Rise Above This

Summary: /AU/AH/ Bella's been married to Jacob Black for four years. They have one child together, and from the outside looking in, they seem to have the perfect life together. When you look harder, and really see though, you can see that not everything is how it seems. How far will Jacob go to keep Bella his wife. What happens when a mysterious young cop shows up, ready to protect her—at any cost.

A/N: This story might get sort of graphic. You have been warned! Oh yeah...i don't own twilight or any of the characters except for Jason...that one came right from my mind :D Enjoy :D

Chapter One

I twitched in my seat. It was almost time. He would be home at any minute. There was no safe place to hide. Not for me. He didn't want to hurt Jason. Only me. Which was good. I could take the pain. I couldn't take watching him hurt Jason.

"Mommy," I hear him cry from his room. He knows he should be hiding, out of sight. At least then I could make sure that Jacob only took out his anger on me.

"Hide Jason baby. Daddy will be home soon," I said in a hushed whisper.

"But I wanna talk to daddy," he cried.

"NO!" I roared from where I was, as I heard Jacob's vehicle pulling up into the driveway.

I shuttered from head to toe, awaiting his fury.

"Bella you bitch!" he roared from the front door.

In times like these, it's hard for me to remember the man I fell in love with. He didn't used to be like this. He used to be a sweet man, a good man. He used to be honorable, and he used to love me. I don't know what happened, and why he is the way he is. I wish I could find the nerve to leave him. Instead, I take his fury, and the blows that come with it. I hide the evidence of his fury with makeup, turtle-necks, and long sleeves. It's a good thing that we've moved back to our hometown of Forks, Washington. Otherwise people might think I've lost my mind wearing long sleeves in the middle of summer.

"Get over here, RIGHT NOW!" I had never heard him like this, and I was literally afraid for my life. Jason's too.

"Jacob Black! I swear, I can't take this anymore," I sighed, unable to look into his pitch black, fury filled eyes. I didn't know where my sudden strength to stand up to him was coming from, but I stood up, my eyes still peeled to the floor below me. "I am leaving, and I'm taking Jason with me. You won't hurt us again."

"Like hell! I'd rather see you dead, then have you leave. You walk out that door, and I will kill you. Worthless bitch!" his tone was worse than anger, and I felt his fury as his hand roughly gripped my chin and forced me to look at him.

I shivered from head to toe. Tonight would be my end, tonight I would die. I could see it in his eyes. He wasn't lying, he was going to kill me—I just hoped he would leave Jason alone. I clenched my eyes closed tightly, and let the good memories. The ones where Jacob wasn't a monster that had me shaking everyday. No these memories were before, when we were happy.

Beginning of Flashback

I felt the warm part of arms wrap firmly around my waist. I couldn't stop the smile spreading across my face. I didn't want to stop it. I was happy. I was married to a man that I loved more than I could ever imagine. We were moving into our first house together. Life was really looking up for us.

"Hello Mrs. Black," his husky voice whispered into my ear.

I shivered, as goosebumps raised on my arm.

"Hello Mr. Black," I whispered back, before turning myself toward him.

His pitch black eyes were burning with intensity. I could feel his love for me radiating from his body, and wanted nothing more than to try out the new bedroom. There were, however, more important things to discuss at the moment.

"What's wrong babe?" he asked, the intensity turning to worry and concern. How could I not love this man?

"It's just—I'm late," I wasn't sure that this was something we were necessarily ready for. We've only been married for a little over five months now. It seemed a bit early for a baby.

"Like late—late?" he asked, the concern still in place, as he gently stroked my cheek.

"Like by two weeks—I took a test—it was positive," my head hung, I was afraid to look at his face. I have never been afraid of this man, ever in my life. I didn't understand the fear now.

"Hey, look at me," his voice was soft, barely a whisper. "We're gonna be a family. We're gonna be fine honey, I promise."

He smiled my most favorite smile. It showed every tooth in his mouth, and it was when he looked his happiest.

"It doesn't scare you?" I asked him.

I was scared. What if I was a horrible mom? I didn't have one growing up. She abandoned both me and my father when I was only a year old. I don't even remember her. What if I couldn't do it?

"Of course it does Bells. Like hell it does, but it doesn't change the fact that we're gonna be parents. We just have to do our very best with him or her. Just hope for the best," He smiled before kissing the top of my head.

I laid my head comfortably on his chest. It might be hard like a rock, but it was still comfortable to me. His hand ran through my hair, soothing me.

"We'll be fine, I promise."

End of Flashback

I lay limply on the floor. Blood oozing from so many places that I can't even count. I can literally feel the life draining out of me. I hear the sirens in the distance. I knew he would lie. Make up some sordid tell of how his overly clumsy wife fell down the stairs. That he really regrets getting a house with stairs. I knew the rules by now. I was too klutzy for my own good. Which wasn't necessarily a lie—but in this instance it was. Maybe I would finally have the courage to not lie with him. Maybe I would be able to get someone to help me—to save me.

Laying in a hospital bed was not one of my favorite things. They were the world's most uncomfortable beds. It was nearly impossible to get comfortable in them. Although that could also have a lot to do with my injuries. He did a good job this time. One of his best jobs yet. My left eye was swollen shut, black and blue. I had bruises covering about eighty percent of my body. My right arm was broken—or how my doctor explained it. It was shattered. It would need to be surgically repaired. I had some slight internal bleeding that they were able to stop. Other than that though, I was in top notch shape.

"Good, your awake," the doctor smiled at me.

Although the descriptions were coming from my father, Chief of Police Charlie Swan. He wasn't as good of a storyteller though. This doctor had to be somewhat new. I'd never seen him before. His blond hair sparkled in the florescent lighting.

"How are you feeling Mrs. Black?" he asked me. His eyes were an unusual color. A golden honey color. Very vibrant and beautiful.

"Sore—pain," I muttered.

"I'm going to have the nurse administer some more morphine, but I need to speak with you first," his smile was kind, and I wanted to scream out to him about Jacob.

"Umm—okay," I said softly, really not in the mood to talk. Not when I was on the edge of screaming out to take Jacob the hell away.

"First off Isabella--"

"It's Bella," I moaned out, as a sharp pain ripped through my arm.

"Okay, Bella. You have some very distinctive injuries. Not all of which are consistent with falling down a flight of five stairs. The bruising is the only consistent pattern. The break in your arm, is distinctive of someone breaking it. Not from falling on it. The internal bleeding, is in such a place, that you would have had to been kicked rather hard to receive such internal bleeding--" he paused for a moment, opening my non-swollen eyelid open, flashing a small flashlight in my eye. "I need to hear from you that you fell down the stairs."

I sighed. I could tell that with as intently as he was watching, and with as bad a liar as I was that he would see through it. Would it be easier if I just admitted the truth? Jacob would think I did anyways, when he found out. He would find out.

"I fell down the stairs. I've always been a clumsy child. I really need to watch my step," I said, looking at my hand, memorizing every little scar left on it from Jacob's beatings.

"I want to believe that is what truly happened Bella, but I don't. I promise you—you can talk to me," that sweet smile crept onto his face again. I hated it. It made it even more difficult to lie to him. I believed the smile, and that was dangerous for me and Jason.

"Well I'm sorry, but it is the truth," I folded my good arm across my chest. I knew I was acting childish, but if he didn't leave soon, he would figure out that I was lying for certain. I could feel the tears prick the edge of my eyelid It wouldn't be long before they found their way out of eyes and down my cheeks.

"If you say that's what happened—I have no real reason to not believe you. Here," he paused, pulling a small white card from the pocket of his white lab coat. "If you need anything—at all, you can call me—day or night."

I took the card, and held it firmly in my good hand. I read the information carefully, feeling that I might actually need it before long. If Jacob's beatings kept getting worse, I might actually die from them. The thought alone scared the living hell out of me. I wasn't necessarily afraid of death—or to die. In some ways I think it might be easier. Less painful, but I couldn't do that to Jason. I wouldn't leave him without a mother—not like me.

"Dr. Carlisle Cullen," his name slid through my lips with ease, and saying the name sprang the tears from my eyes, and they ran steadfast down my cheeks. They stung my swollen eye, and I wiped them angrily from my good eye.

Crying would help nothing. I should have come clean. I should have told Dr. Cullen about how awful Jacob was. I knew my father wouldn't let him come within a town's length from me. If he didn't kill him first. My father would gladly go to prison if it meant that someone that has hurt me so severely was no longer around to hurt me again. Why was I so stupid. Why can't I just admit the truth? Why couldn't I say out loud what I say in my head? Why can't I just scream to the top of my lungs that Jacob Black is a wife-beater? That he beats me every single day. That if he keeps it up, I'll most likely will not live to see my twenty-fifth birthday.

My head fell into my good hand, and I felt my body shake violently from the sobs that ripped through me. I felt my side ache from the stitches that were in place from them stopping the internal bleeding. I was aware that if I kept this up that I could very well bust my stitches open. I couldn't' stop though. I hurt, more than physically. Mentally, emotionally, I hurt. I was so exhausted. I felt like I could sleep for enteriaty and that wouldn't be long enough.

"Excuse me," I heard a soft voice say from a small distance from my bed.

My head snapped up, my good eye was red-rimmed, my body was still shaking, the sobs still coming in short intervals.

"Are you Isabella Swan?" he asked.

His figure was slightly blurry behind my tears, but I could still tell that he was the most beautiful man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was an odd color. A bronze color. I'd never seen hair such an odd color before. I couldn't see his eyes from here, but they were set kind of high on his face, but not to high. His forehead was creased with worry. Obviously from witnessing a woman who "fell down the stairs" sobbing uncontrollably. His lips were a light pink, and his skin was rather pale. It couldn't be from living in Forks, considering that I had never seen this beautiful man before.

"Yes," my voice was hoarse.

"I got a call from a concerned citizen. I need to speak with you about your—injuries," his voice was laced with worry and concern. That fact alone made him all the more beautiful. How he could worry about someone he didn't even know.

"Are you a cop or something?" I found myself asking once the sobs subsided.

"Yes, I'm one of Chief Swan's deputies. Your his daughter—correct?" he asked, he was closer now and I could see that his eyes were a dark emerald color.

"Yes, Charlie's my father," I sighed. I had a feeling that he was the concerned citizen. He never felt right questioning me himself.

"Could you please explain to me, the events that led to your injuries?" he asked.

I noticed that he was unwilling to say fall down the stairs. He, apparently didn't believe it anymore than Dr. Cullen had.

"What if I said that—I didn't fall down the stairs?" I asked, my eyes unwilling to meet his.

"I'd say that I didn't believe that you did," his voice was calm, and I felt him sit down beside me. "I'm not here to take a statement. I'm here for a favor—my father—he gets a little more involved with his patients than the hospital usually likes. He was worried about your safety Isabella. I want to help you. I need you to tell me, how I can do that."