Chapter Three

BPOV:

The next morning when I got to school I was anxious. I had decided to confront Edward ask him what the hell was wrong with him. When lunch finally came around I searched the cafeteria for his beautiful face but all I found was his siblings sitting at the same table as yesterday, poking at their untouched food. Where was he? Did he leave because of me? No, that would be absurd. Why would someone skip school because of me? That's just stupid. Now this is making me angry!

The next day at lunch was the same… No Edward, and the next day and the next. What had happened to him? Did he fall into a black hole? Soon the days turned into weeks and he was nowhere to be seen. On the bright side Mike and I were starting to get pretty close. We went on a couple of dates and he was slowly taking my mind off Edward.

I had a date with Mike tonight and for the life of me I couldn't decide on what to wear. I ended up choosing a white blouse and a pair of dark denim jeans. I still hadn't told Charlie that I was dating someone so I told him I was at Angela's. He believed me and went back to watching the game on TV.

Mike was waiting for me in his car by the time made it outside. I got in and we drove to a drive in movie. It was kind of sweet. I didn't know people still went to these things. We pulled in under a tree a little ways away from all of the other cars. There was a good ten minutes before the movie started so Mike offered to go get us some refreshments.

"What do you want to drink?" he asked before shutting the door to his SUV.

"Uh, Coke is good if they have it." I said the first drink that came to mind.

"Okay. Be back in a sec." He said getting his wallet from his back pocket. I just nodded and went back to watching previews.

The movie was about to start and Mike still wasn't back yet. What could be taking him so long? Just as I reached for my cell phone to call him he opened the door.

"Ahhh." I screamed, dropping my phone between the seat.

"What is it?" He asked startled.

"You scared the crap out of me!"

"Haha. Sorry." He laughed. "The movie hasn't even started and you're already screaming."

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up." I said while searching for my phone.

"Did I miss anything?" He asked.

"No it just started." I stated still searching for my phone. Oh well I'll find it later.

"Good." He passed me my drink and placed a bucket of popcorn between us.

The movie wasn't that interesting. Just a bunch of half-naked teenagers running around in the woods getting killed off one by one. I guess I had slowly dozed off because the next thing I know I'm waking up to Mike's hand on my inner thigh.

"Mike!" I exclaimed drowsily.

"Yes?" He whispered.

"What are you doing?!' I almost yelled.

"Oh come on Bella." He moved the armrest up so that was nothing between him and I. He scooted over so that he was nearly on top of me. He moved his hand further up my thigh and I slapped his face. He looked at me confused.

"What was that for?!"

"Mike, get off of me!"

"Now why would I do that?" He then slid his hand up my stomach and cupped my breast.

I think I'm going to be sick. This is not happening. He has to be kidding. "Mike, Joke's over. Get off me." I said angrily.

"Does that feel good?" He breathed into my ear and made a shiver go down my back. "Oh so that does feel good."

"No Mike Pleas-"

"Okay. If you say so." He then began kissing me roughly on my mouth. His tongue moving around inside my mouth made me want to gag. I felt like couldn't breathe. I started hitting him with all the force I could muster but all it did was make him more forceful. Did that turn him on? Can't he tell I want him to stop. He can't possibly mistake my hitting him as a signal for more. Could he?

He finally came up for air and I let a sigh of relief. "Mike, Stop. Please. I don't want this. I don't want you. Stop. STOP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Shut up Bitch!" Mike slapped me across the face and shoved me down into my seat. I started kicking everywhere, anywhere in hopes of getting him off me but nothing worked. He sat on my legs and straddled me. I reach up to try and open the door but it was locked. He grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and began unbuttoning my blouse with the other.

"Damn it." Mike mumbled under his breath. He was obviously having a hard time undoing my shirt with only one hand.

"Mike… please…stop." I moaned.

"Shut up. You want this you slut." He slapped me in the face again. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to my cheek. He finished unbuttoning my blouse and started kissing my stomach, making his way up to my bra.

"Tell me you want it." He hissed.

"No!" I croaked.

"Tell me you want it!" He yelled.

"I want you to STOP!" I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow, hoping somebody, anybody would hear me. But my screams were masked by the screams from the horror movie. I felt warm tears stream down my face and I started sobbing uncontrollably. Mike grabbed my shoulders and slid me into a more horizontal position. He reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. He threw it into the backseat and started sucking on my breast.

"I love you Bella." He whispered in my ear. I didn't say anything. I was afraid to say anything. He awkwardly got off me in the confines of his car and tossed me my clothes.

"Get dressed. The movie is almost over." He said, fixing his hair in the rear view mirror.

He stopped? He just stopped? I mean I know I asked him to but who actually does it? I did what he said without questioning it aloud and we just watched the last five or so minutes of the movie like nothing had happened. I was terrified to say anything to him. Afraid he might hit me or start all over again.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked. All I could do was nod. We drove back to my house and pulled into the driveway. Thankfully Charlie had night shift so I wouldn't have worry about explaining my appearance to him. I'm sure I looked awful. I Mean I felt awful.

"Goodnight Bella." He kissed me on my cheek. "And remember, this is our little secret."

"G-Goodnight Mike" I stuttered.

I got out of his car and made my way into my house. I locked the door behind me including the rarely used deadlock and ran upstairs to my room slamming the door behind me. I collapsed on my bed and started bawling. I felt filthy. I felt disgusting. I felt like dying. I wanted to run to the bathroom and wash him off me but I couldn't bring myself to get off the bed. Even though nothing happened I still felt so...so...violated. And he thought it was okay? It was not okay. I was not okay. I just laid the shaking uncontrollably from my sobbing and finally cried myself to sleep.