Author's Note - Hey guys! I'm back with Chapter 2, sorry for the wait. I just got another family to babysit for, so my pocket money is going through the roof at the moment. Another three little fluffy munchkins to looks after until all hours of the night - good job it's nearly the Summer hols! Honestly, I have never felt so rich!
Many people guessed who was raping Bella: James, Tyler, Eric and Mike. Disgusting pieces of Humanity! I always thought Mike was a creep in the films…Anyway, enough of my blabbering, on with the story!
IMPORTANT - Can anyone spot some of the lyrics to 'Just Lose It' by Eminem in this chapter? If you can, you know this song off by heart and share my love for Slim Shady! xD
Disclaimer - Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, I just own my imagination.
- Chapter 2 -
And you're singing the songs, thinking this is the life,
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size,
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
- 'This Is The Life' by Amy McDonald
Everything was a blurry foggy haze as my eyelids opened with an almost audible groan. They were heavy with sleep and dried tears as I came face to face with the early morning sky of New York. Strips of gold and pink were streamed across the sky in an early morning show of colour.
If I wasn't in so much pain, I might have reveled in this moment.
My whole body was buzzing with a stinging pain coming mostly from my abdomen. I cringed as my leg twitched and another jolt of pain coursed through me. I knew I needed to move. And soon. I couldn't lie here and wait to be…raped again.
I twisted my pounding head to the side and saw more shattered glass and beer cans, rolling about the deserted alley, making a rattling, tinny noise that was disconcerting. My clothes were scattered around the grubby floor and were mostly ripped.
I worked hard to sit myself up, whimpering in pain and fear as I saw just how much blood had been spilled.
Go to the Police!
What good would they do? Fix me up maybe, but I wouldn't get any justice. There was hundreds, if not thousands of rape cases each day in New York - it was a normal thing. I glanced down and saw my naked body was littered with purple and blue bruises that crawled across my pale skin in a horrific manner.
An icy breeze still lingered in the grey alleyway and washed over my body, making me shudder harshly and clutch myself. I shuffled painfully over to my ruined green-striped shirt and pulled it over my head, wincing as my body protested against the movement. Dried, bloody wounds were etched across my lower belly as I pulled the shirt down and adjusted it.
There was a giant gaping hole across the left shoulder of the shirt and the few buttons that were once holding the collar into place, had vanished. At least it covered my modesty. Next, I reached over for my jeans and slowly pulled them on, being extremely careful of my abdomen. Luckily, the top button didn't need to be done up as they sat on my hips easily enough.
My vagina was throbbing and not in the way it was supposed too. It felt stretched and sore and tender and I didn't dare inspect it, afraid of what I would find. The sky was still the same as before as I sat, tears beginning to form in my eyes again, and thought about what to do next. I could go home, but…it was so far away now and I hadn't a clue where I was.
My hair fell about my shoulders in a matted, clumped, sticky mess and I sighed in defeat. There was no point in even trying to look decent - because it was impossible. I knew I needed to move from here sooner or later; I couldn't sit here all day.
Slowly, I shuffled over to the nearest wall near some dumpsters and hauled myself to my knees. I hissed quietly and placed a hand over my throbbing belly as I crawled to my feet and slumped heavily against the wall. The cool stone of the wall felt nice and soothing on my flaming cheeks.
I leaned on the wall for support and began to make my way, slowly, out of the dim alleyway. I stepped carefully over broken glass and rotting food left out by restaurants and bars along the street.
The horrific smell made me gag violently and I stumbled over to a lone trashcan just in time to watch the contents of my stomach - which consisted of bile and water - splash into it.
Shakily, I stood back up and wiped my mouth with my sleeve and sniffled pitifully. Whatever energy I had had left had been chucked out of me - literally.
Early morning New York was just as busy as the afternoon rush hour. I was in a very run-down part of the city where the homeless, druggies and drinkers roamed. I flinched every time I saw any men with brown or blonde greasy hair and shied away into the shadows of the cracked pavements. There was people everywhere carrying schoolbags, suitcases and briefcases.
Normal people.
I probably looked like a complete hobo, donned in my ripped clothes and pale, ghostly complexion with bruised skin. I passed building after building, alley after alley and still felt lost and disoriented. I recognized nothing around here.
Then I heard a voice from behind me and whirled to face a man with a pained expression.
"Excuse me miss? I don't mean to sound like a jerk, but…you look like Hell - do you need a lift anywhere?" His thick southern accent drawled out softly. He was tall, lean and blonde and scared the living shits out of me. I yelped loudly when he stepped forward, offering me his hand to help me, and staggered backwards into a lamppost.
"No! Don't touch me!" I screamed at him and turned to flee down another deserted street. I stopped for breath when I got far enough away, panting and heaving as sobs began to wrack my fragile frame.
I am going to die.
I wiped my eyes tenderly, minding the swollen patches on my forehead. This new road was longer than the others and there was no sign of life anywhere. Old, closed-down shops and business' had been boarded up and locked. Flyers and posters blew about the street and crumpled Coke cans gathered in the gutters. The street had an eerily peaceful feeling about it and I felt slightly safer here. I clutched my stomach and unsteadily made my way down the empty pavement, limping because of the pain between my legs.
Not a virgin anymore, are we?
The voice of doom was starting to ruffle my feathers. Something I certainly didn't need right now. I don't even have feathers.
It's just an expression.
Damn it!
My inner voice decided I needed to get my head straight.
Just find a place to gather your thoughts for a while.
I was going to do just that. After a few more steps, I raised my head up from looking at my bare feet and saw a big grey building that had no windows. I decided that might be the safest place to stay for a while, considering there might be some boxes of tinned food or something inside.
I unconsciously reached into my jacket pocket that wasn't there. I hadn't seen any sign of my jacket anywhere when I woke up. I figured Slimy and his mates must have took my purse and keys. My mobile phone was (stupidly) stuck in my flat way back home.
The building I had set my sights on was getting closer now and I could see more of it. It was actually an old, shut-down warehouse with metal sheets covering the outside walls. Rust was speckled all over it, getting worse as it clumped to the bottom of the wall where the rainwater ran down into the gutters.
Iron bars criss-crossed up behind the rickety walls, obviously being the frame for the whole grey structure. The Sun was steadily rising behind the building, giving it a glowing aura that looked somewhat friendly.
The pain in my abdomen began to increase dramatically as I pulled myself up the set of rickety stairs at the side of the building that led to the only door that I could see.
"Christ," I muttered sullenly as the pain doubled and I crouched over, pressing the sore area in hope it would go away. I rattled the rusty doorknob and winced as it creaked and spat loudly at the movement. Thankfully, the wooden door was unlocked and opened easily. Not unusual for New York, many people forgot to lock doors. Today, I just needed that to be the case.
As I stepped inside, a warm draft swirled around me, making me shiver in delight.
Strange though….
I was standing on a platform that led to another set of stairs that went down the way. I walked along, grabbing onto the metal railing for support, and slowly descended the stairs into pitch blackness. I got halfway down the stairs and couldn't see a foot in front of me.
Maybe this was bad idea after all…
Okay, not helping inner voice!
I eventually, after much pain and concentration, I reached the bottom of the dark hole. It was warm, but uninviting to my weak eyes. I squared my shoulders, wincing, and took a few more steps forward.
Just as I was getting a steady stride in the dark, something caught my feet and I fell to the floor, my body banging harshly off the hard, concrete floor.
"Ow!" I whimpered as my stomach spasmed as if it had been ripped open. I reached down shakily and felt wetness.
Blood.
I gasped as I quickly held the knife wounds together with my hands and stood up again, panicking.
Calm down!
No!
More pathetic whimpers escaped my mouth as I stumbled blindly, searching for anything to collapse onto. Even an old cardboard box would do…
I heard something shuffling in the darkness, something big. I clamped a hand over my mouth and stood completely still, backing upwards after a moment. I strained my ears, listening for anything.
More shuffling and scratching. I stepped backwards into a wall that led to a hallway and made my way silently through the pitch black corridor.
I heard heavy breathing coming from somewhere.
That's when I knew I wasn't alone.
Shit, not again!
I tried to control my panting and unsteadily kept walking down the black abyss. The heavy breathing suddenly moved very quickly indeed, speeding up towards me before I could do anything.
"Ahh!" I screamed as something heavy grabbed me and knocked me to the ground, knocking my head off the floor.
"Fuck!" A deep, velvet voice cursed loudly as his masculine body fell onto my chest, a pair of bright green eyes glinting daggers at me in the dark.
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End Notes - Sorry for the cliffy! Don't kill me! I worked my ass off to get this to you guys tonight as I'm going to Glasgow tomorrow and it's an all day end-of-term trip.
I won't get to post another chapter tomorrow - sorry everyone.
I'm so excited to see the new Superman at the Imax Cinema in Glasgow tomorrow! Might drool a bit and pretend Superman is my Edward ;)
Edward is my Superman.
Anyway, make my night by reviewing!
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