Chapter 9: Different

Nessie's POV

No matter what I did I couldn't calm my brother down. He was certain that my mother was going to hurt him and not want him anymore. It was heartbreaking and even made me start to cry.

He cried and all I could do was watch helplessly. Even though every bone in my body hurt right now I managed to lift the boy, place him on my lap and carry him over to the couch. I felt so utterly useless and helpless. I wanted to do something to help hik but nothing would work.

"It's okay. It's okay" I repeated over and over again.

"No it's not" he cried. "She is going to hurt me"

"No she isn't. She's different. She is not like them" I tried to tell him. But he didn't seem to be listening to me. I rubbed him in a soothing fashion hoping that would calm him down a little bit. It didn't seem to help in the least...sadly.

I heard someone open the door. I didn't pay much attention to who it was until my mother was at my side.

"What is going on? Why is he crying?" My mother asked, her voice laced with worry.

"He kind of had an accident in the bathroom and now he's afraid of how you will react" I said in complete despair.

"Don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me!" he cried as if my words had remined him what he was upset about.

His pleas were utterly heartbreaking as they always were. My mother took him into her arms and his cries only got louder and more terrified. My heart just broke into smaller and smaller pieces.

She only hugged him as he cried. She kissed him a few times. The heartbroken and helpless expression on her face was almost as sad as Andy's crying and pleas. I wished there was something I could do. Something that would help.

"You're. Not. Going. To. Hurt. Me?" his crying had turned into sniffles and hiccups.

"No I'm not. I would never hurt you the way they did. I love you. You're my boy" she told him.

I knew that it was going to take more then just words to help my little brother. He needed help. Professional help. I needed that to. I had 14 yeas of pain, misery, and bullying. It haunted me and my dreams to. I lived through so much pain and suffering myself.

I winced in pain when I moved. It didn't escape my mother's notice either.

"Nessie are you okay?" she asked me.

"I'm fine" I lied. Why worry her with my problems right now?

I think she believed me but I couldn't tell for sure.

"Okay Nessie. I'm going to take Andy out for awhile so he could calm down some more. I promise I will be back soon though. Is that okay with you?" she asked me.

"Yes. Of course that is okay with me" Why wouldn't it be okay with me?

I watched as they left. Andy got scared and started to scream again as if he feared that she was going to hit him once I was out of sight.

Then I started to cry. No one should ever have to experience what he and I had. Abuse is just awful.

After a couple of minutes I decided to go clean the bathroom. Looking for the cleaning supplies took a few extra minutes.

I had to scrub the floor, walls, and anywhere I saw urine. This normally simple task felt extra painful today. I felt as if my bones were completely on fire. You know that sore feeling you get when you start excercising? Or any activity that requires you to use muscles that you never use? Well this probably 200 times more painful then that.

I was about to go back to bed when I was done only for the doorbell to ring. I groaned and grunted. All I wanted to do was go back to bed! Couldn't whoever it was understand that?!

I bit my tongue to stop myself from complaining as I approached the door. I opened it reluctantly.

"Be-"

It was a guy. An insanely handsome muscular guy. A guy that had stopped talking halfway through his word. We locked eyes and I was left breathless.

The guy did this weird kneeling thing. Weird, but oddly cute in a way. He was handsome, shirtless, muscular, shirtless, big, and did I say shirtless?

"Who are you?" he asked me.

"Renesmee or Nessie. Whichever you prefer. What is your name exactly?" I asked him.

"Jacob" he answered. "Nessie you're extremely beautiful. Actually 'beautful' doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of describing you"

I blushed.

"Thank you" I stuttered. "Jacob is there something I can help you with?"

He was silent for a few seconds before saying "I honestly don't even remember why I came here"

I fought back a laugh.

"I think you were about to say Bella's name when you got here"

"Oh right. Yeah I remember now. She is an old friend of mine and I came to see her. Not that it really matters anymore"

"Well she left awhile ago but she said she'd be back soon. I hope you don't mind waiting" I said.

"Not at all since you're here" he said and I blushed again.

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