Sorry for the long wait on this chapter. I've been super busy! I hope that you guys enjoy this, and I uh—had an idea that will take this story in a different direction.

Chapter Seven

Bella's Pov

I curled into myself, as I sobbed. I can't believe I was so weak. I should have known better than to go out alone with him still in town. Of course he was still in town—he transferred here. How he ever talked his parents into that, I'll never know.

The phone on my night stand vibrated loudly. That was the tenth call from Edward that I had ignored. I couldn't see him like this. Not after I had worked so hard to keep our relationship completely platonic, now though, any thoughts that I might have had of more than friendship with Edward was over. I was now considered damaged goods. Why would he want that? Want me?

"Bells, Edward's on the phone for ya," Charlie called from the kitchen.

I sighed, I knew I couldn't go down there looking like I did. He'd know something wasn't right. I also knew that Edward would know that something was right with the fact that I was still sobbing. Shrugging off the blanket that covered my body, I got up and walked to my bedroom door.

"I'm about to hop into the shower. Tell him I'll call him back when I get out."

It wasn't the truth, but then again I couldn't say. I can't talk to him because I'm sobbing like a weak little girl. So a lie would have to work. Now I had to go through the motions of showering otherwise he'd know that I was lying.

I turned around and grabbed my nighttime attire, and my toiletries, and headed for the bathroom. Closing, and locking the door behind me, I threw my bag on the counter top, before walking forward and twisting the hot water on full blast. If I was going to shower it would be to wash the feeling from me. It had been a day, and I had showered so many times that I couldn't count and I could still smell and feel Jacob all over me.

I shrugged out of my clothes. The shirt was slightly damp from all the crying. Throwing them on the floor, not even caring. I stepped into the full flowing water, and felt as it scalded my skin, turning it red almost automatically.

"Hold still. This doesn't have to be difficult Bella. It's just—It's time I mark my territory. He needs to know that you BELONG to me."

His breath was hot against the skin of my neck, and he all but ripped my shirt from my body. I felt so weak and exposed. I wanted to fight back. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to do something, but I couldn't. I was frozen. I had never seen Jake like this. He had always been such a sweet guy. He had always reminded me of Edward like that. Then there—thinking his name. Thinking how upset he would be at me not fighting back. Of me letting Jacob take advantage of me like this.

"I SAID HOLD STILL! What has he done to you? He's turned you into a squirmy bitch."

I only now realized that the water had gone cold, and that I was curled up in the far corner of the tub. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. No matter how many times I tried to not think of what he did to me, it seemed to be the only thing left in my mind. I only vaguely heard the light tapping on the door.

"Bells you didn't hurt yourself did you?" Charlie's worried voice boomed through the wooden door easily.

I scrambled up as quickly as I possibly could.

"No—just lost track of time," I called, hoping he couldn't hear the tears in my voice.

"K' Alice called—their worried about you Bells." I heard his feet start down the stairs, and knew that he wasn't waiting around for an answer.

A call wouldn't do it. I'd have to go—I swallowed a lump that was stuck in my throat—see Edward. Not that my appearance would let him know that everything was hunky dory. Quite the opposite—I needed him to know. I needed someone to know. I couldn't keep this locked up anymore.

I climbed quickly from the bathtub, yanking on my clothes as I went. I grabbed my hair brush. Not that I cared what my hair looked like—but at the same time—I did. I yanked it through the matted pieces of hair in the back of my head. I whimpered softly as the bristles hit the sore spot where Jacob had beat my head against the brick wall to help hold me still. I didn't even think to brush my teeth or well—frankly anything else. I just needed to cry on someone's shoulder.

I took a couple of deep breaths at the top of the stairs—trying to keep the tears at bay until I could get out of the house. Then I could cry at will. Luckily Edward lived right across the street, so I wouldn't have to drive. I was happy that my father was engrossed in a baseball game, so I simply called over my shoulder.

"Gonna see Edward."

"Not too long honey," he called back, but I was half-way out the door.

I all but ran across the street, not even bothering to check and see if traffic was coming, and ran up the three short steps to his front door. I begged for him—and only him to answer the door.

"Bells?" his voice was so familiar that the tears came more freely now. "What's wrong?"

"He—he—ra--raped--me," I sobbed out, as I fell into his arms—my world going black.

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