AN: I DO NOT own twilight , I am only using the characters and some of the plot. This fanfic is set in Twilight , when Alice, Jasper and Bella escape to a hotel. This entry if kind of graphic and contains triggers. If you don't like don't read.
I wrote the note not to stray away from reality that this man was dangerous, but to protect those who i love. I loved the cullen family, my father and my mother, And if this sacrifice is what it took to keep them safe, that's exactly what I'd do.
I left the hotel without turning to look back. I'd taken 40 dollars from Alice's purse in efforts to cover taxi expenses. I was going to do this and I didn't have time to convince myself that I was too scared to do it. This isn't for me this is for them. I flagged down the first guy I could and gave him the address to the studio. I slid in the back of the cab and clutched the half full can of pepper spray my father had given me months earlier. I knew James was a vampire, but it was worth a shot. It was all I had to try and defend myself with. I stared out of the window the remainder of the ride praying my mother was alive and that he'd kept his word. It hadn't quite occurred to me how I'd feel or what I'd do if he hadn't. He had to keep his word; he just had to.
The ballet studio was closed of course, but I paid the driver and he only offered me a shake of his head in return. He probably thinks I'm on drugs. I sighed and faced my destiny, or fate whichever you call it. The walk on the pavement sent chills down my spine and each step made me feel less comfortable. I closed my eyes and approached the double doors and braced myself for whatever was to come. It was worth it , right?
I could hear the sound of my mom calling my name. She sounded frantic and in a panic. My heart fluttered and my pace quickened. It didn't phase me that i was in danger anymore, my concern was her. I needed to get to her; Free her from this pain I've caused. I ran to the source of the cries, only to find a locked door. I pulled and pried frantically trying to open the door separating me from my mother. The door finally gave away to reveal videotape, replaying over and over. I slid down against the wall. I'd been tricked and I let him. This was it. I heard a chuckle from behind me. I turned to find the source only to find reflections of James from each and every mirror. He taunted me with his appearance. Suddenly Edwards's words rang in my ears from before. "As if you could outrun me".
I didn't bother asking him what he'd wanted, or why me. I knew why. He wanted what he couldn't have; he wanted to kill me because Edward hadn't. I was his Prey.
"Hello Isabella", he sneered. The way he drug out my name made me cringe and brought Goosebumps to my skin.
I refused to look at him and he was in front of me in an instant. He took my face inbetween his cold grasp. His strength threatened to show its true colors and crush my jaw in an instant.
"You're so beautiful , I can see why the Cullen kid holds onto you like a trophy".
He let go of my face and steps back to circle me as a lion does the lamb. His gaze intensifies and his eyes burn black. He eyes me hungrily, baring his teeth at me causing me to flinch. Within an instant, he's on me. His hands are in my hair gripping my hair nuzzling his nose in the groove of my neck. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction; he would not make me cry.
" I think we should send Eddie boy a little message shall we?" he taunts groping my body with his rough calloused hands. I push his hands away only to create stronger rise out of him. He shoves me to the ground, stomach first. I put my hand on my cheek, clutching the sore spot that hit the floor.
He touches my calf and trails his hand up to cup my ass. I wipe away my angry tears and shove his hands away from my body. I didn't want his hands on me but I wont give him the satisfaction of going down without a fight. Then I remembered my pepper spray, the only defense I had. He reaches to roll me over to my back and I reach for my can. Before he can make his move to grope my breast I spray the can with all my might. I scramble to get to my feet in efforts to reach the door. He catches me , throwing me down to the ground by my hair.
" I was going to spare you sweetie, be gentle with you , but no now you've earned it rough", he chuckles. I wasn't going to beg and I was going to plead. He sinks to his knees and unbuttons his pants. I close my eyes and clamp my legs together as firm as they can be. This seems to be displeasing to him as he gives me a hard slap across the face and grabs my throbbing jaw.
"Look at me!" he screams forcing my eyes to open. I glare at him with tears in my eyes unable to stop what was coming. He pulls at my pants, willing them to give away. He never breaks eye contact and I never stop willing him to quit.
He places his knees on either side of my thigh and positions himself to enter my entrance. It wasn't until then that I pleaded. I shook my head franticly but no words would come out. At last, it was too late. He'd shoved his member inside of me whole, never stopping or caring of my virginity.
I turned my head to the side lifelessly as he thrust inside of me. His red eyes were back with lust as he threw his head back to moan with pleasure. He made me sick. The pain in my center intensified with each pump and I could feel his member pulsating as his pace began to get rougher and quicker. He growls at me for turning away and lifts us so that my back rested in his hand. I screamed as his nails dug scars in my skin and this seemed to push him over the edge. He released his seed in me and bit me in the groove of my neck. My vision blacked with time as I faded into unconsciousness.
I'd woken to the annoying beating of a heart monitor. I was alive; someone had found me. I sighed and opened my eyes. Everything was so blurry there was no way I could make out faces.
" Oh Bella , Baby", my mother whispered. I could hear the tears in her voice and the thick mass in her throat.
I'd groaned and rubbed my eyes no really sure who the rest of the people were. My vision was starting to clear minutes at a time; I'd be forced to wait.
"Ed-", she cut me off placing a finger to my lips.
"He's right here honey, he sleeps here waiting day and night for you to awake".
"Awake?" how long had I been sleeping?
The events came flooding back to me as though I'd been hit with a brick. My mother grabbed my hand in hers as the tears dripped onto our embrace.
"How long", I ask trying to fight the lump in my throat.
" Three weeks", is all she says as she dips her head to kiss my hands.
The doctor comes in after the nurse explains the news. He's overjoyed to see the start of my recovery and checks all of my vitals. He shoots me a couple of sympathetic looks and I don't except them. I don't want any of their pity. Edward seems tense, never fully able to make eye contact. Things are different but I don't feel strong enough to address it. My dad brought me flowers, roses from the gift shop. I smiled at his attempt to make me happy, but nothing would ease this pain.
" Its Good to have you back bells", he exclaims, kissing me on my forehead. I jump from the touch, silently reminding him of my flaws. I can't help but feel shameful for the feelings I have caused. He probably doesn't know what to do as a father; he's probably going to send me back to live with Renee.
Days fly by and all I can do is stare at the ceiling, the last memories I have replaying over and over again. At the end of the day, who had I really saved? No one. I couldn't even save myself. Edward brought me my phone and gave me affectionate glances ever so often. As if I were fine china then, he won't even hold my hand now. I sighed in defeat and rolled over onto my side. I guess I'd moved to fast, i'd fallen nauseous and needed a trash bin asap. I reached for the little sac baggie the nurse had given me incase of instances like this. She'd mention nausea as one of the side effects of the medications I was on. Edward was at my side in an instant, rubbing my back in effort to help me cope.
We hoped today they would let me go home, but I'd still had yet to be able to prove my ability to walk. My leg had not been broken from the trauma, but Edward had expressed concerns with me coming out of my coma. The doctor ordered the nurse to bring in a walker and if I'd be able to walk, I'd be able to leave.
A part of me wasn't truly ready to leave; Deep down inside the fear ate at me. My thoughts flickered back at james and how he treated me, I'd never wanted to give anyone or anything another opportunity to do that again. The nurse entered with the walker, giving me a small sympathetic smile.
" You can do this Isabella," she cheered. I scoffed as sat upright in the bed.
She held onto the rails to help support me as I plant my feet on the ground. My stance felt weak, but never the less I was standing. I lean forward to press my weight evenly on my feet , to try and make me more stable. This was going to be a challenge, but I knew I could do it. I couldn't let this man have all of me. I wouldn't let him.
I took a step forward with my stronger leg. It was stiff from the lack of use, but was sturdy enough to support my weight. I took another step. This wasn't as successful, but it would get better with time. I was sore, but the nurse smiled at my progress. I tried to smile back at her, but I was so bitter inside. This man had taken from me, what was there to smile about. I walked back towards the bed to take a seat. I was done for today, maybe I could do more tomorrow.
Edward came to kiss my forehead and explained to me his need to hunt. I guess we were going to pretend like everything was fine, I'd guess that would be fine with me. I wanted it to be.
I felt the breeze blow past me as he left. Somewhere deep down inside I wondered where Alice was and why hadn't she tried to come see me. None of them had, not Esme the second mother I thought I had. I heard the nurse come in to check my machines, but paid her no mind. Maybe if I'd pretend long enough , all of this would just go away.
" You had a visitor come to the front desk for you Ms. Swann. I assumed you didn't want any company giving your circumstances and told them you were sleeping".
I turned to acknowledge her, smile even for small attempt at empathizing with me. She had one single red rose and a card in her hand. I felt my brows bunch with confusion. I guess she could tell my shock and placed the flower and the card at the foot of the bed and left without a word. I wanted to call out to her, ask her who was this visitor or where had they gone. It was too late and gave in to reading the card.
I touched the rose that had seemed to be freshly picked and covered with thorns. The petals were an intense shade of red.I couldn't help but shudder as the chills rolled through my body in waves. I reached for the card with shaky fingers. The front had my names sprawled across it and it looked so foreign. The letter "I" was written ever so neatly and graceful, you couldn't help but assume this was a woman's work. I opened the envelope to reveal its contents, a blank black card on the outside. I unfold the card to find a picture with writing on the card. The picture was of James and I along with everything that he stole that night. His arms were wrapped around me, holding me as he savagely took my virginity. I shut my eyes with shame and threw away the photo. The message inside the card made my legs go numb. In the deep letters it read, " see you soon".