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THE FORGIVENESS ONLY SHE CAN GIVE.

CHAPTER ONE: HER FIRST ACT OF FORGIVENESS.

"Bonded ... for better or worse, your always connected."

Christie peeked over her grandfather's desk as he looked over some papers.

"Granpie, when are we going to see the new house?" She asked as she adorably scratched her nose.

Chuckling, he handed back his papers to his secretary and pushed away from his desk.

"In a few days, mama. Your parents want to make sure that everything is set up for your room." He answered as the adorable six year old blond hair age crawled into his lap.

Truly Christie's room at the new house was already set up. What was not in place was the fact that the Cullens had no idea of her existence.

Christie Black was Isabella's deepest secret. She was the daughter of a recovering drug addict and the man who was vile enough to rape her mother. She was the permanent reminder of the point of her mother's life when her life was destroyed but she was also the most loved girl.

When Jacob found out about Christie, several days after he found Isabella, he immediately found the little girl and moved the girl into their home. It had taken Jacob and Bella a lot of time to get where they were now but their marriage was stronger than ever. He knew that they would both overcome whatever they had to face.

"Okay." The young girl sighed. "I'll take a nappy." She cuddled closer to her grandfather who smiled as he leaned back in his seat and allowed the young child to fall asleep on his chest while his thoughts lingered on his son and daughter-in-law.

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Jacob Black was a man lost in his own thoughts. The family lunch with the Cullens had been a disaster. Jasper Cullen was presently warded at the hospital nursing some pretty serious injuries ranging from a broken nose to a punctured lung. Edward and Emmett were both sitting in jail cells after having dealt Jasper such a brutal beating. Angela had moved out of her home and into her parents' home with her children and was refusing to speak to anyone from the Cullen family. Papa and Mama C were constantly calling to check up on Bella while Bella's father and step-mother had moved into Jacob's home with her step-brothers.

His wife however, was in a daze of sorts. She was not all there. He could feel her pulling away and that was a cause for concern.

Presently, she was asleep; snuggled up to his side. He could not help but pull her closer to him. He loved her so much that he lost all reason when it came to her. That was why he at war with himself. He had reined himself in on many points in time that afternoon so that he would not lung across the table and just beat the hell out of Jasper. He was the one Jacob blamed for what triggered Isabella's downward spiral into drugs.

With a heavy heart, Jacob pulled away from Bella and made his way into his closet to get dressed. He knew she had taken some sedative pills so he knew that she would be out for a while so he took this opportunity to deal with something had been bugging the hell out of him.

Within minutes he was dressed in one of his tailored shirts and was heading on his way out the door, briefly stopping at her parent's bedroom to tell them that he was stepping out.

Bella woke up just in time to hear her husband's car speeding out the driveway.

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Edward and Emmett hardly said anything to the other as they sat in their jail cell. Neither one of them had been able to wrap their heads around their heads with what they learned. Their mother's words rang through their minds constantly.

Rape.

Isabella was raped.

Their sister was raped and had they been there for her, none of this would have happened.

They were pulled out of their thoughts as their cell door opened.

"Follow me." The officer said in a monotone voice he said as he led them into a room where two men stood; both of whom were dressed in tailored suits.

"Have a seat." Jacob Black said as he turned to look at them.

"What are you doing here?" Emmett said in a stunned voice.

"I came to talk to you. Your bail is being processed as we speak." Jacob said.

"Thank you but that still doesn't answer the question." Edward responded as he took a seat.

Sighing Jacob made his way over to the table where he placed a picture on it. Edward picked it up and looked at the little girl on it before handing it to Emmett who looked questioningly at Jacob.

"Her name is Christie." Jacob started after the nameless man nodded. "She is Isabella's daughter through blood and mine through ever way that matter. I hope you don't need me to go through the details of how she came to be. We all know where she came from thanks to your mother's revelation."

A few minutes of silence followed before Jacob started to talk again.

"I want to hate you." He said with a shake of his head. "Isabella however is not making it possible because she loves you both. So I am here with an agenda. This is something she has been putting off and it has hindered her recovery so I need your help with it."

"Anything." Emmett said and Edward nodded in agreement.

"I want you to come with me to my house and I want you to take the slaps and hits and curses and shouting Bella throws at you and then when she breaks down I want you to take her into your arms and be her brothers. She loves you so much that she is past all reasoning when it comes to you all. She never got closure and the only way she will get is if you do this for her. She won't come to you so you have to go to her." Jacob said softly.

"Are you sure this will work?" Emmett asked sceptically.

"She has already forgiven you. She understood why those things happened but for her to verbally given you the forgiveness you all need, then she needs to let out all the anger and you all need to talk."

"Alright let's go." Edward sighed as he stood.

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Isabella looked up and she could feel as the blood drained from her face as her husband walked into her library with Emmett and Edward following him. No words were passed between the pseudo-siblings.

"We're sorry." Edward murmured after twenty long minutes.

"You turned me away. You hurt me. You treated me like a leper." Isabella murmured; her voice pained. "I loved you like my brothers. You were my brothers. You are my brothers. How dear you treat me like that and you have the gull to marry one of the women who made my life a living hell. I hated myself. I felt so dirty. I felt so ashamed of myself." By this time she was screaming so loud the Charlie came running into the room.

"I hated you for so long." She cried out, "but you were my brothers. You are my brothers. I love you. You bastards! I would do anything for you but you treated me like shit. I love you so much that I can't stay mad at you. I love you so much. I love you. I forgive you. God!" She sobbed out and simultaneously both Emmett and Edward enclosed Isabella in their arms both men feeling the burden they carries on their shoulder lift off and finally after so long they had their sister in their arms.