Hey there young folks! I finally get to upload a story! I'm so happy!! After counting down the seconds till I could upload this story… well! The time is here! XD Yay!! Lol, well yeeaahhh

Disclaimers: I do not own Twilight, although I do own a spatula… if that matters at all! ^^

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Preface

"Come on slowpoke!" I said, grinning at the boy who was trailing behind me. He looked at me with a smile playing at his lips. Bobby jogged to my side, backpack bouncing on his back.

"Sorry! It's not my fault that you walk fast." he jutted out his lip and pouted. I rolled my eyes and giggled. Bobby and I have walked home together everyday since I moved here 2 years ago. He was my first friend, and my best. We did everything together.

We turned the corner to my house and I pivoted around to face him. But instead of standing a couple feet behind me, he was standing in my driveway, waiting for me.

"Can I come over? I haven't been to your house in forever." He thrust his arms over his head. I laughed once and walked up to my door. Placing my backpack on my knee, I searched for my house key.

"It's fine," I said, my hands clenching around the small key, "But no ones home. Keegan won't be home until 6; he has soccer. And my mom is still on one of her business trips." I sighed and unlocked the door. My house smelled of febreeze, my brother loved the smell of it. He reminded me of those cheesy commercials for it, rubbing his head against the furniture (he actually does do that).

"I don't care." Bobby grinned, taking a deep breath. He also loved the smell of febreeze. I smiled and walked over to the stairs.

"You coming?" I asked giggling. He was still standing in front of the door. Bobby nodded and closed the door behind him. We walked up the stairs in silence and when we got to my room I set my backpack on the floor near my desk. Bobby followed suit and placed his backpack next to mine. Sighing, I plopped down on my bed. My head landed on my pillow and I looked at the ceiling. I heard a noise and I propped myself up on my elbows. Bobby was closing the door to my bedroom.

Feeling kind of nervous, I was about to tell him not to close it, but I heard the click before I could spit it out. I laughed silently at myself, he wouldn't do anything to me, and he was my best friend after all. But before I knew it Bobby was on top of me. His lips crushed mine. My eyes widened in shock and I tried to push him off of me. But he was too strong and he just grabbed my hands. I struggled and I finally managed to get his lips off of mine. Bobby's eyes were full of desire, and it scared me.

"I've wanted this for so long…" he purred, "And I know you want it too." I shook my head and tried to move out from underneath him, but Bobby continued, "Come on. Don't be shy, no ones here, you don't have to be worried. Come on, baby." I moved around, trying to get away. Then he hit me. My best friend… had hit me. I could feel the sting on my cheek where his hand had contacted. His eyes were burning with rage. Bobby crushed my lips once again with more force then before. I screamed and he hit me again. Tears started streaming down my face. I didn't want this. I kicked his leg, hard. He was momentarily distracted and I tried to scramble away. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back. I screamed again and this time he punched me.

"Be quiet you numskull, no one can hear you." His eyes gleamed madly. Bobby grabbed my wrists and squeezed. It hurt so badly, but I tried to hold my scream in. But he just squeezed harder, causing me to scream. He punched me across my other cheek. I now knew what would happen if I screamed, so I decided to stay quiet. This person on top just smirked. I could feel the blood run down my cheek from where he had punched me. He tried to take my shirt off, and much to my dismay, I couldn't help but scream. He looked mad, really, really mad. Bobby grabbed something out of his pocket; rope. My eyes got bigger and my tears started to run faster. I whimpered as he tied my hands together. My tears were silent now, not wanting to give him a reason to hit me again. Now that I was helpless he looked much more confidant. Grinning madly he grabbed the top of my skirt. I whimpered again as I flailed my legs desperately. But Bobby had already succeeded in getting my bottoms off.

He trailed his hand up and down my leg. "Now… let's have some fun..." His lips came down hard against mine. I shook my head, trying to get him off of me, but he just punched me again and everything went black.

"Jamie! Jamie!? Are you okay! Wake up!" a voice called; I couldn't place the voice with a face though…