doesn't sound like she wants to."
"No shit, Sherlock," he replied. "It's that boyfriend of hers; he's a controlling dickhead. I don't even know why she's with him."
"Sounds to me like you're feeling a little left out." I smirked. "She's a grown-up Edward. She doesn't need her big brother to protect her anymore."
"See, that's where you're wrong. She does need me to protect her – from that asshole. He's bad news, I can feel it."
"Have you even met him?"
"No, but she's called me crying in the middle of the night multiple times in the past few weeks because of him. She started to ask me to come get her on the last call, and then she abruptly changed her mind when I heard a door slam." He paused. "I'm actually worried."
"Is he hurting her?" I asked, suddenly feeling a rage I had never felt before.
"I hope to God not. I'm going to visit her this weekend and try to figure out a way to get her here. She might like it here."
"She's an interior designer, Edward. How will she make a living here?" I asked.
"She could open a flower shop. God knows, she's always loved flowers. When she was little, that was her dream."
"She's an adult, Edward. Don't you think it's up to her what she wants in life?"
He glared. "You're supposed to be my friend, agree with me for Christ's sake."
"Fine, I agree with you; and if you do get her to move here, I'll move out."
"I didn't say that."
"I'm not being rude by saying that. I just mean if you can get her to move here, he can live with you until she finds her own way. God knows. I need to. How long have I been mooching off of you now?" I asked with a laugh.
"You pay half the mortgage, which means it's not mooching. But thanks, man. That gives me options."
"For what it's worth, I hope you can get her away from her boyfriend… if he's as bad as you say."
"I'm pretty sure he's worse."
"We have a patient!" Marcy, one of the nurses, smiled as she laid a chart on the counter.
"Mine," I said, taking the chart before he could. At this point, it could be a kid with a crayon up his nose and I'd be happy.