A/N:
Disclaimer: All characters and basic plot belong to Stephanie Meyer and her alone.
She's just nice enough to let me play dress up with them :P.

This is my first fanfic so please be gentle. This story has been floating around in my head for months now and I finally got the guts to write it haha.
I know chapter one is short but its just to start up the plot and get you kiddies hooked. :)
Enjoy!

Chapter 1- Salvation

BPOV

I needed to get away now! How can this be happening? Haven't I been through enough in the past almost 3 years? Finally moving on, making a life for myself, although not necessarily a respectable one. Then they have the audacity to just show up out of nowhere! In my house, talking to my friends, as if the last 3 years never happened. No, I can't do this again. I had just finally started to pull myself out of that god-forsaken hole. Finally learned how to appease the gaping hole in my chest, Three years of fighting, suffering, torture, and hard work ripped out from under my feet in mere seconds. The beast of a hole as been awakened and it is pissed. I need my fix, I need Keith.

Time appeared to slow as I raced down the stairs and sprinted across the yard to my car. All I heard was the thrumming of my heartbeat in my ears. My whole body was tingling, shaking even, as I willed myself not to succumb to the agony emanating from my chest. Just make it to Keith's, just make it to Keith's… I kept chanting over and over to myself.

I sped down the highway silently begging my car to reach a speed I knew it was not capable of achieving. My 2004 Pontiac Grande Am GT was dramatically faster then my old truck back in Forks but the 150mph I was getting it to achieve now seemed to be a snail's pace. The monster in my chest wanted satisfaction now.

I was practically hyperventilating when I pulled into Keith's apartment complex. I didn't even bother to turn off the car as I parked it in the parking spot next to his truck.. As soon as the gear punched into park I was out of my car and flying up the stairs to Keith's apartment. The door slammed open and I'm almost certain with the force I used, it left a hole in the drywall but I couldn't force myself to care. I was so close to my salvation I could taste it. The black hole screamed for release, something to satiate its voracious appetite for pain.

Soon it would have its fill…

I heard a sharp oath come in a short burst from the bedroom. Oh such sweet music to my ears… "Where the hell is the fire dumbass?!" Keith came barreling towards me from his room. It was all too obvious with his slurring words and rickety steps that he was drunk. Perfect, my mind purred at me. The messed up side of me reveled in the knowledge that Keith was drunk and I knew just what made him tick. Keith was entirely clueless about Edward and the rest of the Cullens. In all actuality, all of my friends that didn't know me from Forks were completely in the dark about them. I had forbidden myself, when I moved to Illinois, to think or speak of them ever again. However, Keith knows about Jake and of our past. He wanted Jake's head on a silver platter.

As Keith loomed over me I formulated my plan. "Keith, Jake's in town…"
What are you doing Bella?
I whimpered when I heard his melodic voice enter my mind. Out of all the countless times Keith abused me, why now did he choose to make me hallucinate his voice again? I hadn't heard that magnificent voice in my head since I left Forks over two years ago. Keith grabbed my arms, slammed me up against the wall, and kicked the door shut all in the same moment. His hands grasped painfully around my biceps. I wouldn't be surprised if I had bruises there in the morning. The sudden jolt of being slammed into the wall sent me reeling back to reality. I blinked off the stupor and was met with the enraged face of Keith just inches away from my own. The smell of alcohol on his breathe just egged me on. Apparently, he had said something to me and was waiting for my response but his voice had distracted me. I looked up at Keith a little dazed, "Uh… what?" was all I could manage to choke out.

"I said, what the hell is that suppose to mean?!" Keith spat at me, squeezing tighter around my arms and pushing me harder into the wall at my back. I winced at the change of pressure and at the wince I saw a flicker of satisfaction dance across Keith's face… perfect.

Oh yes, that. "I thought I'd…"
Don't push him Bella, I'm begging you.
My own mind growled in satisfaction. Watch me, I sneered at his voice. I refocused on Keith menacingly gripping me. "…stay with him tonight."
I fierce snarl ripped through my mind.

"To hell you are!" I felt a sharp pain rip through my side. A punch I assumed, but it mattered little to me what it was just as long as he didn't stop with that blow. The hole in my chest screamed for more, demanded more.

"Please…" It was barely even a whisper. Complete and sheer pleasure graced Keith's face. He heard my pathetic plea, but to him it was a plea begging him to stop. Oh, how very wrong he was. He couldn't be any further from the truth. I craved, no, I needed the complete and utter opposite. My plea was begging him to continue. Ask and you shall receive. My last coherent thoughts were of the lamp from the end table smashing against my right jaw bone and Keith holding me up by my throat. "Let me show you how a real man should make you feel Isa…" I felt him undo my belt and then the darkness of the abyss consumed me.

The hole in my chest was satiated, but only for the time being…

A/N:
*crosses fingers*
I hope she lives...

I promise Chapter 2 will be longer.
Reviews are Bella's medicine.
Maybe with just the right amount she'll survive...