A/N: Sorry its been a little while. I had finales and everything. Blah. But thankfully it's over! Yay! Summer time! And to show my appreciation for summer I granted you guys with a new chapter! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Twilight is all Stephanie Meyers. I'm just borrowing her lovely characters.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN ABUSE AND RAPE!

Bella's POV

5 Years Later...

The funny thing about love is that it changes people. Sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worst. A lot of times people don't even realize its happening. They bend and shape themselves to be what they believe they're supposed to be in order to please their love. And when they realize what has happened... It's already too late.

~TA~

"Oh Bella. Where are you, dear?" I heard a drunken Dimitri yell out as he walked through the door after work.

"I-in t-the k-kitchen" I stuttered, suddenly terrified. A drunken Dimitri was never a good thing.

"I have a surprise for you, sweetheart." He said, coming to a standstill before me.

"And what is that?" I said, even though I knew what was coming. I always knew, but I always hoped for it to be something different. Something better.

"This." He said, right before his fist struck my face. I fell back with the force of his punch. I knew better than to cry out because it would just make things worst, but I couldn't help the small whimper that escaped my mouth from the pain of his punch.

"You are such a useless whore. You do nothing all day while I work my ass off to support you. I don't even know why I keep you around anymore. All you're good for is sex. I should just kill you now and get it over with. You won't be missed." He said while relentlessly kicking me in my ribs. I curled up in the fetal position hoping to prevent his foot from connecting with my ribs anymore than he already had. I have never been so terrified in my life. Even after all the beatings he has never threatened to kill me. Not once.

"Look at you. You're so pitiful. A sad excuse for a woman." He said, unbuckling his belt. Oh god. It was that time of the month again. He turned me over and pinned my arms above my head and pulled my pants and panties down my legs. He hovered over me for a second before pushing his erection into me. The pain was excruciating. Even thought I was use to it the pain never got easier. He pounded into me relentlessly. With every painful thrust he told me how much of a whore and slut I was. I wanted to cry, scream and pound him with my fists, but that would only make the pain so much worst. I learned that after the first time he raped me. I could feel him cum inside me and it made me want to throw up.

"You're such a whore." He said, pulling out of me and standing up. He buckled his belt back up and kicked me in the ribs once more.

"I'm going out. You better have this house cleaned up by the time I get back." He said before leaving me laying on the floor, bruised and violated.

I stood up and pulled my pants and panties up, I bent over from the pain in my ribs. I thought they may be broken because of the intense pain, but I couldn't go to the hospital. If the doctors saw all the old scars and broken bones that never healed properly they would get suspicious and start asking question. Questions that I couldn't answer without making things worst for me.

I went upstairs and started a hot bath for myself. After all the possible broken ribs I suffered I knew that a hot bath was one of the best ways to help the pain. I undressed myself and climbed into the hot water, wincing from the pain of my ribs. I sat in the bath for about 20 minutes before I got out. I had to clean up the house before Dimitri got back or I would get a beating that was 10 times worst than what I just received and I knew my body couldn't take anymore beatings.

I climbed out of the bath and wrapped myself in a towel heading to my room to grab a baggy shirt and sweatpants it was the only thing I could wear that wouldn't hurt my ribs anymore.

Once I was dressed I went downstairs and began cleaning up the house. I picked up all the dirty laundry, cleaned up the dishes and vacuumed the living room. By the time I was done I was thoroughly exhausted and my ribs hurt like a son of a bitch, but it was worth it to know that I wouldn't get another beaten tonight.

I knew Dimitri wouldn't be home till the wee hours of the morning so I knew it was safe for me to head up to my room and try to get some sleep before he got home. Before I went to bed I went into the bathroom and tried to inspect my ribs as best as I could considering I wasn't a doctor.

I could see the dark angry purple and red bruises that were around my ribs. I couldn't quite tell if they were broken, but the way they hurt I wouldn't be too surprised if they were. Wincing slightly I tried to turn my torso around to tell if they were actually broken, but it hurt so bad that I just stopped. I was pretty certain that they were broken.

I went back to my room and laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling I reflected on my life the past five years. I don't know what I did to make Dimitri hate me so much. The pain of the abuse was really starting to get to me. All the name calling and beatings were becoming too much.

I put my hands on my belly and felt the slight flutter of my baby. I had to protect him or her. This baby was all I had left. I lost all of my friends when the abuse from Dimitri started. I didn't even know where my mother and father were so I had to keep this baby alive because if he or she died I would kill Dimitri and then myself.

A/N: So I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter! And I'm sad to say I didn't get very many reviews last chapter. Only about 7 I believe. So please please please leave a review. Even if its only to say 'Good chapter' or 'Update soon' I would really appreciate it and I love to know what you guys think. Anyway, I'll hopefully update within the next week or two! Don't forget to review!

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~Lissie Boo