OK this is my first time attempting a dark fanfic and I am a little nervous. I am not positive but I doubt that I have any lemons in this story so if that is what you are looking for look else where. There will be violence, abuse (physical and emotional), and rape.

Let me first say that I do not hate Jacob!

Disclaimer: I only wish I owned Twilight and the characters.

I closed my eyes trying to focus on hearing where Jacob was. I pulled my shirt up to cover my mouth to try and keep my breath from showing in the cold winter air. The wind blew and I shivered really regretting not being able to grab a jacket. The snapping of a twig caught my attention almost making me jump.

"BELLA! Bella get back here!" With every word he yelled I could feel the pain in my body scream at me to run away. If I went back it would be far worse than it ever was before. I had never gotten this far before and I knew that I would never be able to again. If he caught me this time the only way I would get away again would be to kill myself, not to mention that would be a lot less painful.

"You ungrateful bitch get back here!" I heard his voice disappearing in the opposite direction. I slowly crawled away from the huge oak tree that hid my entire body. I knew that somewhere around here there was a small cave that was barely big enough for me to fit in before Jacob held me captive. I was sure I would easily fit in it now since I had lost thirty pounds.

I got to the entrance, laid on my stomach, and crawled in. Once I was all the way to the back I pushed some leaves towards to entrance to hide myself better. Besides the discomfort of feeling like a sardine the cave was perfect because it kept the wind from hitting me.

Even though I was still in danger of being caught and I was soaking wet and covered in mud from the rain, for the first time in months I felt safe. I knew that Jacob wouldn't be able to search for me much longer because it was pouring and I could hear thunder rumbling far away. All I had to do was survive the night and make my way to a phone in the morning. Then I could call Dr. Cullen and he would help. He promised me he would help.

I hope it caught your attention enough for you to want me to write more. Talk to me!

~SAM~