(Some people will think Bella’s actions are harsh and unfair, but I think differently. I would be seriously pissed off so just give her a chance. Don’t hate us!)

I sucked in a sharp breath, positioned the bat high above my head; like Emmett has shown me, and was about to swing when a gunshot was heard …

The struggle over the gun stopped and the living room of 2645 Bloomsbury Drive was once again silent. I stayed as still as I could; my eyes fixed on the gun in the middle of the scrum. I prayed to God that no one was shot – not only because I didn’t want to lose anyone else, but because I wanted to kill Damian myself and shooting him wouldn’t be half of what he deserves. I tried to get my feet to cooperate but they just wouldn’t move. After what felt like hours, Dad broke off from his sons. I released some of the air being stored in my lungs as I waiting for Cain to back away. A dark substance started to drip down from the gun, staining the tan carpet beneath. I realised when I smelt the air that the substance was blood; Renee’s scream ripped through the house as Damian’s laugh filled the air. He looked Cain in the eyes and pushed his brother back on to his knees.

“Cain …” I choked out; I still had the bat high above my head and as soon as Damian was free of Cain, I used all of what strength I had left and swung hard. I felt such an impact as the bat collided with Damian’s head that I slumped to my knees next to a severally bleeding Cain.

“Cain?” I whispered, “Cain, oh god, please … don’t leave me. Me and you remember? You and me against it all; it’s always been that way Cain. I need you; please … please don’t go … don’t leave me.” My voice got louder and louder as I applied more pressure onto his wounded torso. My ears began to ring and I felt my mother’s bony hands grip my shoulder and rock me gently as someone’s wailing increase dramatically. Renee began whispering soothing words to me; only then did I realise that the cries for help were coming from me. I could faintly hear the distant murmurs of an ambulance and the police approaching, making me clutch to Cain as tight as humanly possible, trying to direct all of what strength I could use to adding it to his wound.