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"James, please don't do this. You know he doesn't mean anything to me. I love you, only you! Please..." I cry out against his harsh blows to my body.
I really hadn't meant to let that boy talk to me at the grocery store. But he wouldn't stop talking to me. I hate him...
No, this isn't his fault. It's yours, bastard child.
I groaned. I hate you, evil inner voice.
"You KNOW you're mine. Why are you such a whore? You BELONG to me!" He roared.
"I know! James, I've learned my lesson. PLEASE stop!"
His left and is grabbing my hair, using it to hold me high in the air while his booted foot kicks me again and again. He throws me to the wall, and I hear a crack ring throughout the tiny apartment. I scream hopelessly again, the pain of a broken rib making it hard to breathe. He pauses, and looks me in the eye with a cruel glare, with an amused look on his devilish face.
Broke your rib, have I? That's just too bad. Now get the fuck up and clean up. A few... friends are coming soon, and I don't want them starving to death. GET YOUR FAT ASS UP, BITCH." James growls.
What else could I do? I slowly get up and start limping to the kitchen to make dinner. He watches me for a few moments, and then stalks away to his room to get ready. I hear him slam his door, and I let my guard down. I lift my shirt up to see blue and black bruises all over. The one's from last week were still yellowing. Tears slide down my face as I prepare pasta for tonight. I knew his friends. They weren't friends. They were his workers. And in my life, I learned the hard way that there was a BIG difference.
My name is Bella Marie Swan, and I am treated like a slave.