Just a quick note to let you all know that this is my first fanfiction I've written. I've been lurking for a while, getting a feel for things and I got an idea in my head last night that wouldn't go away so I sat down and wrote this. I'm hoping everyone will like it. Any suggestions will be taken into consideration! Happy reading!

Disclaimer: you know the drill, I don't own twilight or it's characters. I own, well nothing!

"Bella, please don't do this. It was an accident baby, I swear. I didn't mean it. Open the door so we can talk about it."

I could hear him, right outside our bedroom door. His heavy breathing giving away his anger, something I knew to listen for whenever his temper got the best of him.

I also knew better than to open the door to him. The bedroom was my safe haven until he calmed down; there was no way I was letting him in willingly.

"Go away. I'm not coming out until you calm down." The words trembled from my swollen lips. I'd be feeling the sting from his hand, I was sure, once the shock had worn off. It usually took a while for the pain to set it. Gingerly, I put my fingers to my face where his hand had left its mark on my face minutes before. Things had to change. I knew I couldn't live like this for too much longer. He'd kill me. I just knew it.

"Damn it Bella. Open this damn door. Don't make me get mad baby. You know what'll happen if I do." His voice was low and even. Another sign that his anger was beginning to get out of control. I could picture his eyes, black and furious, on the other side of the flimsy bedroom door.

He started hitting the door with a force that would surely snap the hinges off.

"Please, leave me alone. I'm sorry for answering you back. I won't do it again. Just please calm down." I tried reasoning with him, even though I knew it was too late. I sat on the floor and drew my knees up to my chest and leaned on the bed for support. I couldn't help crying, which only made him angrier.

He beat on the door for what seemed like hours until it became eerily silent. I couldn't hear him breathing anymore and foolishly I thought he'd given up and gone back to the living room. I got to my feet to head for the door and all at once, the wood gave way to his heavy boot and shattered into splinters at my feet. Looking up, I saw his eyes, what I had feared. They were dark. And deadly.

"Look at what you made me do Bella. You are going to have to be punished for that." He spoke, and walked towards me.

"No, please…"

His hand connected with my face before I could finish and my vision blurred.

Again and again, he dealt blow after blow.

He backed me to the bed, tearing at my clothes until he had me naked, and then pushed me onto my back. I closed my eyes, tears streaming down.

"Please don't do this." But it was useless.

"Shut up you slut. You know you like it rough." One of his massive hands held me down by my chest while the other went to his belt and unbuckled it. Freeing himself, he stroked and pulled on his manhood until he was painfully rock hard.

"Look at me Bella. Come on slut. You're spreading it for everyone else, I know it. Look at me."

I opened my eyes and looked into his, fear running through my body. I knew he was going to rape me. Struggling would only make it worse.

Kneeing my legs apart, he cuffed my hands above my head and placed himself right at my opening. He leaned down and ran his tongue along the side of my face and neck and whispered in my ear, "You deserve this bitch." I shuddered, involuntarily.

Roughly, and with no warning, he shoved himself into my unwilling flesh. I cried and struggled, to no avail. It only made him more determined to hurt me. He pounded and pounded into me, cursing me and grunting. One of his hands left mine to dig into my hip, hard, his fingertips digging into my flesh.

I could tell he was nearing the end, his thrusts getting more erratic and painful. He took his hand from my hip and grabbed my chin, and all at once, forced my mouth on him as he came, spilling himself into me. I had no choice but to swallow. Spitting it out would mean another round.

Panting, he rolled onto his back and shoved me to the floor.

"Clean yourself up and then clean up the mess you made." With that last work, he rolled over, and slept.

I moved quickly to the bathroom, wincing from the pain. The tears in my eyes wouldn't stop falling and I tried to keep from crying out. I stood in front of the mirror and I didn't recognize the woman in front of me. Cuts and blood littered my face like a bad painting.

"Oh Bella, look what you've become" I whispered to myself. He'll kill me next time. I know it.

I pulled on my sleep clothes, yoga pants and a t-shirt, and tried to clean the blood off my face. I went back to the bedroom, and my body seemed to work on its own accord after that. I grabbed my cell phone from the night stand and my purse off the floor and tiptoed down the hallway to the front door, not thinking of what I was doing or where I was going.

Inside the elevator, I pulled out my phone and stared at it. Knowing exactly who to call, I dialed and prayed for an answer.

"Jasper," my voice broke, "I need you. Please come get me. I'm scared. Hurry before he wakes up'

On the other end of the phone, Jasper cursed. "Bella, where are you, I'm on my way."

"I'm down in the lobby of the building. I'm scared Jazz."

"Emmett and I will be right there" He heard her disconnect the phone and he cursed again. "EMMETT, WAKE UP AND HURRY. IT'S BELLA." He yelled to his roommate, while grabbing shoes and his clothes. The two of them said nothing as they dressed as fast as they could, climbed into Emmett's Jeep, and sped off in the night.

Fifteen minutes later, I saw Emmett's massive jeep pull up to the building. Emmett and Jasper ran to the door, just as he came off the elevator. I screamed as Jasper tore through the lobby, pulling me into his arms. He whispered softly in my arms that I was safe, but I was shaking so hard it was hard to believe him.

I could see my fiancé sneering as he made his way to me, but Emmett, huge like mountain, stepped in front of me, blocking my view.

"This isn't your business, Emmett. She's my fiancée and we'll handle it. I'm sure whatever she told you was an exaggeration." He moved to snatch me from Jasper, but Emmett was too fast for him.

"You're wrong there buddy. My sister is my business."

"Em, come on man. We've got to go. Bella needs to get out of here." Jasper said, always the peace keeper.

"Don't you worry. I'll be back to finish this. You're gonna pay for what you've done to her." Lightening fast, his fist swung out and connected with Jacob's face, and laughed when he hit the ground. He followed Jasper out to the jeep and got behind the wheel.

I curled up into Jasper, and darkness overtook me.

"Where to Jazz?" He asked

"Let's take her to Alice's. She'll know what to do."

"Alright man. Jazz, I'm gonna kill him for this. Look at her man. Did you know it was this bad? Why didn't she tell us?"

"I don't know. But we'll deal with that later. Let's just get to Alice's. She's sleeping for now." Jasper held on to me, keeping me as comfortable as possible. Emmett drove in the direction of Alice's house.

"Are you gonna call him?" Emmett whispered

"Yeah, Em. I have to. I can't keep this from him. She'll be mad at me for telling him, but he deserves to know. We all know he's in love with her, and he'll be pissed if he doesn't hear this from us. He'll want to take care of her. Besides, right now, his medical degree will come in handy." Pulling his phone from his pocket, he sighed. This call would be hard. He dialed the familiar number and spoke quietly when the voice on the other line picked up.

"Edward, its Jasper. We need to talk."

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