The Other Twin

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Rory's POV -
Tears are still rolling down my face. I try to dry them with the hem of my shirt, but it doesn't work. My first instinct is to put on my boyfriends jacket. It still smells like him. I nuzzel into his scent. It's calming. And I like it. Once my tears have calmed down, I let out a slow breath. Dad knows. And that's okay. Because he can help. But I didn't tell him it was Isabella. Because I can't hurt him like that. I saw his face when he was in the hospital room. And when he saw my bruise. I can't rip him apart. So as much as I hate my sister, I can't tell on her because I love my dad too much. I know that I shouldn't have to hurt and let her get away because of someone else, but I am. Because that's what I need to do. Because seeing Dad hurt would be worse than any beating Bella could give. Shit. More tears are falling. At that moment, she walks into my room furious.
"Why do you always have to ruin everything?" she asks.
"Isabella. Not tonight. Please."
"You ruined my chance with Edward. I'm the one he should be with. Not you. You're just a small, insignificant f**got who's tricked him into thinking he likes you. Well he doesn't. He's just confused."
"Bella..." My sentence is cut off with her twisting my arm. I could probably fight her off, but I don't. I'm too tired. I just hiss in pain.
"Shut up. He doesn't want you, okay? Get it through your head. And if you can't, you know where the knives are. Or the cliffs near the reservation are pretty tall. I reckon in the right conditions the waves could keep you under."

"Leave," a new voice enters the room. I recognise it. It's the silky smooth voice of my boyfriend.
"What?"
"You heard me. Leave. Now." She let's go of my arm.
"How did you even get in here?"
"Doesn't matter. And if you tell anyone that I was here, or bother him, me or anyone in my family, then I will tell everyone your little secret."
"But Eddie.."
"Go." She leaves the room.
"Are you okay?"
"How are you here?"
"Window."
"My room is on the top floor."
"Climbed a tree, give me your arm."
"You climbed a- why?"
"I'll explain later. First I'm getting you to Carlisle."
"Nope. I'm not going to hospital."
"No need. His shifts over and he's at home."
"But my dad..."
"Is not going to know if we climb out the window and return soon."
"But..."
"No more buts." He climbed back out my window and pulled me up using my good arm.
"Get on my back."
"No. I'm going back in my room and going to sleep."
"You will. After we go to my house and Carlisle."
"I don't want anyone to know."
"They already do. Just get on my back and I'll explain when we're there."
"How?"
"Please Rory. Just get on my back and close your eyes." I begrudgingly follow his order, holding on tightly. I feel a lot of air rushing into my face and I'm tempted to open my eyes but think better of it. Suddenly, the rushing air stops, and I open my eyes to see a colossal house. He let's me off his back and we walk in.
"Carlisle!" he says loudly, and Dr Cullen appears.
"Rory. Nice to see you again."
"Hi, Dr Cullen."
"Please, call me Carlisle."
"Carlisle, I need you to check is arm."
"No, you don't. It's fine. Really."
"Then a simple look won't hurt." We walk past a kitchen and sitting room area, and into what looks like a doctor's office.
"Rory, if you could sit here please."
I sit on a chair and he drags over a table.
"Does it hurt if I touch it?"
"Not really."
"I'm going to need you to be honest with me so I can find the problem."
"Yeah, it hurts when you touch it."
"It looks a little swollen, but it's probably just a sprain. I'll get some ice to reduce the swelling and some bandages to compress it."
"Are you sure that's it?"
"Yes Edward, I'm sure."
"Really I'm fine."
"You will out ice on it and you will let me bandage you."
He walks to a cupboard and pulls out the bandages. He then goes to a first aid kit to get an instant ice pack. Edward sits down beside me, "Nice jacket." I laugh.
"Thank you."
"I do recognise it though."
"I'm sure you do." I lay my head on his chest. Carlisle comes back to my arm and puts on the ice. Five minutes later, the swelling has gone down a little and he wraps the bandage around my wrist. Edward kisses my head. We stay like that for a while further, until I say, "I should be getting home."
"You could."
"I should also be asking about everything you've just done."
"Probably."
"But I'm tired. Can we do this tomorrow lunch?"
"If that is what you want, love."
"Yeah. Take me home. Please."
"Of course. But you're going to have to get up." I groan. We stand up and he picks me up so that I'm on his hip, and he's holding my waist. I close my eyes. The air rushes again, but when it stops, I'm in my room. He places me on my bed and kisses my forehead, before turning around to leave.
"Stay?" He turns back and lays beside me on the bed.
"Always."