Thanx for your reviews on the last chapter(my first ever! Yay!) This chapter contains an attempted rape, just so you know. I don't own a thing.
I awoke to the sound of raindrops splashing the tin roof and groaned. I hate the rain.
Today was the first day of Forks High School and I was dreading it for more than one reason. Not only would I have trouble hiding my bruises in gym, but I would also have to deal with all the extra attention. As far as I'd heard, new kids were rare in Forks.
I quickly dressed in a dark blue skirt and a beige turtleneck sweater. The skirt was long enough to hide most of the scars and bruises on my legs but short enough to look nice. The sweater fit me loosely; I had lost weight since I had bought it. I wonder why.
I slipped on some blue ballet flats and grabbed an apple on my way out the door. Charlie had bought me a huge tank of a truck to which I had objected profusely. People didn't need to spend money on me, especially when I'm so plain. The rain was still thumping on the roof of the truck as I pulled into a spot at the school, keeping up its relentless attack. I ran, with my hood pulled over my hair and only tripping twice, to the main office, grateful for the warm gust of air I was met with and the friendly smile of the red-haired woman at the desk.
"Hello, sweetheart. You must be Isabella Swan, am I correct?" She asked in a warm tone as I brushed my feet on the welcome mat.
"Just Bella."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm guessing you would like your timetable and a map of the school?" When I nodded she handed me the papers and held out another slip to me, "I need you to get this signed by your teachers in every class, alright? Okay, have a wonderful first day." I smiled again and made it outside and sprinted to the building where my first class would be held.
As I had predicted, as soon as I had walked into the classroom, every eye turned to gaze at my sopping wet figure. I thought it best not to make eye contact, hanging up my rain jacket and slouched to a seat at the back of the room, finding the surface of my desk to be utterly fascinating. Whispers broke out around me, and I could hear the two girls across the aisle from me quite clearly, "Look at her. All of the guys are staring at her like she's a shiny new toy. She'll be in my boyfriend's pants by the end of the day." I sighed, wondering what she meant by that. Why would guys even take a second look at me? I'm so ordinary. I laid my head on the cold surface of my desk. This was going to be a long day.
The morning passed as slowly as expected and the classes were much like the first: boring and uncomfortable. By the time lunch came around I was ready to crawl into a hole and die. Hell, I was ready to do that as soon as I arrived.
The hallway during lunch hour was a zoo. Literally. There were large groups of girls standing in the middle of the walking area, a couple of juniors wrestling, a crowd gathering around the excitement. And a bunch of seniors from the football team tossing a football around and tackling each other. I clumsily weaved my way through the horde, trying desperately to reach the cafeteria when I was elbowed roughly in my side by one of the crazy football guys, jarring my twisted and bruised ribs and causing me to dump the entire contents of my bag on the polished floor.
Annoyed, I bent and gathered my belongings, shoving them into my bag randomly. It was then that I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see a boy with spiky, blonde hair and baby blue eyes staring down at me, his football jacket catching my eye.
"You must be Isabella Swan."
I huffed irritably, "Just Bella."
"I'm so sorry for hurting you and spilling your bag. Here, let me help you." He began helping me picking up my papers and pencils.
"Thank-you." I said gratefully.
The groups of gossiping girls exited the hallway, followed shortly afterwards by the wrestling juniors and other jocks until the blonde-haired boy and I were the only ones remaining. I straightened when we finished collecting my items and thanked him once again before turning towards the cafeteria doors just to be pulled back again by a strong hand around my throbbing wrist.
"Wait a minute, Sugar. I want to introduce myself. I'm Mike Newton." He proudly announced as his eyes raked my body lingering far too long on my breasts. I knew that look and I shuddered convulsively. "You like that don't you, Sugar? How would you like to get fucked by my huge cock?"
My eyes widened one of his hands gripped my waist, the other grabbing my breast, a sick grin on his ugly face. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I looked into his now cold blue ones. Roughly, he pushed me back into the men's washroom bending to the ground to grab my hair and painfully lift me to my feet once again. I let out a piercing shriek and was rewarded with a sharp slap to my face, "Don't scream. It won't hurt, baby, I promise. I just need to be in that tight little pussy of yours."
Mike pushed me against the sinks and harshly flipped my skirt out of the way and pulled my underwear around my ankles.
"God Bella, you're so fucking sexy and your pussy is glistening." He moaned as he stroked me painfully hard. He was right, even though I hated what he was doing, my body was reacting and I felt myself get wetter and he rubbed against my clit. I was sobbing as he undid his jaens and pushed them down along with his boxers, revealing his erection. I felt disgusting and used. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain.
I felt Mike ram three fingers into me and I screamed, my eyes flying open as the pain hit me, "Help! Please, some one! Help me!"
I was smacked again and Mike added another finger and continued to pound his fingers into me. The pain was grating and I was still flinging my arms at him and kicking my legs, trying desperately to free myself, crying loudly.
Then, the most beautiful growl interrupted Mike's disgusting little game and I felt his fingers leave me as he was flung to the far side of the room. I fell to the floor, not feeling any blood in my legs and lay there sobbing in relief, listening to the sounds of Mike's agony as he was impaired by three boys in football jackets, one huge one and the other two with average builds.
The agonized sounds ceased and the three guys straightened and glanced at one another proudly. I moaned quietly when I felt a sharp pain in my lower stomach, the feeling of disgust and filthiness returning to me, full force. The three boys spun to face me at my sound, seeming to have completely forgotten I was lying on the floor, half-naked. I observed that the large, muscled one had curly hair and was very intimidating. The other was tall and had shaggy blonde hair falling into his blue eyes. When I turned to the last one, my heart just about leapt from my ribcage. He was utterly breath taking. His disorderly, copper tresses fell across his face, framing his sharp, angular features and chiseled jaw. But what really drew me in were his eyes. They were two pools of forest green, a bottomless hole in which I could get lost.
Then they all rushed toward me at once and the spell was broken, they all began talking to each other and asking if I was alright. Of course, I wasn't, but I nodded anyway and struggled to my feet. The pain was slowly receding and I could move my legs once more. They were still chattering but grew silent as I quietly spoke, "I'm fine. Thank-you for saving me. I'm okay now."
They all shared an infuriated look and then the huge one spoke incredulously, "You aren't fine. You just had some sick motherfucker's fingers in you and it was pretty clear he wasn't going to stop there. I'm so sorry that happened. Some one should have warned you of him." They all had angry looks on their faces.
"Look, can we just forget about it? Please? Look, I'm Bella Swan. Can I get the names of my saviors?" I asked trying to change the subject. Desperate to change the subject.
They looked at me dubiously and the blonde one said, "We're not letting this go. But I'm Jasper Hale."
"And I'm Emmett Cullen. The one and only." The big one announced, smiling until dimples popped up on his face.
"And I'm Edward Cullen," The beautiful one said, his eyes piercing intensely into my own, "And I will never let anyone hurt you again, Bella Swan."
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