BELLA'S POV.

They started to move closer to me, I tried not to inhale the smell of booze off of each one of them. Which was difficult because of them was breathing down my neck. I almost passed out from it.

From what I could see out of the darkness as they came closer, they all looked like men in their 30's, really bad teeth, sweaty heads and greasy hair.

One of the men, ginger-haired, came toward me and slumped to the ground. He put his hands on his hand and screamed "I GIVE UP!"

I was bewildered for a moment and looked around at the men and they were just snickering.

He was grabbing my legs. I didn't know what to do, I was so scared and didn't know what to do. So I decided the best thing I could do, until someone came, was to keep up a discussion. It was my only hope. That or they would just let me go. Or there was the hope that Alice might see me. But then, she would be concentrating on the whole case with the coven from Denali. Eventually one of the Cullen's had to notice that I wasn't at home and I was in trouble in Port Angeles yet again, right?

I sighed and asked, trying to steady my voice "Err.. why do you give up?"

He removed his hands from my legs and replied, "They won't give me a doughnut!"

My eyes widened. A doughnut? What on earth? "A doughnut? Who?"

He stood up. "Yeah, a doughnut. Like bread, has a ring, sprinkles. You know them!"

Wow, does he think I'm stupid? "Yes, I do know doughnuts very well. But why can't you get one?"

"McDonalds! I asked them for one and they said it was 'too late', too late for just a stinking doughnut? What is this world coming to? It was a female too, just like you." He spat.

That was when I felt the pain on the left side of my face, I screamed in horror, in pain, out of shock. He slapped me over a doughnut.

He grabbed my face and spay saliva on the side of it and then he licked it right off my face.

"So, little girl, do you have a name?" he asked me.

"Be-" No, think Bella. Don't tell him your real name.

"Brooke," I corrected myself.

"So, Brooke," the greasy haired man continued, "What's a girl like you doing out here all alone?"

I didn't reply.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?"

Again, I didn't reply.

He run over to me and punched me in the stomach. "Answer me!", he yelled. "Do you have a boyfriend, yes or no?"

"Yes," I replied, my voice crackling up.

The man continued on. "What's he like? I bet he's not that great. I mean, look at you, all helpless and he isn't even here! Free to less us do whatever we please." He snarled into my ear.

"He is more than half the man you'll ever be." I said out loud. Realizing what I just said, I closed my eyes.

"Is that so?" I felt a giant tug at my hair. I opened my eyes and saw him so close into my face, the sweat was almost dripping from him onto me.

He stepped away.

He stepped back into me and said. "Can I have a kiss?", he asked.

I was shocked, repulsed by the idea. He knows I have a boyfriend and still wants to kiss me? Even so, Edward or no Edward, there was no way I was going to kiss that rat.

I slowly said and emphasized each word as he gave him my obvious answer. "No."

He slapped me onto the ground, I felt immense pain on my back as they all began kicking me. I screamed out in pain, even though I knew there was noone that could help me. So quickly I reached into my bag and took out my pepper sprayed it at them.

And I ran for it.

I look back and I couldn't see them coming after me. Maybe I'd make it into town, into safety before one of them could catch me. But just as I was running on my way out of the alleyway, someone grabbed at me and pulled me in.

They punched me in the face and I could tell from the smell it was the ginger greasy haired man again.

I looked at him and I screamed at him and asked "What do you want?"

"You know what I want."

He pushed me to the ground, held my wrists to the ground as he climbed on top of me. He ripped my shirt and moved his hands to my thighs, slowly working his way upwards, with an evil grin on his face.

As he was doing so, he reached to my chest and began kissing and licking each bit of skin he could get his hand on.

I had two choices left: Just let him do it. Or there was option two; attack. But how? Inside while he was attempting to do all these ludicrous acts on me, I felt like a worm. I felt like I was going to throw up.

That was when I remembered. The penknife in my bag. Was it big enough? Could I really do it?

And when he moved his hands up my skirt I kicked him off me, to hear him yell. And I ran as fast as I could to my bag.

He came at me from behind, yelling profanities while I tried to dig through my bag and I found it.

I took it out and opened it, fairly easy enough. And closed my eyes, held my breath and took a stab at him in the chest.

He stumbled back and I threw a trashcan at him.

He jumped back at me and I was so scared that I just started stabbing him over and over and over, until he fell on the ground. Collapsing in the alleyway.

I held my nose from the smell of the blood. I looked down at him. He wasn't moving, at all.

I didn't think he was breathing, there was a lot of blood though.

I shivered, my eyes widened.

I collapsed against the wall, and slid down.

What had I done?

EPOV:

The coven from Denali were just leaving. It was a long, stressful day. Tanya was still thinking all these thoughts about me that I wouldn't have liked to hear.

It took some persuading for them to realize that Bella really wasn't the troublemaker they were led to believe. But I guess we would only see what would happen at the wedding. Whatever happened - noone would spoil myself and Bella's happiness and I would do whatever it took to protect her.

I sat at the kitchen table and pinched the bridge of my nose. I wanted nothing more than to be with Bella right now. I had a whole day to make up to her. I knew she was upset we couldn't spend the day together like promised but I would spend tonight and tommorow and the rest of our lives with her, loving her. She knew that.

Just then, I saw a small figure standing over me.

"Alice?"

"Edward," she replied.

There was fear in Alice's eyes. A kind of fear that I didn't like.

"It's Bella."

I stood up. "What's wrong?" I took Alice's shoulders "What's happened to her? Tell me, NOW."

Alice looked at me in the eyes.

Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper all walked in then.

Alice sighed and I took my hands off of her.

"Well? Tell me." I please.

"Edward, Bella has murdered someone."