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Chapter 1: Nightmare Come True

I was moving to the raining town of Forks, Washington to live with my father, Charlie Swan.

My mother, Renee Dwyer ask me for the tenth time if this is what I wanted.

"Yes, mom. It'll be for the best. A clean break." I reassured.

She reluctantly let me go.

Then after the four hour plane ride from Phoenix to Seattle, then the one hour plane ride from Seattle to Port Angels, and the one hour car ride with Charlie to Forks, I was 'home'.

I never really liked Forks personally, but after what had happened in Phoenix, it seemed like a perfect place to start over. But it was so different from Arizona.

Ah, Phoenix, Arizona. I have lived there my whole life. You see, my mom walked out on my dad when I was only a few months old. So I had visited my father for two weeks during the summers in Forks until I turned fourteen, then I would meet him in California.

Phil Dwyer, Renee's new husband, has to travel a lot because of his job, which was a minor league baseball player. He had been moved to Florida just a few weeks ago. Renee had sometimes went with him for support. The last time they left, is when it happened.

It was about a little over a month ago.

Flashback:

I was walking to my car after a long night of work as a hostess at a nice but not too fancy restaurant, called 'Ruth's Chris Steak House'.

It was dark, about 11:45pm.

I was walking by the old dance studio that I used to dance ballet at when I was about nine. I was absolutely horrible! I chuckled at that. I was the biggest klutz on this earth. Seriously.

I had then started to hear footsteps behind me coming close, so I sped up my pace.

"Bella?" a familiar voice called.

I turned around. "Oh, hey James." I answered. He went to the same school as me, he was just a year older, I was seventeen and he was eighteen. He had long blond hair that was almost always up in a hair tie.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I was just happened to be in the town." he answered. His pupils were dilated and I could smell alcohol on his breath.

"Okay, well, I will see you at school Monday." I said as I turned around and started walking back to my car, wanting to get the hell away from him.

"Wait," he called. I unwillingly stopped and then turned around.

He had an evil glint in his eyes as he stared at me, looking me up and down.

"James," I asked. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see."

Before I could respond, he had pushed be up against the wall of the dance studio and started kissing me.

Well there goes my first kiss.

"James, stop!" I yelled franticly, trying to get away from him.

He had spare keys to the building, because he worked here as a part time janitor. He opened the door and brought us in then locked the doors.

"James! What the hell are you doing? Let me go and I'll act like none of this had happened."

"Sorry, but we both know of your poor acting skills you have, sorry." he apologized while smirking.

He came up to me and touched my cheek with his hand which I slapped away.

"Don't touch me. You have no right!" I yelled.

"Oh come on baby, you know you want to." he said.

"No I don't. Please. James, please don't." I begged.

"But I want to." he replied as he pushed me to the ground.

I knew that there was going to be a big nasty bruise in the morning.

He quickly took off his jacket and shirt.

He crouched down by me as I tried to get up, and pushed me back down, while he took my jacket off. He lowered himself on me and started to kiss me. He slipped his hands under my shirt and lifted it off.

I was absolutely frightened.

No, terrified.

With all of my strength, which is sadly not much, I tried to push him off, but that only made his more aggressive.

I screamed out, and he slapped me. I whimpered in pain.

"Please." I whispered, but it was no use.

He continued on with his actions as I struggled to get free.

He would bash my head in the ground, if I would scream or worm around too much.

He took his time with me, de flowering every single part of my body. When he was done, he just got his clothes back on and left me there. Alone. I was sore all over. When I finally had enough strength to stand up and get my clothes on, I could barley walk.

The place in between my legs hurt like hell.

My last peace was taken from me. And it wasn't even with someone who I loved and loves me back. But like anyone would love me.

I was just your average Plain Jane Bella. With my frizzy brown hair that went down to the middle of my back, and my boring, too big brown eyes, who would love me?

And now I was broken. With what had just happened, no one can or will love me know. I was now want some people at my high school called "Trash". No one will let me explain.

I went to find my car around the block to go home.

I have to leave, I can't stay here where he knows I live. I have to get away from this.

There's only one other place to go, to my dad, the police officer. In Forks.

End:

The only people who I told about it was only my mom. I was to afraid to tell anyone else. After I had told Renee, James had suddenly disappeared. James Scott was never found.

But deep down inside, I had a feeling that he would be 'visiting' soon.

That is why I wanted to live with Charlie, to get away from him. I would have to eventually tell him, but I didn't know how.

But the little did I know, the past is coming into the future.

But not only for my body.

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