BPOV

I couldn't recall any events that took place before I realized where I was; in the back of Edward's sleek Volvo. It was smooth and gentle on pavement, but quickly became rickety and uneven as it jostled me around in the back. The pulsating in my head and the anger lacing Edward's voice was unfathomable, as he came to a screeching stop. He tore the squeaking door open, dragging me from the back seat where I had previously laid, by my arm. I cried out, yelling for him to stop, but he lifted me, hardly caring about my pain.

He stopped, throwing me to the ground when we were in a secluded area, surrounded by trees, and nothing else. I struggled to bring myself to a sitting position before he stood over me, angrily spewing out nonsense.

"You stupid fucking bitch! I gave you everything, and you deny me?" He spewed, venomously.

I said nothing, turning away from him. I was in utter terror now. He knelt beside me, forcing me to look up at him by grasping my chin.

"Say something." He raised his hand and smacked my cheek. "Say something!" He smacked me again, his voice raising to shouting. "Say something!"

"What do you want me to say, you son of a bitch?!" I screamed, leaning over as I held my cheek.

"That's it." He muttered, pulling me to my feet before throwing me onto a flat, sawed off tree stump, holding my hands firmly behind my back. I fought him, screaming and kicking until he shoved a sock in my mouth. "Shut the fuck up."

He ripped down my jeans, angrily tearing them off of me, exposing my bare behind and legs to him. He angrily dug his nails down my sensitive bottom, instantly drawing blood. Edward forced my legs apart, and touched my vagina lips with a filthy finger. I continued to struggle, gagging on the sock while tears streamed down my face. I screamed behind the fabric that prevented me from being heard, while he violated me, shoving a finger into my heat. I shut my eyes, kicking him in the shin.

"Oh, c'mon, bitch. You know you like it." He spoke as he began to pump his finger in and out of my delicate flesh.

He held my hand in a ball at the center of my head, my face planted roughly on the wood. He had all of the control, and I had none.

I squeezed my entrance muscles with all of my strength, but he forced himself into me. I screamed, the sudden rush of pain flooded the entire lower part of my body. Agony seared through me as he began to pump in and out of me. He was too big; too much to accommodate. My walls tried to stretch, but began to squeeze him, trying to expel him.

He then shoved a finger into my asshole, stretching it forcefully, ramming himself into me again. This time, I screamed bloody murder. Never before had I felt pain like this. He tore into me, over and over, until he was thoroughly satisfied.

He pulled me over on my knees once the sick bastard was done, and shoved himself down my throat. I gagged, pulling away, but he shoved himself into me again.

Once he was done, he lifted me by the collar of my shirt and tossed me as if I was a piece of trash, behind him. A splintering crack erupted as I rammed into a tree, and he approached me, holding up a black shot gun.

"This is your reward, bitch." He kicked me in the face, before readying the gun in his hand. "You want pain? I'll give you pain."

"No, please! Please, Edward!" I begged, scurrying away from his aim.

"Stupid girl." He pulled the trigger, a loud crack erupted, and there is an agony that I could never explain in my thigh. It was the pain of 6 knives ramming into the skin, muscle and bone. The agony traveled up into my hip and through my spine. I screamed, holding tightly onto my bloody thigh.

He kicked my head with his shoe, and I fell limply on the ground as he disappeared. However, I didn't lose consciousness. The pain kept me awake, but not alert. I began to see double as I looked down at the two gunshot wounds that gushed blood, leaving a large dripping trail of blood down my bare thighs. All I could do now, is wait, and not move.

Time passed almost slower than I could ever imagine it would. Birds chirped and animals captured my scent, concern fleetingly rushing over their faces, but then they'd carry on. I could not move, I could not breathe, and I could not speak. I became cold, very fast, only hoping that a bear or wolf didn't come over and try to eat me. I began to shiver and shake uncontrollably, the movement made the agony even worse. I recognized that my body was going into shock, and if I didn't get help soon, I would die. My blood continued to gather below my bare legs, never ceasing. I knew that I was losing blood fast.

I closed my eyes, praying for help to come. I tried to call out names, or make a sound, but my vocal chords would not function as they were supposed to. They only made scratchy, sandpaper sounding noises.

I gave up all hope shortly after I began to hear running footsteps and my name faintly being called out in the distance. I recognized the voice, but I couldn't seem to find who it belonged to. I decided that I must do something to get this person to know where I am.

Again. "Bella!"

I reached over gently, picking up my shoe, throwing it into a tree, watching birds scatter. That may or may not have been enough to grasp his attention.

I whispered, "I'm over here." But I was too weak to speak any more.

The footsteps became clearer and clearer and I whispered again, "Help."

I instantly recognized the voice, he sounded intensely worried and appalled.

"Bells. Bells?" Jacob picked up my hand, and held my swollen, bruised, bleeding face in his gentle grasp. "I've got you, baby. You're safe."

He pulled out his phone, quickly dialing someone. "I've found her." He shined the light from the phone over my body. "It's really bad. She's not gonna live if you don't get here now, Doc." A pause. "Well, hurry up! I'm not going to touch her!" Another pause. "Yeah, yeah. 2 bullet wounds. And her fucking pants are off! On her lower stomach and thigh… Okay. I'll tell her. Bye."

Jake pulled his arms out of his jacket, and laid it on top of me as I shivered mercilessly. "You're gonna be fine, Bells. You'll be okay. Carlisle and the family are on their way. You're gonna be fine."

I gently shook my head, whispering, "No, I won't."

He leaned over me, stroking my head, holding my hand, whispering words of comfort to me over and over. At one point, he looked up to the sky and said, "Please, Mom. Don't let her die. Please." Tears from his eyes landed on my face, and he pleaded over and over to his dead mother.

I began to sob when I heard this, feeling myself slipping away slowly. But I almost didn't care, because I knew how much blood I had lost, and I knew that this had been Edward's intentions; he wanted to kill me.

I had lost hope, but I was thankful that Jacob could be with me to comfort me when I died. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting.

It wasn't until I heard Carlisle, and Alice's voice that hope came flooding back to me. I was too weak to speak, or to move as he ordered Jacob out of the way. I saw brief blurs of Carlisle moving over me, and I looked over him to see a pink hue the decorating the sky, signifying the beginning of morning.

I had survived through the night, but I was defeated.