Brand new fic… is this not exciting? Don't answer that, I think it is. And that is all that matters.
Love goes to my beta, DeadForTooManyYears (you SO changed your name, you evil little being), and thankyou for the awesome dress! I LOVE IT!
Disclaiming… NOT MINE! NOT NOW NOT EVER! BWAHAHAHAHA!
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Bella's POVthump thump, thump thump, thump thump
My heart was beating up a tango as I stood nervously in the line at customs, my legs quivering. I was screaming on the inside, sobbing for the plastic looking lady at the desk to hurry up, lest I get found, get caught and taken back. I would rather die then have that. A bead of sweat rolled down my face, and I push back my dark bangs with one hand, looking around for him. I can't see him now, but that means almost nothing. He can just creep up on you, when you think that you are alone, and if that happens you can never get away. That's why I haven't left until now. But now I'm leaving, and I'm never coming back.
The woman seemed to be taking an age, but finally she turned to me, and smiled at me with teeth that were too white to be natural, hair unnaturally blond, her facial structure unnatural, her body, hell, EVERYTHING looked unnatural to me. Her nose was too small, giving her a pinched face, and her eyes were so big they made her look like an anime character. But she was going to help me out of here, and I returned her fake, impersonal smile with a small one of my own.
"Hi, my name is Dolly. Can I help you?" She asked, still smiling but making it more of a smirk as her eyes took in my appearance; little or no make-up, long, dark, greasy hair, worn and out of fashion clothes, tired face. Sneering at me she tapped her long, fluoro pink nails on the desk. The sound of it alone increased my heart rate, a bored and annoyed staff member never inclined to help anyone, even themselves. Crap.
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"I have a flight from here to Seattle." I murmured quietly, clutching at the strap of my shoulder bag as I avoided her gaze. He hated me looking at him, or anyone else for that matter. Especially guys. If he even thought I liked another guy he would hit me, and the guy in question would suddenly need a transfer to a different school. Pretty soon everyone started to avoid me like the plague, but he liked that even better. No witnesses. No one to take my side. And that scared me.
And he liked that too. He said I looked my prettiest when I was frightened. He would tell me that before he hit me, burnt me, cut me. Inflicted any pain that he could think of on me, and the worst thing was that I knew that it was my own fault. I was ugly, and ungrateful, and he was a god. He deserved better, and he told me often. He had chosen me, however, and I should at least be grateful. My mother had warned me against him, told me to stay away. That was before she died, the first year mark tomorrow. The day he started. On days like this one I missed her more than ever, with every fibre in me that wasn't cowering away from him.
"Got any ID?" She asked, her scratchy, high-pitched voice drawing me back to reality, and away from the nightmare that I was trying to escape. No, the nightmare that I WILL escape, I think to myself as I pull my wallet out of my shabby bag, containing practically nothing. After so long, I had finally gotten away. When mom died she told me to go to my dad, but he had had other ideas. He being the one who I am running from right now. I shouldn't be so scared though; he will be in no condition to find me.
I felt like screaming as he pushed me up against the wall, kissing me hungrily. His hands held my arms up above my head, and his body trapped mine, but I didn't try to resist he. If I did, he would punish me. I wasn't that stupid.
Then hours later I finally seemed to wake up. I got him a drink, like he asked – more like ordered –, and as I passed the bathroom door on my way back I noticed the cabinet with the swinging mirror door. It had sleeping pills in it, from when his mother lived here. Without thinking I popped two of the pills and, trying to be quick, I ground them up before tipping the powder into the drink. Then I took it to him. He slapped me for taking so long and ordered me away, but as I left I saw him raise the glass to his lips.
I returned later, and when I knew he was asleep I grabbed my bag and filled it with my empty wallet, a spare change of clothes and a picture of my mom, my dad and I, happy and together. Long ago. Then I ran out of the house, and began the long walk to the airport.
After a few agonisingly long minutes that passed like hours she ushered me through the metal detectors, and into the terminal. My plane was leaving in a few minutes, and I relaxed a little. Just a few minutes to kill, I thought as I sat on a bench that was pressed up against the wall, just a few minutes.
Even he can't find you here.
My hand went to my throat, where hanging on a fine golden chain was a gold heart-shaped locket, containing a picture of my mother Renee on one side and a picture of my father Charlie on the other. Renee's wedding ring was inside the locket too, made to fit inside it. All that was missing was my dad's ring now. Then everything precious to me would be held in one little metal heart.
It was dull gold in colour, with small swirls and formed a border around a pale heart, with flowers engraved on it. Right in the centre was a final heart, darker than the other two but not as rich as the gold on the outer one. Somehow he had never seen it; if he had I would never have seen it again. He despised anything that made me happy.
'Flight A773 to Seattle has been delayed by fifteen minutes. We apologise for any inconvenience.'
I heard the message and the assorted groans that follow it as if in a dream. Everything was quieter, somehow. Deader. Nothing was real, any more. Or, at least, if it was, it was a different sort of real from the one I knew.
I stood from the bench, and I walked a few paces away, ready to cry. How could I get away from this? This was all I knew, and at moments like this, escape seemed impossible. Fruitless. Like I didn't have a chance in hell.
He would come and get me. Laugh in front of the people, hold me close. Maybe even pretend that I was mentally unstable. Make himself the good guy.
Then he'd take me home, and I'd wish that I were dead.
I pick at my nails, the blue polish sending shivers through my spine and causing unpleasant pangs of fear and revulsion. That colour, the electric blue. It made me want to be sick.
I wore a dress that colour on our first date. He told me I was beautiful all night, never once looking away. For the next few dates I'd worn the same colour, eager to please. Then one night I wore green. For some reason it made him angry. Maybe because he thought that I was defying the control that he undeniably held over me.
That was the first time he hit me.
The first boarding call came at last, and I walked unsteadily through the gates and onto the plane. Charlie sent me a ticket every Christmas, but this would be the first time that I'd used any of them. I hoped that he'd be glad to see me; I wouldn't be able to cope with being kicked out of the only home that I had left.
I sat by a window that I gazed vacantly out of as the last stragglers filed onto the plane, dragging their luggage behind them. A large woman dressed completely in plum and green claimed the seat next to me, and as soon as she sat down she began to read what looked like a mystery novel. Deep Six. That suited me fine, having no wish to talk to anyone unless I needed to.
As the plane began to move I looked back at the terminal, smiling. I was getting away. After this I would be free. My dad would protect me and I would be safe from him. I smiled as I fingered my locket, but that smile was gone in almost an instant as my eye was drawn to a face in the crowd that was standing by the window. He was there. I felt the colour literally draining from my face, and if I were standing I would have collapsed. Instead I just stared at him as he looked straight back at me, mouthing words to me. And I was afraid.
Unknown POV
I shoved through the crowd, even though I had all the time in the world. Violence is good, violence is refreshing. It gets me where I want to be. I shoved a toddler out of my way, and smirked as he began to cry. His mother swept him up into her arms and frowned disapprovingly at me, but I was beyond caring.
That bitch, she thought that she could just get away from me like that. Stupid whore. When I got her back, I was going to make her suffer. Make her scream. And it would all be her own fault.
I could picture it now; her brown eyes, widened in terror, her red lips crying out for help as I punished her. Maybe she'd learn her lesson, not be bad again. But I hoped she wouldn't get the message. That she'd try to get away again.
The game would continue. I enjoyed hurting her so much.
I finally stopped as I reached the window, seeing the plane that was ready for take-off.
As the plane left I knew that she had seen me, her face paling in an instant. I whispered words to her until she was gone from my sight, and then I left. I smiled as my lips tingled with the words that had terrified her, made her weak and vulnerable. I remembered and I laughed.
I'm coming to get you, Bella…
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Now I am tired, I can't see straight and it's getting late. I go now. Please review!
Love Dawec