Jasper's point of view.
There she was. My brothers wife and my wife's best friend. I wasn't attracted to her; I didn't have an actual opinion on her. I just wanted to hurt her. She had it so easy. It killed me. I felt bad enough about all the people I killed. Bella being able to control herself so easily was just something else. It was something that made me hate her. No, something that made me hate myself.
Why was she so much stronger then me? Mentally of course. She's passed her new born stage so she lost some of her strength. But mentally she was so much stronger then I. Mentally I had no self control. I don't even deserve to be part of this family with my record. Bella was my last hope. I was sure she would kill someone. Everyone does. But as time passed not a single soul was lost because of her carelessness.
But I thought of way to hurt her and I knew it would work. She would leave tonight and I would attack. It took me a long time to figure out how you hurt a vampire. Then the solution was simple. I didn't want to kill her, so that was out. I couldn't find it in my self to kill someone else. I obviously couldn't hurt her physically. The only way was to do something that would make her feel ashamed. To do something that would make her feel guilty. It would cause he emotional trauma. It was perfect. I was going to rape her.
Bella's point of view.
I could hear breathing behind me as I ran to the cottage. I was hoping Edward was returning early from his hunting trip with Emmett, Carlisle, and Rosalie. I would have gone to but Nessy is sick and I needed to stay back to take care of her.
It was just passed night fall when Nessy and I left for the cottage. She was feeling better so we ran home together. Well, she ran in front of me. She has so much energy these days. I was to busy hoping she would get back alright to think about the presence behind me until it was too late.
In a second he was on top of me. It was to dark to see his face. I tried to push him off but he was stronger then me. I screamed as loud as I could but he just covered my mouth. I struggled but he just held me tighter. Suddenly he plunged himself into me. I was so panicked I didn't notice that he had already stripped me off my pants and underwear. And when I say stripped I mean tore off. It's a good thing I had enough close to last a life time.
I could feel him inside of me so I struggled more but it didn't help. After a few minutes I realized then, that struggling would just make it worse. I stopped struggling and just laid there while this mystery man raped me. I closed my eyes tight wishing he would suddenly get up and leave. When I opened them again he was still there like I knew he would be. He was still on top of me, he was still inside of me, and he was still holding me down. If I could cry, I would.
Then a thought crossed my mind. What would Edward think? I was struck with a feeling of shame at that moment. What if he left me? What if he didn't want me after this? So many questions crossed my mind. But I knew that after this, Edward wouldn't love me anymore. After fifteen tortures minutes passed. The mystery man got off of me abruptly and ran away in a second. I just laid there on the forest floor for hours with feelings of pain (Emotional not physical.), shame, and most of all; fear that Edward would stop loving me.
I then decided that I wouldn't tell him. He would never know and so he would never stop loving me. You know those times when it's truly awesome that your mind is the only one your vampire husband can't read? Well, this is one of those times.