I screamed bloody murderer as his fist connected with my jaw. The pain was unrealistic, but I was good with pain. I had to be. The beginning was the worst. I hadn't been able to comprehend what was happening. The fact that I was being abused, that is. And now that it had been a weekly occurance in my life, I could grasp that. I could be thankful for the very rare week that I wasn't hit. I had been sucked in too deep to get out now. And I'm sure that if I had left him in the very beginning he wouldn't have let me anyways. That was just how it worked. And I was never sure what to do after he hit me. I decided it would be best to not say or do anything. Just let him sit there and go on as he pleases.
"I don't want you to ever talk to him again! You're mine." He told me angrily. And thats when I realized why he was so upset... We had gone to a party. It was a friend of his who's house it was at. His friend, who's name I couldn't remember, started talking to me. And Jacob being the jealouse type got mad and pulled me away to yell at me. When he got mad, it always turned into hitting and kicking. "Bella? Do you understand me?"
"Yes..." I answered weakly.
"Good." he said. He smiled and got into the car. I got into the passenger seat of his car as quickly as I could. He drove me home in scilence. That was a good thing.
We pulled up to my house. "See you tomorrow." I told him and got out before he could say anything. I ran to my house. My dad, Charlie was asleep. No one could know about Jacob's abuse. I laid down on my bed and cried myself to sleep..