Bella's POV:
"Don't touch me!" I screamed as loud as my voice box would allow. I scrambled around on the floor and stood to my feet. Gripping tightly to a wall was harder than I thought. My leg was going limp, from a hurtful twist. The feeling of fingers being tangled in my hair rose goosebumps up my arms. "Stay away from me!" I yelled again, though not as loud. My throat was going dry. No one would be able to hear me crying for help now. The thought just made everything worse.
Tears streamed down my face. I reached for the railing beside a set of stairs. I had to make it upstairs. The tears flowing down my face blurred my vision, so I didn't see him come up from behind me. My head was slammed into the wall. There were blotchy patches of black embedded into my vision. With my right hand I took a hard swing at his face.
Unfortunately, his strong grip caught my wrist. His hands gripped either side of my face in a painful squeeze. I winced in pain. I really had pissed him off this time. "What's the matter, Bella?" He asked, with a grin. "Are you scared?" He let out a sour chuckle that made me want to punch in that smug grin. I glared him intensly.
The phone rang from the kitchen counter. I stood to answer it, but he only pushed me back into the wall. I gripped the back of my head in pain. After all of this, I had to have some sort of head problems. Maybe those problems would show up in the future. I stared at him as we listened to the answer machine pick up. 'Hey its Bella. I'm a little busy right now. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.' I waited for the 'beep'. "Hey Bella. It's just Edward. I was wondering if you had any plans for dinner tomorrow night? Um... just give me a call." I heard the line go dead.
My heart started beating out of my chest. Why couldn't Edward just come here and ask me in person? The air in my body was being released quickly and I wasn't getting any back. I closed my eyes, begging for air to come. "I guess that's just one message you'll never get to return." He whispered, harshly.
Oh God. Please help me. Finally air was sucked into my lungs. I coughed violently, breathing as much air in as possible. I let out a small sigh of relief when he turned away from me. Maybe he was done for the night. Wrong. A swift blow to my cheek reminded me that he was never done. I reached up and touched my lip, gently. There was blood gushing out. Great. Another busted lip. And the last one had just finally healed.
"Why are you doing this to me?!" I screamed at his back as he tried to walk away. He stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly, I wished I had just kept my big mouth shut. His head cocked over to the side. With a quick turn on his heal, he was facing me once again.
I gulped as he stalked toward me. My back fell slowly down to the floor. I looked up at him with anxious brown eyes. Praying for once that he wouldn't hit me again. His face leaned down to reach mine. "You wanna know why I do this, Bella?" He smiled, showing each of his teeth. "Because it's fun. Without you, there would be no thrill in my life."
His hand flew back and I prepared for the next blow. But it never came. He let out a long laugh. The fear in my eyes must've been enough. He brushed a hand along the side of my face. "Besides... one of these days... I'll get tired of you. Then I'll just have to kill you." He laughed again, as my eyes grew wide.
Before I knew it, his fists were balled up. He punched me in the face. I fell backwards and knocked my head on the stairs. I heard him laughing and since I didn't get knocked out... I pretended to be. For the rest of the night.
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Relief refreshed through my body when I woke up the next morning. It was just so great to be alive. One of these days I was going to go to sleep and then not wake up. Things are starting to get more dangerous than I thought. I needed to tell someone. Put him in jail. But once he gets out, he'll just come and find me. Only things will be ten times worse next time.
I looked around to see that I was still laying on the staircase. He must've bought my act. I smiled a little smile that instantly faded. "Oh Bella?!" His voice rang through my ears. I cringed. Standing up seemed harder than I thought, but I forced myself up. I appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. "Where is my breakfast? You know that I like my breakfast ready by nine. It's now, nine-thirty." He folded his arms across his chest.
My eyes followed him as he walked over to the dishwasher. He pulled out a white plate that was made from some sort of fancy glass. His ran ran over it, like he was polishing it. His face turned to rage. Before I could even process what was about to happen, he threw the plate. It hit me dead smack in the face.
I reached up and clutched my face in pain. When I pulled my hands away, I pulled up enough courage to look at them. There was blood and traces of white speacks. "I need to go to the hospital."
I didn't even realize that I was speaking out loud. He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me back. "No. You. Are. Not." He said, between clenched teeth. There was a 'thud', then there was a sharp pain in my head. Tears flew out of my eyes, creating a river. I fell backwards. "Edward is going to stop you." I whispered.
He grinned at me. "What was that?"
Courage surged through my body. "Edward is going to stop you!" I yelled it this time. "You'll never get away with any of this!" More tears flooded out from my eyes.
"I already have gotten away with this." He stated.
He sent a powerful kick to my stomach. I groaned. I am going to die. There was no doubt about it. He said last night that he would eventually kill me. Tonight would be that night. I laid on the ground and waited to die. To just drown in my tears.
About five minutes passed by, before the front door flew open. I forced my eyes to squint open. It was Edward. Life surged back into my blood stream. His eyes ment mine instantly. They were sad as he ran to my side. "Bella?" His arms stretched out around me. The door was opened again. I watched Alice come in next. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of me.
"We're going to get you out of here, Bella." Edward promised. He froze as a voice that has haunted me joined in. "Well... well. Looks like you guys finally found out mine and Bella's little secret."
Edward stood to his feet. He slammed him into the wall. "I you ever touch her again..." He sneered. "I will kill you."
There was a loud laugh. "Edward, don't. He's not worth it. We need to get Bella to the hospital." Alice said, quickly. Edward nodded and ran back to my side. He lifted me up in his arms tightly. I rested my head on my chest, knowing that I was finally safe.
As we were leaving out the front door, I looked back at the guy who was ruining my life. He grinned back at me. The dagger eyes of Mike Newton.
So what do you think? It kind of just hit me. Please review and let me know. Should I continue?