8 Lives (Sequel to Shattered)

Chapter 28: Cullen Empire

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Hey there guys! Hope you all are enjoying your memorial day. I thought i uploaded this the other day, I fell asleep thinking I pressed uplaod. So here I am actually putting it up. Sorry I took so long, anyways this is the final chaper, just an epiogue left.  Hope the long chapter makes up for my tardiness. :)

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8 Lives Chapter 28-Cullen Empire

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3rd Pov. Omniscient

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Renessmee blinked rapidly into the darkness. Her lay against the sharp edges in the darkness. Her eyes wandered around the darkness- trying to escape sleep.She  feared that when she closed her eyes and dreamed it would be worse than reality  itself. Johnson knew how to get into her mind and Renessmee fought every fiber in her body that wished to sleep. She moved her folded fingers away from her lap and brushed her hands against the wound that had its dried blood that stuck to her face, molding itself onto her skin. 

She moaned as she slid herself upright slightly. Her bones were weak, not an ounce of strength. Weakness. That they wanted from her. Each time she let a moan escape her parted lips, she could almost hear them laughing at her pain. Laughter. It was foreign for her to make such a sound. Her golden hair sprawled against the wall, not giving her much of a pillow. 

Johnson Danton was getting what he wished.

He wrecked every part of her life. Something that he must of done to so many.  She was nothing but a puppet that he pleased himself with. Every moan and show of weakness was a show of victory for him. He tormented her each day. He didn’t need his mind tricks, rather every motion and every action he had done in the past was pain enough.

Renessmee often thought of her parents. She had no respect for them. She was stubborn, a trait she inherited from both her mother and her father. Mom. Renessmee thought. The woman who did not even acknowledge her existence. Her widened eyes at the hospital room. She was in shock. She had no remembrance of anything. The present that she used to live was nothing but dusted ashes at the back of her brain. Even though her mother had put her through much in the past, she used the time to think about her mother as a whole. 

She had just began thinking of her family, when she heard steps on the outside. There was nothing that she can do to escape whoever’s wrath that came her way. If she moved too much Kate would teach her what it was to truly move. If she moved too little,then Johnson would make her feel what it was to never feel any inch of her body. To never will herself to move. The steps became closer. And even through the darkness she turned her head. Her eyes weren’t as sharp in the darkness but she knew that whoever was coming had sharp eyes. There was nothing to pay attention to, the pebbles beside her and the meal that made her water were all a figment of her imagination. Johnson Danton was making her lose her sanity. And she didn’t have a will in her body to stop it. Her sanity was already buried with her love.To the point where she questioned what love was anymore.