Chapter 1: Robbed

Bella's POV:

This is the epitome of my senior year. Prom.

It's when a bunch of horny high school kids get all dressed up just to get sweaty and have their clothing be thrown in a corner while they get some. Joy.

My boyfriend Edward asked me in the sweetest way possible. He lit hundreds of candles that were placed in the word "PROM?" outside my window and threw pebbles until he got my attention. Sweet, huh?

Of course I nearly flew out my window and into his arms to kiss him, but he met me up there in surprising speed. Need I remind you that my boyfriend is a vampire?

We kissed for a new record (30 seconds, WOO!) and then he took me to bed. And not in the sense that you may be thinking! (perverts...) He gingerly placed me in bed and joined me, stroking my hair softly as he hummed my lullaby. Let's just say I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Let's skip ahead through the prom dress shopping with Alice, which was basically torture. She managed to get me into a navy blue above-the-knee spaghetti strap tiered dress with some lacy black heels to match. Curling my hair was a barrell of fun, and I sat and writhed in agony while she tore through my large amount of hair and left it sparkling and bouncy.

Naturally, Edward's jaw dropped as he saw me come down the stairs the night of. Charlie almost died of a seizure when he realized how much makeup I was wearing and the length of my dress, but Alice assured him that there was spandex underneath, and his hyperventilating stopped.

I linked arms with Edward and he led me into his Volvo. He closed the door behind me and I watched him as he sauntered around the front of his car and got in. The ride there was fun, seeing as Emmett's Jeep was in front of us and he kept sticking his head out the window to make faces. Rosalie, however, remained sullen.

Our arrival was basically unnoticed. We walked in and immediately started swaying to the music, gasping as we saw how humongous the dance floor was.

The night went on. I stayed with Edward most of the time. I visited Angela and Ben for a minute or so and made small talk. Jessica waved to me a little bit in the arms of Mike. I interrupted Jasper and Alice's dance to wave at Alice and I flicked Emmett's head while he danced with Rosalie.

Edward kissed me occaisonally while I was in his arms dancing with him. Half the night I felt like I was floating on a cloud. The other half? Not so much. Edward and I were sharing a passionate kiss, one that made my heart fly into my throat and made my lips tingle when all the lights shut off in the hotel and the room went black.

Edward and I immediately stopped kissing, but I remained in his arms.

"Edward?" I called, even though I knew he was right there.

"I'm right here, Bella," he said. I hugged him tight and buried my face in his chest. We heard a door slam, and everybody screamed. It was still black as night, but suddenly footsteps were coming closer.

"Bella," Edward breathed. "Jasper, Emmett and I need to see what's happening." I shook my head frantically, not wanting him to leave me. Something was wrong, something worse than the power being out.

"Don't worry, Bella, Alice and Rosalie will be right here," he assured.

I nodded reluctantly, and he was gone. I searched blindly for Alice and Rosalie, until I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was cold, and a surge of relief washed through me.

"Alice?" I asked, hearing my voice shake despite my relief.

"Wrong," said a male voice, and I felt myself be thrown on the ground with a loud thud. I cried out in pain at the force of the blow, and I could feel hot tears stream down my face. "Don't move!" the voice ordered again.

This was not a voice I recognized.

I heard the tearing of something; my dress, I figured. I could feel the cold tile underneath me, and I knew my dress was off my body. I realized the imminent danger, and I tried to scream, but the cold hand clamped over my mouth while I felt pressure on my hips.

Beneath that icy hand, I began screaming. I kicked and thrashed, but the strength of the person on top of me was inhuman. I was about to be raped, possibly killed, and there was nothing I could do.

"Help!" I tried, but my voice was too muffled my the powerful hand that prevented me from any type of rescue. And then I felt the pain, the excruciating pain that held no love, no passion like a first should be. And when it was over, and what felt like a knife was out of my body to let me bleed, I heard the screams.

Piercing, bloodcurdling screams that erupted from my body, my mouth, as I lay there motionless, paralyzed by fear and pain and cold. The pressure inside of me was gone, and I knew that although the deed was over, the aftermath was not.

It happened.

And although I felt the figure on top of me disappear right before I heard Edward's frantic cries in my ears, it had been too late. My insides were throbbing and in between my legs it stung and bled. I screamed and gripped onto Edward's hand.

I felt warmth wrap around me and realized it was Edward's coat around my naked body. He picked me up in his arms and made sure I was completely covered before he stood up and carried me outside.

The building was still pitch black inside and it was brighter outside. Edward carried me for a long, immeasurable period of time before I blacked out. I couldn't see, but I could still think, and dream.

Everything I dreamt was about who had been willing to rape a girl at their Senior year while she screamed in the dark. I realized something while I had been praying and begging for death instead of the excruciating pain and grief I was facing:

I was naked, robbed of everything. My dignity, my virginity, and any remaining shred of trust in humanity was gone.

This story was kind of hard to write. This is an experiment I thought of during writer's block so bear with me. Review and tell me what you think.