What the Fudge

I awake with a splitting headache. I thought I was hit with a bat that was practicing on my head. I'm sort of confused but I am adjusting my eyes to the light. I slowly try to get up but I feel woozy. I open my eyes again just to focus on something. I know I'm not at my apartment because this room is way bigger than my home. I sat up and survey my surroundings. It was a beautiful room. It was neither masculine nor femine but it was nice. It had pretty curtains, a flat screen T.V, and a table with chairs. Its bed was huge with four posts that hung white shear linen around it. I think I could live here for the rest of my life.

My head is really hurting now. I'm trying to remember what happen to me. I'm still confused. I need to figure out what's going on. I get out of the bed and walk towards the door. I wanted to see if it was unlock. I grab the door knob and twist it open. It's locked. I start to hyperventilate and start thinking that I was in trouble. I think where am I. I'm still confused when my memories started too materialized in my mind. I think I'm about to die because I remember the three men. I remember the guy getting beat up. I remember running to my apartment. I remember hiding on my bed in my apartment. I remember him coming in my apartment and hitting me as I tried to run. I remember everything. My head is killing me now. I know they're going to kill me.

I turn around the room and look at the mirror on the wall. I walk over to it and look at myself. I see the tears running down my face. I'm just a plain girl that hasn't lived her life yet! I see my pale face, my brown eyes that are dull and fearful. I see my long brown hair that is limp and dirty. I see me. I haven't found love yet. I haven't found myself yet or the purpose in my life. I haven't found me. Why is this happening? I question myself over and over in my head. I haven't done anything with my life at all. Please God don't let me die. Please I say over and over. I didn't want to end up as a Jane Doe or something. I would do anything to save my life.

I lift up my hair to see the bandage that is on the back of my head by my ear. I want to take it off to see how bad it is. I need to think. I need to find a way out of here before I die. I look around the room again. I go over to the window and see if I can get out. I open the curtain and look out and see that I am in a big house or mansion. I am really high and I know I can't escape from here. Maybe I can find a weapon and wait for whomever to come and knock them out. Maybe I can escape that way. I have to do something. All I know I can't stay here because I know I will end up dead. I didn't want to die so I decided to fight.

I heard a sound from behind me. It was coming from the door I didn't have time to look for something so I ran back to the bed and waited for the door to open. It open slowly and what came in shock me more than anything I ever seen. I know him and he knows me. Why is this happening? He was the thorn in my father side before he died. He made our life hell for over a year. My father doing everything to stop him from trying to get me. My father always winning or out manning him in every way. I hated him because he killed my parents. I know I couldn't prove it but he did have something to do with. I was mad as hell. I jump off the bed and ran up to him and slap him really hard.

"You bastard", I yelled.

I kept on hitting him over and over. He grabbed my hands and forces me down really hard. I struggle to get out of his grip.

"Would you calm the fuck down", he yelled back.

"Never motherfucker, I'm going to kill you", I hissed in fury.

"How will you kill me my Bella?" He laughed.

"I will", I said.

He pulled me up by my arms and I was still struggling against him. He moved in such a way that I was now wrapped in his arms. I continue to fight him but his gripped were like irons bars. He started to push me back towards the bed. I continue to fight him to no avail. We finally fell onto the bed and he took my face into his hand and kissed me. He lifted up his face to look into my eyes. His eyes were cold emerald colored.

"No need to fight me Bella. You know I get what I want and I have waited a year to get what's mine. You know what I want. You played this game before and you won. Now I know the game I will get what I want and no one can interfere like before. You're not as innocent as you portrayed to your father and we know this", He said.

"You will never have me Edward. You will never be the man that I want and you will never be man enough for me. You are a bastard and I'm glad that my father stops you at every turn", I yelled.

"Well your father is dead and so is your mother. What are you going to do? Nothing! Look at you you're nothing and I'm here to finally make you pay for what you did. How does that sound to you? Wipe those tears from your face and face your worst enemy. You're going to need everything you got to stop me from completely destroying you".

He stops what he was doing and got up quickly. He walk to the door and proceeded to exit it. He stops for a moment and turn around to me.

"Bella, welcome to hell", He said coldly.

He walked out the door and slammed it.

I raised myself up and wipe my mouth. I was truly in hell and he was going to kill me. How can I face him again it wasn't my fault. I had nothing to do with it. But somehow this game that was played at my school ended up becoming a nightmare for me and my family.

I curled up in a ball and started to cry. He will make me pay for all the games that Lauren and Jessica did. I hated them.

An:

I hope you like this chapter. I will try to explain what the game is and how Jessica and Lauren were apart of destroying Edward and ending Bella parents life. Pleas review. Thanks