Hi guys this is a new story I've been working these last few days.
I know, I know, I'm a horrible author and I shouldn't be publishing this when I still have another eleven fics waiting to be updated, but I been having this idea since almost a year ago and I can't just simply keep on avoiding it... so please... deal with it...
The updates of this story are going to be way tooooooo slow so please, please, PLEASE bear with me, to be honest I'm just going to update once a month or so... yeah... sorry guys...
Rated T because of slight gore and because I'm paranoid! Rate might change.
And NOW!
Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine(unfortunately) I just own the plot and a few characters.
Summary: Bella has been abused physically and mentally by a pack of wolves for many years in the Makkah reservation ever since her parents and grandmother died leaving her all alone, finally the chance to escapes comes and she takes it without a second thought. Now she's living in La Push as guy keeping the facts that she is a wolf a secret, she is finally free of her tormentors, but what happens when one of the wolves imprints on her? not only will she have to decided whether to tell the truth or run away. Bella is now trapped, her past and the people in it are coming back for her, and she isn't so sure if the Quileute pack can keep her safe...
Pairing: Seth/Paul/Jacob X Bella (for now)
Warnings: None so far...
"Blah..." talking
'Blah...' thinking
"Blah..." dreams/flashbacks
Blah... Wolf thinking(speaking)/pack mind
Published: 09-22-13
Living Hell
- Isabella Marie Swan -
(Without Saying Goodbye)
Bella's PoV
Today, like any other day since five years ago, has been really slow and torturous, but as always, I remain silence and suffer in silence.
Adam and the rest of the pack were outside with the exception of Jesse the youngest of all, he was barely fifteen, but that didn't made him less cruel that the rest, he seemed to be the one that liked the most to see me in pain, fortunately for me, since I was Adam's "property" I didn't had to worry about Jesse or the rest of the pack hurting me, or at least without his consent.
That's right, Adam is an abusive man, I won't say boyfriend because he isn't that to me, not since the first time he hit me, ever since that moment, I knew he wouldn't be the same guy I fell in love with, no matter how much he beg for forgiveness, I was never really able forgive him, and then he became a shape shifter like me, of course he doesn't know I'm one, I wanted to keep it a secret from him, who knew what he would do to me if he ever got to know.
And I was right, I wasn't the only female shape shifter in our tribe, there were other two. Mikaela and Stephanie, the three of us decided it would be wise if we kept our mouths shut after we discovered Adam's true colors, we started hiding our scents with body wash products and we covered most of our skin so that they wouldn't notice our muscles and warm skin, we had to learn how to deal with the heat of wearing so much clothes, but it was worth it, it helped us keep alive, it worked perfectly for Mikaela and me.
But not for Stephanie, she was constantly fidgeting and taking her sweater off or rolling her sleeves up, it wasn't long before Adam and his pack noticed, they raped her multiple times before finally killing her after she refused to become Brandon's mate, Adam's beta.
Mikaela and I were terrified, since Adam first phased we decided it would be better if we spent less time together to avoid the attention, so far it seemed to help us a little, but Mikaela also started having problems with the excess of warmth and the pack discovered she was a shifter too.
She suffered the same fate as Stephanie.
I was then left alone, my grandma was the one who helped us, she used to be a shape shifter too when she was younger and her pack had the same kind of people and she also had to go into hiding, but she died a year ago, unlike my parents whose death was an accident she died peacefully in her sleep, I'm glad she didn't suffered.
I'm glad Adam hadn't find out about me being a shape shifter, I would have to thank my mother for that, at least I would if she was alive. My mom, unlike my father, wasn't from the reservation, she used to live in Forks, Washington with her big brother, Charlie Swan, my mom and my dad met in the Quileute Reservation, my uncle and mother were friends with my dad's third cousin and he was visiting, the moment they saw each other they knew they were made for each other, I guess that if my father had been a shape shifter, my mother would have been his imprint.
As I was saying, since my mom isn't Native American and I'm not as tanned as the kids in here, Adam and his pack don't suspect a thing about me, who would suspect that a "half-breed" like me would be blessed by our ancestors and become a big furry ball? I'll tell you, no one.
With time I had to start using less long sleeved clothed because Adam didn't liked them and I had to keep the act of a "good girlfriend" I suppose they thought I smelled like a wolf because I spent too many time around the pack and my body was trying to match their temperature since I was Adam's "mate"
Fortunately for me, even when Adam controlled most of my life, I was the one that controlled our sex life, which was non-existent, I somehow managed to convince him that I wanted to have sex until after we were married, the pack wasn't so happy about it, lucky me Adam himself didn't pushed the subject, he just shut his mouth and nodded.
Bad news came when he told me we would marry as soon as I turned eighteen, no argument, I reluctantly accepted staring toformule a plan to escape before that happened.
That was two years ago, when I was fifteen and a half, almost sixteen, and Adam was eighteen.
A year ago I was in Port Angels purchasing some tools for the pack's workshop (that was mostly run by me since the pack was always busy with something else therefore I was the one that provided money, food and a house where to sleep) when I came across a sickly sweet scent and I instantly knew it was a vampire that wanted to kill me, apparently Adam killed her mate and she wanted to do the same with him, a mate for a mate she said.
I was very willing to let her kill me at the time, which surprised her very much, she asked me why, and I told her, after that she decided she was going to help me, in return, I would help her, she helped me built a whole new life with false documents and all that fake stuff, and in return I would tell her about the pack, it should be considered a betrayal from me, but fuck them, they dug their own grave the moment they decided to hurt Stephanie!
Six months ago everything was done, my new house in the Quileute Reservation was done, because what better place to hide other than among people like you, my knew identity was almost done, I would pretend to be a guy of the age of nineteen whose parents just died and decided he needed a fresh start, and with my height there would be no problem at all and in a couple of years I would move again far, far away and rebuilt again by life as Bell Marie or some shit like that, I still wasn't sure which name to use next.
Right now I was driving from Port Angels, my plan already taking action.
This would be the last time anyone heard of Isabella Marie Swan.
Yay! There it is, THERE IT IS! Phew I finally was able to post this...
So that's it! you love it? hate it? please be patient I know you have a lot of questions, but all will be solved in due time.
I hope you like it aaaaaaaaaaaaand... don't forget to review XD
And sorry for the grammar mistakes
I-chan out~ (or Mia, whatever you like)
Bye bye~
I-chan out~ (or Mia, whatever you like)
Bye bye!
