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Bella's Point Of View
I wanted to end it all. I wanted this horrible aching pain to finish, and I wanted to drown in it. A sob escaped the confines of my mouth as James- I think he lost the title 'Uncle' long ago -delivered his last blow; a sharp slap to the face, then turned on a heel and walked out of the room.
It hadn't always been like this. Once I had almost everything to live for and now, now I had almost nothing. My mother had been a herion addict since even before I was alive and finally dropped dead when I was ten. My father, Charlie, had been through and through the best dad I could've wished for, but he eventually passed too.
"How much cash did you make at work tonight?" I was shocked to hear James' voice again. Usually after a good beating he went out to drink himself into a stupor
"A hundred fifty," I fibbed. I had made one seventy five and had Jasper hide it for me. James didn't have to know I kept twenty-five dollars for myself. Not like it was stealing, hell, he was the one stealing.
"Whoa, someone's pleasing those truckers." He said dramatically wiping his brow and I frowned. Did he just imagine what I did?
I actually worked at the local diner The Twilight; along with my best friend Jasper, every week-day from three to eight and there were none of these "truckers" there.
"Do you need dinner?" I asked him and he shook his head.
"Nah, I'm meeting with Vicky for dinner," he told me casually before getting 'his' paycheck from me and finally leaving.
I heard the front door open and slam and I moved from my heap on the floor as fast as I could, ignoring the acute throbbing I felt throughout my whole body. When I reached the kitchen I slumped down in one of our cheep chairs and grabbed the phone, dialing the only number I had to call at a time like this.
After three rings Jasper picked up, "What happened?"
"He beat me again, longer this time..." I trailed, my voice quivering slightly.
"That's the third time this week! I'm calling the cops!" He declared, his voice angry.
"I-It's fine," I protested weakly.
"No, its not Bella. I'm telling my mom, we're coming to get you. Don't worry about James, he can't do shit while you're with us. If he called the cops he's have to explain those bruises I'm certain you have,"
"Jasper as long as he's my guardian, he has my parents money, and I assure you he intends to keep it that way," I said, rubbing the bridge of my nose with closed eyes.
"Next time he does this you'll turn up dead! Bee, you're like my sister. I can't just sit by and watch while you play brave. Get your shit together, I'm coming to get you," he said, a note of finality in his voice.
"But-" I intended to argue.
"No buts, Bella." Jasper told me sternly, I heard him running up and around his house over the phone.
About three minutes later his voice was coming through the reciever again, "My mom says she's getting my Dad to make up the spare bedroom for you and that we'll be there in five."
"It's fine!" I insisted, holding in a sob as pains shooted up my abdomen.
"I think he bruised my ribs." I muttered.
"Do you think they're broken?" He asked, suddenly alarmed.
"I don't know, Jazz. It just hurts," I whispered.
"Damn it, I'll have Dad call up Dr. Cullen when we get home,"
He got off the phone for a few seconds as I heard some shuffling, "My mom wants to talk,"
"Hi, Mrs. Whitlock." I said, hysteria clear in my voice as I noticed blood soaking my shirt. I gagged at the smell.
"Bella pack all your stuff, you're never going back," she said.
"You can't say that," I told her, letting out a sob.
"Bella, your father was the cheif of police. You have friends in high places," she assured me.
"But he's dead! How in the world do I have connections?" I asked, my voice raised a few octaves.
"Bella, he died in the line of duty people will be partial to your case when we present it."
"My case?" I questioned her.
She sighed, "We'll be there in a minute, go pack. We will talk in the car,"
She hung up and I set down the phone and ran to my room grabbing out a ratty duffel and and began filling it with my few possessions.
After a minute or so the doorbell rang and I jumped to answer it. Jasper stood in the doorway with a weak smile on is face. Then, as he looked me over, his face dropped.
"I'm lucky I got here when I did," He sighed, grabbing my bag before leading me to his mom's SUV.
They loaded me in and started speeding home. James's neighborhood really wasn't a safe place to drive through at night.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice just partially audible.
"No thanks needed," Mrs. Whitlock told me.
A minute later I found my self doubled over in pain. I groaned, but felt a smile grace my lips as I realized death must be coming quick. I let the blackness over-take me...
~Save You~
"Mom, Bella's up!" I heard Jasper yell, and I cringed at the volume. I squinted in the too-bright lighting of the room, and almost laughed at Jasper as he was leaning over me with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Hey Jazz, how's it crack'a lackin'?" I croaked.
"The only thing crack'a lackin' here is that voice of yours," he countered, and I began to laugh, then recoiled due to the stabbing pain in my stomach.
"Where am I?" I asked him, weakly looking around.
"The hospital," he told me, smiling Then he smoothed back my dark, mangled hair like I was a child. I almost slapped his hand away, then found myself comforted by the gesture.
"Hello there Miss. Swan." Dr. Cullen greeted me pleasantly.
"Hi Doctor Cullen." We greeted him in unison.
"Okay so I'll cut to the chase here Bella this was a close call; so close that I'm afraid to take my eyes off of you even for a second." Dr. Cullen told me and I groaned.
"I'm fine, seriously I'll get killed if I don't get back home." I told them joking but serious.
I tried to force myself up but Jasper stopped me, "Not happening."
"I'm fine seriously, either way I'm going to die so, I'll take the high road and face my fate."
"No you're not and you know why you're like my sister; correction you are my sister, and I refuse to even humor the thought of you getting hurt again."
"Love ya Jazz," I whispered.
"Love ya too Bee," he replied before kissing my forehead even though I STILL wanted to slap him away, I didn't; I suppose it was the inner loving happy Bella that stopped me.
"Look, Bella you need to rest okay; Jasper you can stay if you wish."Dr. Cullen told us.
"I'm staying." Jazz confirmed and nodded.
"I'll go find a blanket for the couch and Bella I'll send in the nurse to give you your sedatives." Dr. Cullen told us before running off.
Soon enough I was fast asleep...