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    Where's My Happy Ending?

        “ The three on my back: we got into an argument. I was holding Owen and when Jacob phased I had a split second. It was either me or Owen. I don’t remember all of the other ones on my back. But that wasn’t all.”

        “ What do you mean?” Alice snarled, speaking for the first time. I looked down, I didn’t want to answer that. I couldn’t. Alice sensed that and she decided to help me. “ Did he hurt the kids?” she asked. I shook my head.
        
        “ No. He’d threaten me with them though.” I answered her quietly. She growled, and thought.
        
        “ Rose?” she asked. I closed my eyes, and couldn’t stop the tear that slipped through. She was talking about Rosalie’s story, how she turned into a vampire. Her fiancé and his friends were drunk and they had raped her. Alice was asking if that had happened to me. The tear was enough of an answer for Alice, and she pulled me into a hug. I couldn’t stop the sobs that came out then. She held me and stroked my hair aimlessly. I knew that she was plotting revenge.
        
        “ You can’t kill him.” I said. She snarled and I heard her mutter, “ To hell I can’t.” I shook my head. “ He’s in jail.” She pulled away from me, and looked at me. I pointed to my stomach. “ Embry came in and saw the house covered in blood. He went searching and found me. I had been able to reach the crowbar I’d hidden under the bed, and knocked out Jacob, but not until after he had stabbed. He in for attempt of murder, and I would’ve had him for abuse too, but I couldn’t bare to go through the trial.”

        “ Why?” she asked me, obviously thinking I was insane for not giving him more time.

        “ If I did that, then my kids would have to get on the stand. I wouldn’t be able to handle that. Especially not Owen.” Alice’s eyes asked more questions. I sighed. “ When he was six, he and Embry had had a fight-Embry would take the kids for us, he knew we fought, he just didn’t know the extent of it-and he’d walked home. He walked in, and heard yelling and a thump. And, he came in, and saw Jacob leaving through the back door, and me on the floor of the bathroom.”

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