So sorry! I went to Fiji over christmas and got back the day before new years. Would have written this up except i was overly sick. We went to a village and something didn't agree. Sick on the 6 hour plane trip and then wheel chaired through the airport. Started eating food yesterday, three days after, and i still feel like shit and so weak. So really sorry. Still, Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year. Read!
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Bolting upwards a scream echoes around the walls. Realizing they are mine I stop and take a breath. Arms encase me as I let out a sob. Those sorts of nights have tormented me since they happened. A knife was always a bad sign. Took me a while to be able to touch a knife even. Because every time I did memories would flood back. Painful memories.
The first time I saw a knife I ran out of the kitchen screaming. When Jake came after me I freaked out majorly. Took a while, but I calmed down and we shared ever secret that we hadn't already. When I heard that I wasn't alone in everything I felt better. Like maybe I could survive in this world. Just maybe.
Calming down more I close my eyes again. Only a few hours have passed, so I need more sleep. Sleep. Since I was a baby I have had nightmares that wouldn't go away. You're meant to get treatment for this sort of stuff, but when you have no one but yourself supporting you, you can't. Another thing the government never thinks about.
The government; the one who sets up campaigns about abuse. The one who doesn't see the problems right under their nose. Like the children on the street. The ones abused by the families that seem right. The ones abused, beaten and raped. The government does nothing for us and never will.
Remember, only one out of three women will admit they where raped. Two of them stand before, stay in secret.
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We woke again at eleven. Nice and late, for we got home early in the morning. Once up we were on the move again. Jeff called in saying that there was a party at the restaurant at three, so we needed to be there an hour before. So after getting up we decided to head to the supermarket. The supermarket is a street from work, so we have plenty of time.
"Hot cross bun?" Rose offers as we walk through the gigantic supermarket. It doesn't only have food. It has everything else too; clothes included. Nodding I snatch one and stuff it in my gob, my rumbling stomach stopping.
"Would you like to try some curry?" Someone asks as we pass a food tester. Taking a sniff, it is all I can do not to eat it all. Giving an eager nod the lady just nods and passes us a small sample.
The curry warms me up and tingles my taste buds. "Fantastic." I reply and grab two packs of the precooked food and chucking them into one of two shopping trolleys. Walking around I sit on the front. "Please push me." I plead Jasper, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. He just sighs and nods.
"To the chocolate!" Rose commands, pointing in the entirely wrong direction. She jumps on the front of the other shopping trolley and the guys start pushing. More like running. Hardly anyone is here, for it is a Sunday, so we have a clear path ahead. Looking at the products I see a box of nutrigrain. Reaching out I manage to knock two into the trolley.
"Nutrigrain?" I ask, pulling a box open. Rose nods and digs her hand in, spilling a pile as the carts move a touch. Giggling we continue through the aisles; trying to find the chocolate and pushing stuff in every once in a while. Whenever we go shopping we always eat enough food to fill us for a while. Well, till tomorrow.
Giggling I jump off the front with Rose and we dash around the corner. As we do I stop dead in my tracks. In the aisle where the chocolates and lollies are, are five people who I don't want to see. Edward, Emmett, Alice, Nessie and Phil.
Grabbing Rose I let out a scream. He's back! He's back! He's found me! Stumbling a touch I turn around and try to bolt. Only to slam into a body. Giving another scream I try to get away. Arms circle me and I look up to see Jake. Looking back four of them look confused while the fifth has a horrible gleam in his eyes.
"Why Isabella, I haven't seen you in years." He sneers out and starts approaching. Trying to fight against Jake, tears trickle down my cheeks. They are going to let him get me. They are going to let him get me! Get away. He might have the knife. Get away. His view is blocked out as Jasper stands in front of me protectively.
"I'm sure Renee would love to see you." He continues as if no one is blocking his view. All I can do is hold onto Jake for dear life. Renee. Renee hates me. Renee says that I'm unworthy of this world. Renee says that only scum want me. Renee says that I'm not worth anything. Renee says that no one will ever love me. Renee says…
"Leave Phil!" Jasper snarls. Another pair of arms circles me and I let out a scream before seeing Rose's blue eyes. Terrified eyes. They found me. Found me. We're not safe. Never safe. Not safe.
"Sure thing Jasper." Phil spits out his name like a dirty word. I give a small gasp with Rose. This isn't good. He shouldn't know Jazz's name. Not good. Never good. "Just to say. Royce says hi." At that Jasper lashes out. His fist collides with Phil's eye, most likely already starting to bruise. Phil doesn't do anything except turn and run away.
"I have been waiting to do that for eight years." Jasper sighs in delight before turning towards us. He takes a shocked and scared Rose in his arms, holding her tight. "I don't even want to know what they could do." He mutters. Knowing Phil is gone my legs give out on me.
"It's ok Bells." Jake coos and swings me into his arms. Resting my head on his shoulder I shut my eyes. They are doing something. Something. They are together and doing something. But they can't find me… us. They can't. No, no, no!
"I'll help Rose in the kitchen tonight." Jasper states as we, they, start walking away. The snobs don't do a thing, or make a sound. Thank god for that. But I really need a drink. Just something to wash away my thoughts.
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"Oh dear, are they ok?" Jeff asks as we; me still in Jakes arms, walks into work. I must look dreadful as Jake carried me the ten-minute walk, me clutching to his shirt like I might die. But all I could think was of the problems we now face because they found us. They wreck our life once, and now they have come back to wreck it again.
"Yeah," Jasper nods, arm still around Rose. Jake starts walking over to the bar and places me on a bar stool before trying to move away. All I can do is shake my head furiously and grip his shirt harder. He gives a sigh before moving back to me. "Can I give them a shot of whiskey? It will calm them down. Also, Bell's is going to stay with Jake tonight. She knows what to do behind a bar and I can cook." He states, as if he is boss and not Jeff.
"Sure kids, have a shot." He agrees happily. "Frank said you could practically run his business. Not surprised." He mutters before shaking his head and walking off to his office. A shot glass lands in front of me and not spilling a drop I down it. The liquid burns merrily, washing away everything that just happened. The strong stuff is the shit!
Giving a slight grin I look around. A party here. Wonder who for. Old farts most likely. Jeff sticks his head out from the door. "Kids, chuck all the tables together at the side. Then Jasper and Rose need to be in the kitchen." He instructs. Giving a nod we set to work.
The tables are small square ones. The place is set as romantic, so mostly couples come here. The couples are usually well off snobs with diamonds dripping off them. Never said this place was cheap. But to rent it out is another thing.
When you rent out the place it shuts for the night. You book months in advance and heaps of people come. You have a tab at the bar that goes through the roof, while the kitchen works over time. Hopefully we can get a good tip.
The door opens just as Jake and I place a cloth over the tables. They are having a stand up party. So just nibbles. Perfect. Someone coughs and I spin around. Mr C and who I am guessing to be Mrs C. "Yo, Mr C." Jake calls out in greeting. I give a laugh feeling more relaxed then from before. One shot doesn't get me drunk but I do feel… mellow.
"Esme, these are two of the kids I was talking about." I heard Mr C, or Carlisle say quietly to the gorgeous woman. She nodded and smiled as we walked over to behind the bar. They sat on two stools. "Bella, Jacob. Since when do you guys work here? I heard it was hard to get a job." Carlisle asks curiously. Jasper pushes a tray of clean glasses through a window like section behind us. I grab it as he waves and heads back to work.
"We worked for Frank, Jeff's brother for two years." I start off while placing the glasses away. Jake carefully takes out a knife and I shy away a touch. He slices into the lime to start preparing. Thank god, because I don't think I could touch that knife tonight. "When we got the scholarships we pretty much transferred here."
"That's fantastic dears." Esme gushes enthusiastically. "Once our children are here we can start getting ready." Esme instructs and I internally groan. Finishing the glasses I lean back onto the wall with Jake. "I heard that you are trying out for swimming, hockey and soccer. How do you think you went?" She asked kindly and I give my biggest smile and a small chuckle. The door opens again but we ignore it.
"Bells here is the best you can get at swimming." Jake starts off as I feel heat rise on my face. I swim because it helps me relax. "Even if she does over do herself." I give an apologetic smile to Jake as Rose and Jasper stick their heads through the window like slot and laugh. I have had to be pulled out of the pull because my muscles closed down. That and more.
"Rose is best at ice hockey." I start off, giggling at the story she told. To bug her parents when she was young she wanted to do an expensive sport. But not only expensive; expensive, dangerous and manly. They noticed for a while, but then forgot and she found she enjoyed it. "So of course hockey is also her thing." I notice the four snobs come up behind their parents. Yes, parents! God. They have annoyed faces on.
"The boys play soccer." Rose states from beside me, sweat already dripping down her face. I can feel the heat from the kitchen and by the end of tonight the four of us are going to be sopping messes. Both boys are amazing at soccer because their parents forced them into it for one reason or another. Mostly to get rid of them. "Both as good as each other."
"They are emotional outlets." Jasper adds in with a wryly grin. He has always been a sort of empath. It's really cool and very helpful. We have a small giggle at that before Rose and Jasper are called back in. Looking over them all Mr and Mrs C are smiling sweetly while their snobs look furious.
"Ah! Mr Cullen." Jeff shouts out as he bounds over here joyfully. Mr C stands up with Mrs C and their kids. "You met our bar tenders for the night I see. They told me they go to your school." He goes on merrily and they walk away a touch to talk. The snobs take a seat at the bar. Turning my back to them I look into the window, and reach through. A bag of apples sit there just out of reach. Pushing myself up more I just grab one and turn back around taking a large bite.
Bring. It. On.
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Next POV is Edwards! This chapter sets up at least half the story. Umm... Phil and Renee are together. Then you have Royce as Jasper and Rose's father. I need to know who for the mother? Also i need to fit James, Laurent and Victoria in. Billy needs a wife too! Well i think he does. Names? Personality and everything... Looks?
