A/n: Prompted. The prompt: Bella/Jake abusive relationship. And this very vague so to clear some things up:
The man is Emmett
Bella goes to a shelter
and Jacob goes to jail—followed by Hell
Enjoy.
Get out. The one thing you need to do is get out. That's what you tell yourself. But you won't; not unless someone one finds you in this hellhole.
So you stay quiet. You make dinner and lunch and breakfast. You be good. But he still hits you and hits you. Always after a couple beers. Always when the whole town is asleep. Always when you can't feel your tears.
You forget that your dad is a cop… that he could get you out of here. Or that you can call Social Services. It's stupid but you do.
You stay boxed in… you cry when he's not home.
Then everything gets worse. You're expecting. You're not ready.
He's 25 and a drunk. You're barely 19 and battered.
You call Social Services. The words won't come out. They trace the call anyways.
The clock is ticking… he should be home from work soon.
Sirens. You lie on the kitchen floor, gasping. The cold tiles feel good. Your heading is spinning… you should have listened to everybody.
Frantic knocking. You don't get it; it's unlocked. Click. You feel like you're in a horror movie.
A man is squatted on the floor next to you. Your eyes are suddenly clouded with tears. The man is big, pale and looks like him.
He has a loud voice that is telling you comforting words. The tears won't shut off.
He lifts you off the ground, like a baby. You try to control your gasps; you can't. You're shivering.
He asks you what happened. You won't say a word.
He takes you to the car outside your house, and mutters something about unresponsiveness.
You know where you're going. And where you're staying. And how you'll never be able to trust someone ever again.
You don't see him again.
And he'll be put in place worse than where I was going.
You lose the baby.
FIN