Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot. Everything from the Twilight series belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
Rated M for rape, abuse, and language
Chapter One
BPOV- 14 years old
I woke up to the sound of my best friend jumping on my bed.
"Bellaaaa! Wake up! We have to go and get the stuff!" Alice Cullen screamed in my face.
"Alrightttt! I'm awake. Don't have a cow!" I crankily said to her. I pushed her off me and pulled the blanket off of me. I walked to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and walked out. I glanced at my alarm clock by my bed.
"ALICE! Its only 7 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! ARE YOU INSANE?" I yelled. I've only been sleeping for 3 hours.
"Oh don't have a cow. I told Edward you were mine at 7am sharp, but did he listen? Nope! He stayed here 3 hours longer than I told him to. Hmph! He should listen to me more often!" Alice said smugly as she strutted to my walk-in closet to pick put my outfit for today.
"I don't regret any of my time with Edward," I said to Alice sticking my tongue out at her. Alice just began humming "My Boo" by Usher and Alicia Keys. I began to sing along with her humming. I hopped in the shower and began to sing. As I was finishing up washing my hair, I heard the loud bang on the door. I pulled the shower curtain a little open to poke my head out.
"Emmett! I'm showeringggg!" I whined.
"Oh come on Bells, I'm just brushing my teeth," Emmett laughed. Emmett is my 17 year-old brother. "Hey, where's Alice?"
"In my closet," I stated as I pulled the shower curtain back and washed the remaining conditioner out of my hair. I walked into my room with a fluffy green towel wrapped around myself to find my outfit laid out for me in my bed, but no Alice. She probably went down to get food. I put on what she took out, a pair of wide flare jeans and a black t- shirt with a sparkly pink butterfly in the middle. I smiled and put my hair in a ponytail. I walked downstairs and saw Rosalie and Emmett sitting on the couch watching TV, along with Jasper, Alice, and of course Edward. I caught his eye and smiled. I turned to walk into the kitchen and heard footsteps behind me. I opened the fridge and turned my head to look behind me. I saw Edward a few feet away from me, smiling. I loved his smile. It put be in a daze and made me smile back.
"Hey Bells, how'd you sleep?" He asked me smiling and came over to me to hug me.
"It was good until Alice jumped on me an hour ago," I smiled into his neck. We parted from our hug and just stood there, staring at each other until someone interrupted us or blinked.
"Hey Edward! Where's my milk?" Emmett exclaimed from the living room. Edward rolled his eye and walked towards me. He stood in front of me and lifted me up by the hips and moved me to the side. He reached in for the milk and got a glass to get it to Emmett. He got some out for me to and handed it to me. I took it and we walked back into the living room. I sat down next to Alice and Edward.
Twenty minutes later
"Okay Bella, let's go! Shopping Time!" Alice screamed jumping up and pulling me up with her, with Rosalie following. Alice was 15 and Rosalie was 17 just like Emmett. Edward, Emmett, and Jasper stayed at the house. They know how Alice gets when it comes to shopping. Jasper and Edward are both 16 years old.
6 hours later
"Come on Bella, we gotta meet the guys at the diner for lunch! Hustle!" Alice rushed me as I carried 6 bags, Rose had 5 and Alice carried 2 measly bags.
"Alice, slow down! They can wait!" I yelled to Alice, who was about a mile ahead of her now. Rose was straddling in the middle of us two.
It took us 15 minutes to get to Harry's Diner. It was walking distance from the mall. By the time we got there, the boys were already eating, but at least they ordered our food. They all know what we liked.
"It's about time! We tried waiting, but we were SO hungry!" Emmett explained as he stuffed his mouth with over 10 fries.
"Bella wouldn't hurry up. Not my fault," Alice puffed.
"She stuck me with MOST of the bags!" I whined as I slid in the booth next to Edward. Edward smiled and gave me a little side hug. I looked at my little bacon cheeseburger like a child would look on a Christmas morning.
We all ate and chit chatted for about an hour until we stood up to go home. Edward took most of my bags, which I was very happy about. We all walked to the local bus stop and waited for the bus to come and take us home. Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Edward all went home to Carlisle and Esme, and the bus dropped off Emmett and I to mom and dad.
11:30 PM
I just got out of the shower when I noticed a shadow next to my bed. It was Edward. I blushed and walked into my closet to get dressed. I saw Edward form a smirk on his face seeing me in a towel.
I came out in my pink and black plaid pajama bottoms and a black t-shirt. I blushed as I towel dried my hair and sat down at my dresser and began combing through my hair. I felt a cold hand cover my hand and take over the combing. I dropped my hands and watched in the mirror as Edward concentrated on combing through my knots. I took a closer look at him and he seemed kind of sad.
"Edward?" I asked. He immediately dropped the comb and looked at me, scared. "Edward? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just trying to comb your hair," he responded. He picked up the brush from the floor and placed it on the dresser. He took a hold of my hand and pulled me up and sat us both on my bed. I looked at him confused. He was acting really strange. I kept a hold of his stare and realized he was looking at my lips. I gasped a little as I saw him lean in closer to my face. My lips parted more and before I knew it, Edward placed his lips on mine. And before I knew it, the kiss was over. My eyes were still closed and I heard a whisper, "Good-bye Bella." I opened my eyes to see the curtains blowing in and out. He was gone.
The next morning I woke up at 1pm. I shot up out of bed looking at my surroundings. Alice was supposed to come over at 9 to get me ready for my party. I climbed out of bed and walked down the stairs. Nothing was decorated. They were supposed to be over to decorate the entire house. I walked into the kitchen and saw nothing. Where was everyone? I called them all…Alice, Edward, Rose, Emmett, Jasper, mom, dad, Carlisle, Esme; no one picked up the phone. I just sat there in the living room; waiting for someone to come home and get back to me about what's going on.
I was watching TV when I heard the front door open. I bolted off the couch and went towards the front door. It was my mom and some guy I've n ever seen before in my life.
"Mom?" I questioned confused. "Where is everyone?"
"Oh honey, this is Phil. He's an old friend from high school. Him and your father used to be best friends," mom said without answering my question.
"Nice to meet you," I said towards Phil and turned back to mom, "Mom, where's dad & Emmett?"
"Your father and brother left last night," mom spat out.
"Okay, so when will they be back?" I asked
"I don't think you understand babe; they left and are not coming back," Phil said with a grimy looking grin.
"What do you mean they aren't coming back? Why did they leave?" I cried. They wouldn't just leave like this.
"Oh baby, they left with the Cullens this morning. No on knows where they went and why, but they left. I woke up with a note by my bedside and it was from Charlie. He said he and Emmett are leaving with the Cullens and they won't be back," she explained. She smiled and looked towards Phil. He had his hand around her waist and was moving his hand up and down her backside; from her spine all the way down her butt. I eyed Phil and he looked at my mother. He looked like he was undressing her with his eyes!
"Mom? Can I see the note?" I asked
"I gave it to Phil," she responded looking at him and giggling.
"Well babe, I threw it out. Why worry bout something in the past right? I'm your present and future, aren't I babe?" He said with a grin. My mother just looked at him and giggled again. Phil picked up my mom and ran up the stairs. I heard a door slam shut and lock. Gross!
I fell on the couch, recollecting everything I was just told. I felt tears coming down my cheeks. They left? All of them? Without me? Without telling me? Without a goodbye? I sat there crying the whole day. This was officially the worst birthday ever. Mom and Phil never came out of the room. How can she do this? How can she be so calm about them leaving? I thought mom was happy with dad. Why would Emmett leave without me? Did they not love me? And then there were the Cullens; why did they leave me behind? Edward kissed me last night and just disappeared. Why would he do that and just leave me? I thought that kiss meant something to him. I gained the strength to stand up and walk out of the house. I had to see them gone for myself. I walked 20 minutes to their house to find them gone. Everything was gone. The house was gone. It was burnt to the ground. Mom and Phil never mentioned this. I don't understand what happened. I heard a car pull up to the driveway. It was Harry Clearwater. He was Charlie's partner. He climbed out of the car and looked as if he'd been crying.
"I'm sorry Bella, but you can't be here. It's still a crime scene," Harry said.
"A crime scene? Crime scene for what?" I questioned. Too many things were happening at once.
"Didn't your mother tell you?" He wondered.
"She and Phil said the Cullens, dad, and Emmett bolted. They left and aren't coming back," I said. Harry looked at me confused.
"I don't know why she would lie about something like this, but Bella I'm sorry, but there was a fire last night. Your father and Emmett came down here to see it. They ran in to help everyone, but no one came out. They all died Bella," Harry choked out. He was holding back tears I knew it.
"No that's impossible. How can they all be dead? How come I wasn't told about this?" I wondered. I was so confused. Why didn't anyone tell me? Why did mom lie?
"I'm sorry doll, but its true. Your mother was at the station with some man, I'm assuming is this Phil character and she said she would tell you. Gasoline and a match started the fire. No one knows who did it and why," Harry explained staring at the non-existent house. I tried not to cry, but I couldn't help it. My entire family was gone. Mom is too busy jumping Phil to care. When did she become so hateful?
Harry took me home. He said I couldn't stand there because of the crime scene. I didn't talk the rest of the way. I couldn't. I was speechless of what happened within 12 hours. All I could do is cry. Harry told me that the memorial services were going to be in a week. I won't be there though. I couldn't. It's too hard. I lost everyone I loved. I got home and couldn't even look at my mom and Phil. They were in the kitchen eating dinner. I went straight to my room and did not come out. My mom tried to get me to come out, but I wouldn't budge. She told me through the door that her and dad were going to get a divorce soon anyways and that she'd been seeing Phil on the side for the past 3 months. I let out a cry and didn't stop. I cried myself to sleep that night. I cried myself to sleep for the next month. I didn't go to the memorial service. I barely even left my room. I went out to sometimes shower and eat a little. Mom didn't care. All she cared about was Phil. I didn't matter anymore.
It's been three months since my loved ones were taken away from me. All I have done is sit in my room and write in my notebook. I've always loved to write; I'd write about everything and lately I've been singing my words in my head. I began to write songs. Songs about everyone I lost. Everyone lost someone in his or her lives.
"This is for my people who just lost somebody, your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady. Put your hand way up high; we will never say bye; Mommas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends, and cousins. This is for my people who lost their grand mothers. Lift your hands to the sky cuz we will never say bye"
I stopped writing when I heard a bang on the door. I slid my notebook under my bed. I put the covers on top of me and closed my eyes to make it seem like I have fallen asleep. I heard the door swing open. I peeked open one eye and saw Phil. He had an empty bottle in his hand and he reeked like beer. I hid under my covers hoping he would just leave. I didn't like him. He was horrible. He would always yell and scream at mom and she would just take it. I heard the door close and I was about to get up but then I heard the lock. I immediately froze.
I heard the floor creaking with his footsteps. The bed went a little down and I felt pressure on my leg. I pretended to sigh and turned around so that my back was facing him. Then I felt his hand go on my upper thigh, close to my butt. I didn't know what he was doing, but I knew I wanted to cry. He slid his hand up and down my butt and I didn't do anything. I felt the bed shift and again as he sat down so he was facing me. His hand went to my chest and I heard him scoff. I felt his reeking breath coming closer to my face and to my ear. He inhaled and whispered, "I can't wait til you're become my pet." I felt him kiss me on my cheek and felt me up one more time on my butt, and I heard the door unlock, open, and close. I let out a sob and cried myself to sleep.
3 years later (Bella is 17 years old)
I stood in the middle of the meadow. It was my solitaire. I have been coming here every night since Phil came into my room that night. And since that night, he has always been coming in, whispering his dirty thoughts in my ear while I slept.
I came here to cry; to write; to scream and yell. I let out my feelings in this meadow. I would be here all day long. Phil convinced Renee (she stopped being my mom the day my brother and father and friends died and brought that sick man into my life) to pull me out of school; that I was a waste of space in school. I would never learn. I needed to be at the house where I'm useful the most. I do all the cleaning and cooking.
I didn't want to go back to that hellhole tonight. I overheard Phil talking to one of his buddies on the phone last night while I was asleep. He said that he would have me tomorrow night; which is tonight. I knew for a fact what that meant. I decided to leave the meadow early tonight; leave before anyone was home. I'm going to pack my bags and leave. I kept some cash with me; enough to get me on a bus to skip town. I would find a job and see where my life goes. I cant live in this godforsaken town anymore. I jus can't be here anymore. I don't want the bad memories to over take the good ones anymore.
I sat for a few more minutes just thinking of more to write.
"I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly. I'll do it what it takes til I touch the sky. And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change. And breakaway; Out of the darkness and into the sun, but I won't forget all the ones that I loved. I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change and breakaway…"
I closed my journal and hid it in the secret hiding spot, under a bush. I went to go home and pack a bunch of my shit. When I saw the house come into view, I saw a few unfamiliar cars in the driveway, including Phil's.
I slowly climbed on the side of the house and slid into the window of my bedroom. I quietly but quickly went to pack a few things in my duffel bag. I took the money I had and stuffed it at the way bottom. When I went into my bathroom to grab my toothbrush, I heard multiple footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly threw the duffel bag out the window so it would sit on the roof. I went grabbed a book, flipped to a random page as I sat on the bed pretending to be reading it.
"Isabellaaaaa! I have some people that would like to get to know you," Phil said as he opened the door revealing three men behind him. I slowly closed by book and looked quickly towards the open window to them. Phil probably knew what I was thinking and took 3 strides to the window to close and lock it. He came over to me on the bed and pushed me to lay down. I tried to stay up, but I felt another pair of hands on my stomach, pushing me down. I roughly felt a hand grab my two hands and raise them above my head. I tried to free my hands but he was too strong.
"Don't fight it. I told you this was coming soon," Phil whispered in my ear.
"Aye Phil, my son is waiting," said the man in the wheelchair. He has long hair to his mid-back and he looked to be in his late 40's.
"Jake! Come here son; you're on," Phil exclaimed to the man holding my hands above my head. I felt the bed dip where my feet are. A hand landed on my toes and it slithered its way to my ankles, then to my calf, to my knee and stopped mid thigh. I felt a hard squeeze that made me whimper in pain. I felt nails dig into my other calf. I tried to kick the hand off, but I felt two other hands on my legs. I tried to move my hands once I realized hands weren't holding me down anymore, but I couldn't. I looked up and saw handcuffs on my wrists, tied to the bedpost. I saw Phil unbutton my shorts and pulled them down and off my legs. My legs were free for a millisecond and I tried to kick whatever was around me.
"Haha, dang Bells, you put up a fight. How'd you know I liked it feisty?" the guy named Jake laughed. He got a hold of my legs and tied one each to each bedpost. I felt too exposed. I still had my shirt and panties on. I saw Phil's face come into view and his hands cupped my breasts and snuck into the V-neck of my shirt. He grabbed the sides and pulled it apart, ripping it in half so that I was only in my bra and panties.
"You look scrumptious in green, babe," Jake said. I felt him lower himself on top of me, putting all his weight on me. I felt like I couldn't breathe; he was too heavy. Slimy lips touched the crook of my neck and I couldn't stop it. I tried moving my neck so he couldn't get in there, but he forced me to move my neck the other way. He sucked hard and bit down. I yelped loudly and a hand covered my mouth.
"Shut up you bitch, the neighbors will hear ya," Phil said with a hint of irritation. I closed my mouth, but not without biting down hard on his hand.
"Fuck!" Phil shouted taking a jump from the bed and cradling his hand. "You're gonna pay for that bitch! Jake, hurry the fuck up!"
I felt weight come off of me and I relaxed, until I hear the sound of a zipper. I lifted my head up and saw Jake grinning ear to ear and yanking his pants and briefs off. I closed my eye tight and squirmed around in my spot hoping I can get lose. I felt two fingers touch my clit and I screamed my lungs out, hoping someone would hear me, but the scream lasted not even a second; something was pushed into my mouth. I refused to open my eyes. I felt it push in more and I knew it was a cock. I felt it sliding in and out. I opened my eyes and saw the other guy; not Jake or the one in the wheelchair; he looked African American and had long dreads. He pushed himself deep inside my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I felt tears rushing out of my eyes and closed them shut.
"Fucking hell!" I heard a groan come out of Jake's voice. My eyes popped open and I lifted myself up a little, pushing the dread headed man's cock deeper into my mouth.
"Fuck! Phil, you didn't tell me she was a virgin. This is even better!" Jake said all giddy. I felt more tears rushing down my cheeks. It hurt; it hurt a lot and he was big. He stretched me out too much down there. I could feel cuts forming around my clit and thighs. He wouldn't even let me adjust; he just kept thrusting in and out and I couldn't move to stop him. I felt useless. The dread headed guy grunted loudly and I tried to take him out of my mouth, moving my head around, but he sat up on the bed above my face and shoved his dick further into my mouth and not even a second later, I felt something warm shoot into my mouth. He grunted some more and I felt him pull himself out of my mouth only to harshly shove back in, shooting more of his cum straight down my throat.
"Unghhhhh!" I tried to yell with my mouth full. It tasted disgusting and I tried to cough it out, but he kept his dick in my mouth.
"Swallow it, babe. I taste good. I've had no complaints so far," he said eerily in a French accent. I shook my head ferociously and refused. I wanted to puke. It was so gross in my mouth.
"Phillip, she wont swallow. You said she was a swallower," the man complained. He pulled out of me and I spit it all out. I grazed my tongue with my teeth to get the taste out. The man walked out while he pulled his pants up.
"You whore! You just lost me 80 bucks!" Phil shouted, slapping me straight scross the face. I noticed Jake wasn't in me anymore and tried to move my thighs, but winced. It hurt so bad. I smelled copper in the air and I started to feel woozy.
"What's wrong with her?" I heard Jake's voice ask in what sounded like concern? Fucker.
"She hates the smell of blood," Phil stated, still sounding pissed off.
"People can't smell blood though," Jake sounded confused.
"Don't fucking tell me what I can smell and can't smell, fucker," I managed to spit out.
I felt another slap in the face; this time not only did I smell blood, I tasted it. I didn't comprehend anything else as my mind fell into unconsciousness.
I woke up feeling pain stretch all over my body. I moved my hands realizing they weren't handcuffed anymore and neither were my feet. I inched my way in a sitting position and felt my muscles strain in my arms and legs. I let out a quiet whimper, which then turned into a harsh sob. It hurt between my legs. There was so much blood on the bed that I couldn't believe it all came from me. I sat on my bed for what seemed like hours. I glanced at my clock and saw it was 10:30pm. I have been in this house for 5 ½ hours. At a snail's pace, I went into my bathroom and took a long look at myself. My face had a huge bruise on each cheek and I had dried blood on my lips. I bent over the sink to rinse the gross taste out of my mouth, but as I bent over, I felt my stomach turning and I turned to the toilet, releasing all my stomach's contents in it. I felt a sharp pain between my legs. I was still naked and threw myself into the shower. I turned it all the way hot to get their disgusting smells and germs off of me. I stung so bad to feel the hot water mix in with my cuts. I slowly washed down there, wincing the entire time. I brushed my teeth til the bristles wore out.
I was finally as clean as I'll ever feel for the time being. I went to put on some clean clothes, sweat pants and one of Emmett's sweatshirts. I reflexively felt safe wearing it. I knew if he could, he would have protected me from these monsters. It still smelled like him; mostly because I still sprayed the cologne he would wear, on it once a week. It was at least 5 times bigger than me, but I didn't care, I felt safe and clean in it. I took a big whiff of it and felt tears form in my eyes. I missed him so much. I sniffed, trying to stop the tears and walked to my window. My duffel bag was still there and all the cars were gone from the driveway. I reached to get my bag. There was no way I would be able to climb out the window and down the side of the house without feeling the pain and falling. I got a hold of my bag and walked down the stairs and froze when I heard movement in the kitchen.
"Isabella Swan! Get your ass into this kitchen right now! I'm going to give you a piece of my mind! How dare you bite your father's hand like that? He was just trying to help you find some friends!" Renee shouted wit hate. I felt angry tears running down my face. How dare she call that piece of shit my father? He will never be my father. I stomped my way towards the kitchen and stood in the doorway.
"Where the fuck do you think you are going young lady? It's nighttime. Get back into your room and wait for your father so we can find an appropriate punishment for you," Renee spat in my face.
"Punishment? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" I shouted getting closer to my mom's face and continued, "I think I already got my punishment to last my ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE. I'm leaving. My birthday is in a few weeks and I'll be turning 18. Go look in my room to see the punishment Phil gave me Renee. And don't you FUCKING DARE CALL THAT PIECE OF SHIT MY FATHER. HE IS NOTHING LIKE HOW CHARLIE, MY ONLY FATHER, WAS," I spit in her face, literally. I walked quickly out the front door, ignoring her yells, and ran as fast as I could, dealing with the pain I felt on my legs. I made it to the Forks Bus Station and bought a ticket for $200. I would take this bus til the bus kicks me off. I don't know where I'll end up, but as long as it's far away from here. I still had $300 left. Every few weeks for the past 1 ½ year, I would take some money from Phil and Renee without them noticing.
I waited for the bus to move and fell into unconsciousness right away.
"Hey you! Back there, wake up! This is your stop! Unless you got more money for a longer ride, I suggest you get your ass off right now!" I vaguely heard the bus driver speak, but only made out the words, "get your ass off". I stood up, and sleepily got off the bus. The bus sped off as fast a bus can go. I looked at where I ended up. I rubbed my eyes to see more clearly where I am.
"Welcome to Phoenix, Arizona."