Hey guys!

Ok, so i'm sorry for taking so long to update, i just have A LOT of stuff going on right now - so i probably won't be updating very quickly. But i promise, that i will upload. :)

Here's chapter 2.

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P.s. I dont own anything.

Chapter 2

I woke up screaming - in remembrance of all the emotional and physical pain Jacob Black has put me through. I had these reoccurring nightmares. Every night. They started the night after Jake hit me so hard I knocked out. They won't go away either. It's been months since that day, and I still have dreams about it.

And unfortunately, I've been sent to "Camp Cullen". So far , I've learned three things:

1) You do what you're told. Always.

2) You respect the ones in the yellow and red shirts, they have been here longer. The black shirts are the camp leaders / cabin advisers.

3) I'm on an island in the middle of nowhere in an abusive boot camp. They treat us all like animals.

The thing is, I got here two days ago - and it's already bad enough. I'm frightened for what really goes on here.

You know , my parents sent me here thinking it would get rid of my partying / drugs habits after they found out how bad I was acting - little did they know, Jacob was the one forcing me to do so. And when the police dragged my sorry ass home that night, I cried for Jake - but he just backed up into the crowd of people and left me to fend for myself.

Some boyfriend he is.

He doesn't even care about me ; he never did. It just really sucks that I never figured that out before I got sent to this damn boot camp - or "correctional facility."

I moved the stray hair from my face and glanced around the cabin, hoping I never woke anybody up by my screaming. Just to my luck , the vicious beast, Harmony, was scratching at her eyes.

"Bitch. You woke me up!" she said, climbing down from the top bunk and stomping towards my cot. "What is the matter with you?!" her thin lips moved quickly. " Are you some kind of witch or something?!"

" Surely not." Neah remarked in her usual, smart-ass way. " She's simply an incompetent little girl who can't sleep without her mommy."

" Uh, shut up Neah." I said. "You sleep with a damn blanket and suck your thumb. Who's the little girlnow?"

" That's it!" Neah yelled, lunging for me until Alice, our 'C.A' ( Cabin adviser) tackled her to the ground.

" A bit too early for violence don't you think?" Alice spoke softly, but with authority. "I think all of you girls should either get up and get ready, or go back to sleep. Either or works for me, I have the perfect amount of energy at 4:00 in the morning." She smiled. " So make a decision." she whispered as the ten girls in the cabin climbed back into their rock hard cots, covered themselves with the one , itchy, green blanket that was placed on each bed and rested our heads on the thin pillow that lay at the top.

Neah stood up and headed for her cot as Alice laughed to herself. "Goodnight girls. Try to get a good sleep, even though you'll be waking up soon anyway." she snickered as she shut the door separating our room from hers.

"Bella. I swear, wake me up again, and you will have to pick my shoe out of your abdomen." Neah hissed.

" Hah, and they call you a nerd." I spat back. " You cannot logically shove a shoe that far up my ass."

" Well I can shove it down your throat. Would that be more comfortable for our little princess?" she asked sarcastically.

" Shut up girls and get to sleep." T.J. ( my one and only friend here in this cabin) called out from her cot.

I lay there, in the darkness, as the rest of the girls slowly drifted off to sleep. I turned on my side so that I would face the wall, scared to fall asleep and have another night terror - yet scared to stay awake and get in trouble at the same time.

And even though I was terrified of just the thought of picturing Jacob once more, I was so tired that I couldn't help myself.

See, I was thrown onto a boat two days ago in the morning and had been travelling all day long. Then when I finally got here on the Island, I was tied up, and thrown into a room with three other guys. After being hit all night by three horny boys, they finally let me out and fed me. They told me the rules, took all my personal belongings and made me change into a white t-shirt with plain brownish shorts. I met T.J. then, she's a red shirt ( meaning she will be able to leave the camp soon), and she showed me to our cabin. Now, here I am - tired as ever!

My eyes closed themselves. It was no longer my brain thinking, it was mechanical. It felt as though I was no longer there, and there was another person inside of my body, pulling the strings - making me fall asleep.

I awoke cold, and confused. I asked myself over and over what had happened, but I couldn't remember. I was dizzy, nauseous and sore form my neck all the way down to my toes. I noticed that I was in a strange bed, one I'd never seen before in my life. The room looked old - patterned wall paper plastered the four walls where pictures of boats and buildings hung. The bed stood in the center of the room, with a nightstand on each side. There was a big closet next to an even bigger dresser. I was in a strangers bedroom.

I searched frantically for my misplaced clothes - trying to figure out what had went on here. Then I saw him.

He was an old man, his hair was greying and his hairline was receding. Fat, saggy skin covered his hairy body. He slept next to me, with a smile from ear to ear. Some how content with the fact that he just raped a girl at least 20 years younger than him.

My hand slapped against my mouth, forcing it shut so that my whimpers could not escape. I was terribly frightened, uneasy, and nervous.

Was this Jacob's friend? The one who paid him to force me to go on a date!

It was unbelievable!

This feeling of being used crept over me. Jacob was using me to get money, and he'll probably do it again. I had to get out of there!

I slowly lifted my feet from under the covers and turned myself to the side so that my feet dangled over the side of the bed. I placed them softly on the cold floor - trying not to make any noise. The bed made a slight "creaking" sound as I lifted my body up. I shivered with fright.

If he woke up, god only knows what he'd do to me.

I glanced around the old room, searching for my clothes again. I took a step forward , and realized that they were under my feet.

I reached down and picked up my underwear , hauling them over myself quickly. I did the same for my jeans, and the t-shirt that was lying next to it. Picking up my bra, I continued my escape - slowly but surely walking towards the door when the wooden floor board made a long "creek" beneath me.

My eyes squinted and my hands began to shake.

I could hear the man behind me, moving around in the bed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he spat meanly.

I simply shook my head and crept further towards the exit.

" Get back in this bed, NOW!" he screamed.

"No." I whispered, again, trying to get towards that door which seemed so far away.

" I'm not finished with you yet." His voice suddenly came from behind me. My heart began to beat furiously in terror. "I paid for a good time, and I didn't quite receive it." his saliva coated my neck as he moved closer, pressing his naked body against me. He placed his gross, hairy fingers in under my shirt and started moving slowly up until he was grasping my breasts. I swallowed in disgust, moving forward and pushing him back. He made a slight laughing noise, saying " Sex is a lot better when the other person is awake you know."

"Please let me go." I begged , suddenly finding strength within me, I never knew I had.

" Not until I'm satisfied." he said, grabbing me by the waist and dragging me to his bed. He threw me onto the old , squeaky thing and climbed on top of me. I pressed my head deep into the pillow, praying that this was just a nightmare and that it would all be better soon.

"Oh come on now," he said, wrapping his fat , stubby fingers around my wrists and prying my arms up over my head. "you were more seductive when you were unconscious." he laughed, kissing up and down my throat.

"Please." I cried, as tears ran down my cheeks onto the pillow. " Please, don't. Just let me go. Please. I'll give you your money back! I'll buy you something! Just.. Please!" I whimpered.

" We both know what I want." he spat. "And you will not leave until I get it."

He then preceded to take off my shirt, rubbing me uncomfortably.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed, kicking and hitting, doing anything to get the old hag away from me. "I will bite you!" I screamed.

"That doesn't bother me." he laughed.

"Your disgusting!" I screamed even louder. "Jake! Jacob! Please help me!"

The man continued to do what he wanted, not caring about how I felt. I wept softly, for he yelled if I cried too loud. And just as I began to loose my hope of being rescued, Jacob burst through the door.