Disclaimer! I do not own Twilight or any of the characters, thats all reserved for Stephenie Meyer .

This is a JasperxBella story and it's going to be my first actual story on ff!). So try to be nice? HeHe, any-who, this wont be one of those happy, fairytale stories. If anything in this story offends you or anything of that sort, I am truly sorry but I will not change any of it. This story will contain harsh realities, cursing, maybe lemons, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera! I do not wish to hurt anyone or bring up unpleasant thoughts from personal experience so please do heed my warning before reading my story. Thank you and enjoy.


I sat silently as always on the edge of the dock, engrossed into my favorite book, Wuthering Heights. My shoes lie beside me, the cool water nipping at the tips of my toes, I paid no attention to the world around me. I usually did not tread so lightly over the rules James had set for me, but I couldn't seem to care. That was of course until I heard the beat of wet feet padding down the dock. I instantly jumped up, yanking my shoes up with me, eyes wide. Had he found me in the only place I could get away?

"Oh!" He jumped back, realizing he startled me... It wasn't him, I don't think I've ever been so grateful for a stranger in my life. I quickly mumbled an apology to the lanky, blonde haired boy before quickly stumbling away.

"Wait!" He called, but I ignored him, pushing my rigid body a bit faster. The sky was gloomy and left an eerie feel, I knew I would never make it back in time but I had to try... Surly he would understand, right? No, I knew hoping was pointless so I took off sprinting towards the place that was deemed my home by law. My body protested from the lack of movement from sitting on the dock but I had to hurry.

All too soon I was walking up the drive-way, glaring at James's car, I swear it was mocking me by just sitting there; taunting me as if it knew what was waiting for me inside since they beat me home.

"I can't believe I'm glaring at a car!" I mumbled, dragging my feet to the door. The house was awkwardly quite. I wasn't greeted with shouting as I entered, nothing being thrown, no one lunging at me as I tried to stubble out of the way, never moving fast enough. I slowly walked around the corners, peering into the living room to find it empty.

"Isabella." My body went ridged as he whispered in my ear. I couldn't move... couldn't breathe... couldn't think. His mucky breathe tainting the air around me and the smell of whisky consumed me. I knew I needed to distract him but I couldn't find my voice.

"Now... Where have you been?" He asked innocently, twirling one of my curls in one of his scummy hands. I couldn't hear any anger beneath his voice, there was something new to in and it frightened me more that I would have thought possible at that moment. Suddenly I missed the anger because I could handle it, I was used to it, but this, this was something entirely different and I feared for my life.

"Wh-wheres V-victoria? I d-didn't s-see her when I, when I came in..." I said as quickly and quietly as possible, stumbling over my words.

"Well..." Slowly he took my hand, leading me thru the hall, but he stopped short; next to the closet and nodded his head in its direction.

"Go on," He looked me dead in the eye, silently daring me to defy him. "open it." My heart was beating out of my chest thinking of every scenario that could have possible happened while I was in my own little world. Slowly I took the knob in my hand, turning it as slowly as possible. The second I peered thru the small crack in the door I regretted it, I could feel the sob building up in my throat. Tears were threatening to spill over as I glanced over the bruised and bloody body, just tossed limply over the dark carpet.

"Next time your late. It wont only be her." He said with a voice that could put Jigsaw to shame and walked off with a new spring in his step. The second he was out of site I threw open the door dragging Victoria to me, tears blurring my vision. The only thing that told me she was still alive was the shallow rise and fall of her chest.

"Vicky, Oh my god," I held tightly onto her, as if I was trying to hold the life in her body, "I am so sorry!" I felt her hand grasp my arm with whatever little strength she had left.

"Here, I need you to try to stand." I re-positioned her so it would be easier to support her weight and stood up as gently as I could, just as she has done for me countless times before. The quicker we moved the more she would whimper in pain as we hurriedly stumbled into my closet-sized room. I laid her down on my bed, as tenderly as I could, fearing she would shatter at my finger tips. As soon as she was safely on the bed I yanked the first-aid kit from it's hiding spot under my pitiful excuse for a nightstand. I instantly started aiding to every cut, gash, and scratch that was visible to my eyes.

"B-bella," My eyes shot up to her face, it was filled with nothing but concern... Concern for me, "It wasn't your fault..."

"Vic... How can you even say that?" My tears started up again.

"I tried to distract him, but he was persistent on going out and finding you... I tried to help..." Now she had tear streaming down her face, he voice hoarse.

"Just stay quite Vicky... " She gave me a slight nod, wincing as she did so. "Nothings broken. Just get some rest." Her eyes dashed to the door and back to me.

"No. You're not leaving this room." I completely refused to let her go back to the room they shared. She gave a pleading look.

"What if he gets angry with me for staying?" Her voice was barely audible.

"Then I'll take the blame, but now, you need to sleep." Her eyes were frantic but she didn't argue knowing she wouldn't even be able to get out the door without my help. Soon she was in a deep sleep as I stayed by her side, not daring to close my eyes in fear James would come after one of us.


This is all right now, just a pilot chapter, so it's not forever long or anything but I'll do my best to make the others longer. Oh, and sorry if you guys like Vicky being the bad guy but she had to be good for the story to progress the way I have it planned! Please tell me if I should continue, thanks bunches ;)

Scritto con amore ,

XoXo, Isabel P.