(A/N: Rated M for graphic, brutal abuse and rape. On the part before and after Edward forces her, I write put two bold sentences so that you don't have to read it if you don't think that you can read it. But if you think that you can stomach it, you can read it.)
Edward was sitting beside me in the driver's seat. He looked the same as he had almost three months ago, although I had not expected him to different. He still had gold eyes and unruly copper-colored hair. He was wearing a gray pullover hoodie and jeans.
Just staring at him brought back the feelings rage and betrayal I had experienced when I caught him cheating on me with that slimy slut. I reached for the door handle; I had no intention of speaking to him. Fuck him!
However, as I touched the handle, there was a loud click.
I was locked in.
"Wait a minute, Bella. We need to talk," Edward stated.
"We don't have shit to talk about," I snapped, scowling fiercely at him. "Why don't you just go back to Tanya? She's waiting for you. Let me out. Now."
He shook his head. "No. I won't let you go until I explain a few things to you and apologize."
"Fuck your apology! You can shove it up your ass! Do you think that sorry and all of the love letters in the world can make me forget that you cheated on me? What you did was unforgivable and inexcusable! Just leave me alone, you psychopathic creep!"
Sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, Edward pleaded, "Bella, just let me explain. You have every reason to be furious with me, and I don't blame you for feeling that way. Just give me fifteen minutes. That's all I'm asking for. I won't let you out until you agree."
I eyed him shrewdly for a long moment. He looked as if he meant what he said. "Fine," I conceded grudgingly. "But fifteen minutes only. I don't have all night. I have a party to get to, and I don't want to be late! Do you understand?"
Edward nodded. "Yes. Oh, and I brought you a chocolate milkshake. Here...you can drink it while we talk." He held it out.
I snatched it from him, but didn't drink it. I wasn't stupid; I knew that he had probably spiked it or something.
"Taste it," Edward smiled. "It is extra thick, just how you like it."
"Okay, okay. Just talk and have this conversation over with," I muttered. I sipped from the straw until the liquid touched my lips, but I didn't let it enter my mouth. Then I pretended to swallow it.
Edward exhaled deeply. "Well...you're right. I did have those letters sent to you through a connection in Montana, who had a friend in Grand Rapids. My connection instructed his friend to mail those love poems and the rose to you. I knew that you or my family would eventually realize that I was behind all of this and come searching for me. But I had my connection mail airline tickets to his friend, who left six days before Alice and the others arrived. To be honest, I was surprised that he got away before they did. I believed that either they or Carlisle would come sooner."
"Well, if you think that your love poems worked, then you are dead wrong," I huffed.
"But I hoped that they would work when you found that I had them sent to you as a form of an apology," he murmured.
I chuckled mirthlessly, shaking my head. "If you did, then you truly are crazy. The only thing it did was make me even more angry with you for thinking that you could win back my affections. And speaking of which, why the hell did you have your connection tell his friend my name?"
Edward pursed his lips. "It was one of my plans to try to bring us back together."
"And it has come to nothing." My patience with this dickhead had worn exceedingly thin by this time. I wanted to go home. When was he going to let me out of this stuffy-ass car?
He exhaled again. "Which brings me to my last-chance apology..."
"I don't want to hear it, Edward..."
"Please," Edward begged, taking my arm as I went to unlock the door. "Listen to me. I know that you don't want to or care to, but please...hear me out. I had you brought here so that I could apologize, and followed the person who brought you to me so that Alice wouldn't see us. I wanted to speak to you in private."
"Have you lost your mind!? Why would you do something like this to me? Let me go!"
"I said that I won't until I-"
"FINE! APOLOGIZE! JUST GET YOUR HAND OFF OF ME!" I shouted in his face.
He backed away and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't have anything to say but that it was not entirely my fault," he began a minute later. "Tanya had seduced me. I tried to explain to her that I was not attracted to her, and that I loved you. I tried to resist her advances. However, she ignored me, and when I attempted to brush her off politely, she kissed me. Her hands were all over me, and before I knew it, I was touching her as well, and then we were having sex. It was not until you caught us that I realized what I was doing. I have regretted it ever since. Bella...I'm sorry. I know that you don't want to hear that, and I know that you don't believe me, but it is true. I'm sorry, and I want us to get back together. The incident with Tanya was a one-time thing, I promise. I love you, with all of my heart and soul, and I swear that I'll never fail you again."
Edward looked me straight in the eyes as he said this. It seemed like he was being truthful...and yet, something was off. His sincerity and devotion did not reach his eyes. In addition to that, I felt dazzled. When I had come to the conclusion that he was attempting to work his charm on me, I glared at him hatefully. He couldn't be serious! He had to be kidding! Did he really think that I was affected by his spell!?
I put my foot down right then and there. "You're a rotten liar, Edward Anthony Masen Jr. Even if you were telling the truth, I wouldn't take you back. Alice told me that you were with Tanya for the past two months. Just because she can't see you or Tanya when you're around her, does not mean that she can't when you're not. Alice saw that Tanya was waiting for you to go back to her. And above all, Carlisle is my soul mate, and that is something that you'll have to accept. Let me out now, and after you do, just stay the fuck away from me! Forever!" I hissed.
Suddenly, Edward grabbed me, squeezing my arm until there was no question that it was bruised. I whimpered and tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip.
I threw the chocolate milkshake that I was still holding in my other hand at him. He caught it, but it splattered all over his face and gray hoodie. He let go off me to wipe it off, and I took my chance to escape.
I unlocked the door in a rush and bolted out of the vehicle. Unfortunately, I had only ran eleven paces when I felt Edward yank me up into his arms.
"GET OFF OF ME, YOU PSYCHOPATH! LET ME GO!" I yelled, struggling as he dragged me back to the car. "GET OFF OF ME!"
Edward threw me onto the passenger seat, then closed and locked the door again. Before I could even lay my hands on the lock switch, he was behind me.
He turned me around, snatched me up by the collar, and WHAM! He punched me in the eye. The force of the blow sent my head plowing into the window, which thankfully didn't crack or shatter. Then he seized my legs and pulled me over to him. I was too dazed to make a sound or move.
"YOU WHORE!" Edward growled, hovering over me. His face was contorted in fury. "I love you! I apologized to you from the bottom of my heart, and you call me a liar?! I would never, ever lie to you! You're just angry because I had cheated on you! You're jealous because I didn't fuck you first!"
He tugged off my shirt and bra so roughly that I was vaguely surprised that he had kept them both intact. After that, he held my arms over my head before tying my wrists with a rope. It bit into my skin, causing me to wince. Then he tied the rope onto something above me. "You say that I never touched you? You tell me that I never gave you the time of day? I shall give you what you had been wanting!"
"NO!" I hollered, trying to squirm away from him even though I knew it was useless. But I would never be able to look anyone in the eye-especially Carlisle and myself-if I didn't make an effort to resist him. "DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE!"
Edward ignored me and slid my jeans and panties off. Then he sat up and undid his trousers in a flash. When he had removed his boxers, he thrusted his penis into my face. "Look at that, Isabella. It is just as impressive as Carlisle's, isn't it?" he smirked proudly. He shifted downwards and positioned himself at my entrance.
"No...no...please...no," I wept.
*If you are sensitive to reading rape scenes, stop here please. Look for the next bold section.*
Paying no heed to my pleas, Edward grinned before slamming into me.
I cried out in pain. Even though I wasn't a virgin, his entrance hurt in a way that I couldn't believe. "DON'T DO THIS!" I bellowed once more.
"SHUT UP! You want this! You know that you do! Don't lie and tell me that you don't!" he snapped, thrusting his hips roughly into mine. I screamed for him to stop, but he covered my mouth with his hand.
"NO! CARLISLE! CARLISLE! ALICE!" I shouted into his palm. My voice was muffled, but I prayed that she could still see me. "ALICE! EMMETT! JASPER! ROSALIE! JACOB! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!"
Edward continued to pound into me, groaning in pleasure. I closed my eyes so that I wouldn't have to see him, but he caught onto my motive and forced them open.
"You look at Carlisle when he's fucking you, so you're going to look at me too. You will see what you do to me Isabella. You will see how good you make me feel!" He thrusted into me harder. "I understand now why Carlisle loves to fuck you so much. You feel so good, baby." He dipped his head and licked my nipples.
HELP ME, ALICE! PLEASE HELP ME! I yelled in my head, tears rolling down to the back of my neck.
Time passed, but no one came. Why did nobody come? Couldn't Alice see what was happening? Couldn't see hear what was going on? I called to her over and over, but it was pointless.
Edward removed his hand from my mouth and kissed me harshly. He forced his tongue past my lips, moaning as it clashed with mine. He explored my mouth, roving his tongue all over my teeth and cheeks. I gagged as he tried to shove it down my throat. When he drew back, I spat on his face. Bad idea.
"BITCH! HOW DARE YOU!" he bellowed, slapping me in the face when he said "dare." He hit me so hard that I was abruptly gazing at the vehicle's clock, but I could barely see it. Bright yellow dots had popped into my vision. He gripped my chin to make me look at him again and closed his hand around my throat. I choked, gasping for air. "IF YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN, I'LL DO MORE THAN SLAP YOU! WHEN I KISS YOU, I EXPECT YOU TO KISS ME BACK!"
He kissed me again, just as roughly as before. I tried to turn my head away, but this fueled his rage. "THAT'S IT! YOU ASKED FOR IT!" he shouted.
And Edward punched me repeatedly in the stomach, on my arms, and my legs. I was relieved that he didn't break any bones. "KISS ME!" he hollered, still striking me.
"NO! GO TO HELL!" I screamed in agony.
He choked me again. "I said-" He slapped me. "-kiss me-" SMACK! "-you slut! KISS ME!" SMACK!
I sobbed. "No," I whimpered.
Edward's eyes flashed, and suddenly he smiled. "Fine. Don't. I can see that you like it better when I fuck you."
I shook my head desperately. "No...please...no...!"
"Shut up!" he hissed. He gripped my wrists tightly and slammed into me over and over. The pain between my legs was excruciating. I yelled, and he covered my mouth again.
"Oh yes...yes...I can't believe that I put this off for so long, Isabella...See what you do to me, baby? See how good you make me feel?...Oh yes...fuck...Ohhhhhh, Isabella...I'm going to-" Edward moaned, his teeth clenched. He pulled out of me, and I felt his cold semen shoot onto my belly and thighs. Next, he thrusted his penis in my face once more. "Clean me off."
"No way, you fucking-oomph!" I gagged as he shoved it into my mouth.
Edward scowled at me. "Do as I say! Lick off the rest of my cum..." When I remained still, he pinched me. "Lick. It. Off. Now swallow it."
I thought that he was done with me after he pulled himself out of my mouth, but I was wrong. Just when I believed that I was going to vomit, he flipped me over and shoved his penis into my ass.
I bellowed in agony. "STOP!"
He tugged my hair until my scalp felt as if it were on fire. "Be quiet. I know you like getting fucked in the ass, so don't pretend as if it hurts you!"
Edward grasped my shoulders and pounded in and out of my ass at moderate speed. I begged and pleaded for him to let me go, but he wouldn't listen to me. He continued to hurt me, grunting as thrusted into me.
"Oh, I love you, baby," he whispered, quickening his pace. "Tell me that you love me. Tell me that you love me, Isabella."
I didn't. I just yelled for him to get off of me. I was grateful when he didn't persuade me, hit me, or both.
"It's all right. I will have you saying it soon enough."
As if there was a chance in hell that I would.
Minutes later, he was slamming into me, and he abruptly withdrew his penis from my ass. His icy seed sprayed onto my back. He slumped onto me, making me fall forward, and turned me over to kiss my cheek.
*Okay, the rape scene is over now!*
After a second, he put on his jeans. Then he redressed me before starting the car.
I just laid there in a stunned, horrified silence. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that Edward had took my body by force, raped me, and had the audacity to think that I wanted sex from him.
And all I could think was why?
Why did he do this to me, if he loved me so much?
Why didn't anyone save me?
Why was this allowed to happen?
More importantly, why was Edward allowed to cause me this pain?
Time went by, although I wasn't quite certain how much of it did, and the vehicle slowed to a halt. Edward reached over and yanked me up so that I was sitting.
"Stop crying," he ordered, wiping away my tears impatiently. "Don't pretend that you didn't enjoy that. You liked it. You know you did. Now, listen closely. I have to go hunting. I want you to go in your house and get yourself ready for me. We're going to have another round or two. Another connection of mine has already brought you truck here, so don't worry about it being left on the side of that highway. If Carlisle comes to visit you, send him away immediately. Your relationship with him is over. He doesn't love you as I do. Don't believe what he or Alice said about you two being mates either. It is a lie. You are mine, Bella. Carlisle was just jealous because he didn't have anyone, and wanted to take you away from me. Well, now the tables have turned. I didn't wait for more than a hundred years to find my true love and end up with no one. I smell so much as a whiff of his scent on you, he will pay. And if I find out that you had disobeyed me, I will have you gang-raped. Then, I will let you go back to Carlisle as you wish, and we shall see how badly he will want you after you tell him what happened. I would be amazed if he didn't think that you were nothing but a selfish little whore that had brought this on herself."
Before I could yell at him, protest, or argue, he kissed me on the lips. He pressed me into him so that I couldn't squirm away. "I will see you in a few hours, Bella. Don't forget what I had told you. I love you, and I'm sorry for hitting and threatening you. I didn't mean to lose my temper."
With that, he unlocked the door. "You can get out now."
I opened and shut it gently. I glanced around. I was standing in my driveway. My truck was there, but Charlie's police cruiser was gone. I wished that it was there when I needed it to be the most. I peeked into my truck's window to see if my backpack had been stolen, but it was still on the floor. I turned away and stumbled over to the house.
A horn beeped behind me. I pivoted to see Edward blowing a kiss at me and waving. Dickhead!
I didn't respond, just opened the front door, trembling with suppressed sobs. I gingerly climbed the stairs one at a time because of the ache between my thighs and butt cheeks and slipped into my almost-dark bedroom.
When I peered into my mirror to inspect the damage I had sustained, I recoiled in horror. The entire left side of my face was bruised. My eye was swollen shut, and my lip was bleeding a little. There were hand-shaped marks on my cheek that ran from my temple to my chin. In addition to that was a golf-ball sized lump on the right side of my forehead where it hit the window. My wrists had rope marks and bruises on them, as well as my arms, stomach, hips, and thighs, which were also laced with dried semen.
Just seeing myself made me cry harder. I sank onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow as I heard the sound of Edward's new car racing away into the distance.
After I was sure that Edward was miles away, I called to Alice through my head. Alice, please...I need you. I need you so bad.
"Bella? Bella!" a wind-chime voice exclaimed not ten seconds later. I was never more delighted to hear it in my life.
I felt the bed dip under me. "Bella, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" she queried in distress.
I opened my mouth, but couldn't form the words.
Alice placed her hand on my back. "Bella, what happened? Look at me." She attempted to roll me over.
"NO!" I screamed, edging away from her. "Don't look at me!"
"What do you mean? What happened? Have you been hurt? Did someone hurt you?"
I couldn't reply.
Alice was quiet for a moment. "Do you want to come over our house? Will you tell me what happened there?" she inquired.
I gulped. "Please, Alice? I don't want to stay here. I'm scared," I sobbed.
"Okay, Bella. We're going to have it taken care of. Don't worry," she reassured.
Alice scooped me up into her arms. I kept the pillow on my face. She seemed to understand because she didn't ask me to remove it.
I felt a brief rush of cool air before I was warm again. Then I heard the sound of a door shutting.
"What's the matter with her?" Jasper questioned.
"I don't know," Alice responded. Then she laid me down on a soft mattress. "Bella, move the pillow from your face." She tried to pull it away from me.
"No!" I protested, clutching it tightly.
"Bella, please," she implored.
Jasper broke into the conversation. "I'm feeding off a lot of fear and pain from her, darlin'. I'm beginning to feel really worried," he mumbled.
"So am I. I don't know why she won't look at me or tell me what's wrong. I'm afraid that someone has hurt her, and she's too frightened to talk about it. This isn't like her. I wish I knew what it was or who; I can't see what happened at all. Bella, please tell us what's the matter. Give me the pillow," Alice begged.
"NO!" I hollered.
"Bella?" a gentle voice murmured to my right. It was Rosalie's. "Bella, can you look at me? Please?"
I was astonished. Rosalie never spoke to me so kindly before except once, when she told me the story of her life before her transformation. In fact, she usually didn't talk to me at all. When she did, there would be a sharp edge to her voice.
Sighing, I peeked at her with my right eye, making sure that the left side of my face was obscured.
Rosalie gave a tiny smile. "It's okay to show us your face, honey. Whatever happened to you wasn't your fault. We won't be angry with you. I promise," she remarked earnestly.
"Do you mean it?" I sniffed.
"Of course I do, sweetie."
I hesitated. Rosalie nodded in encouragement. Taking another deep breath, I sat up and slowly put the pillow down.
Alice and Rosalie gasped in dismay. Jasper and Emmett, who was in the room but hadn't spoke, hissed in fury.
"Oh, my God," Alice breathed, lightly touching the bruises on my face. Her cold fingers felt good on them.
Suddenly, her expression turned blank. "Carlisle is just about to finish his last shift. He'll be here in fifteen to twenty minutes."
Terror welled up inside me once more. There was no way that I was going to let Carlisle see me like this. I went to get off of the bed, but Alice held onto me.
"No, Bella. Carlisle has a right to know this. You are his mate. You won't be able to keep this away from him forever. You need to tell us what happened to you right now. Who did this to you? Was it Jacob? If it was, I will kill him. I swear I will-" she threatened.
"No," I interrupted, tears blurring my vision. There was no turning back now. "It wasn't Jacob. It...it was E-Edward."
Everyone froze. "Edward?" Rosalie muttered. She smelled me and drew back with a growl. She's right-I can smell his scent all over her. Why didn't we notice it before?"
"Darlin', what did he do to you?" Jasper demanded through clenched teeth.
"Tell us," Emmett pleaded softly, kneeling beside Rosalie. He squeezed my arm reassuringly.
I swallowed thickly before explaining how I was kidnapped and taken into the woods somewhere. How Edward had confessed to engaging two people to mail the letters to me. How Edward wanted to apologize to me and my refusal to let him do so at first. Then I told them what he said to me as he apologized, and how I realized that he wasn't being honest. By the time I had gotten to the part where I tried to escape from Edward, I had started to weep inconsolably. Alice rubbed my back.
"...He grabbed me, threw me back into his car, and then he punched me in the eye so hard that I flew into the window. After that, he dragged me over to him and told me that he loved me. That he would never lie to me, and that I was angry at him for cheating on me, and jealous because he didn't have sex with me before he fucked that skank. Then he tied my hands above my head, took off our clothes and...and he..." I faltered, burying my face in my palms. "Edward raped me, vaginally, orally, and anally. And he beat me and choked me for spitting on him, or for not doing something that he told me to do. When he was finished with me, he took me home."
Finally, I told them about what Edward said about Carlisle not being my mate. I explained to them how he threatened to make Carlisle pay if he contacted me and have me gang-raped if I didn't keep away from him as well.
A mixture of fury, disbelief, horror, and sadness rolled through the air. Rosalie hugged me as I continued to cry, and Alice did too. Emmett and Jasper could only stare at me, speechless.
Seconds later, Alice cocked her head to the side. "Carlisle's home," she announced.
I began to tremble. Rosalie embraced me again. "Don't worry, Bella. This isn't your fault. He will take care of it," she whispered.
"What do you mean?" I heard Carlisle inquire.
Rosalie tilted my head with her forefinger. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He rushed over to me. "Oh, my God! Isabella, what happened?" he demanded with a worried frown. "What happened?" he repeated when I didn't answer him.
Alice spoke up. "Edward came back, and..."
"Edward?" Carlisle murmured, turning to her. His voice was deadly calm. "He had something to do with this?"
"Yes," she replied, her eyes filling with tears. Then she told him everything that I told everyone else minutes before. "He forced himself on her," she concluded with a sob.
"HE WHAT?!" he hissed. He immediately started to undress me to check my body for bruises. "You don't mind, do you, sweetheart?"
I shook my head. Emmett and Jasper left to give me some privacy.
Carlisle looked over my wrists and midsection. When he removed my jeans, an ear-splitting growl of rage flew from his mouth. I cringed, and so did Alice and Rosalie.
His expression softened. "I apologize, my dear. I didn't intend to frighten you." He slid my panties off, covered me up, and took me to his office for an examination.
After laying me down onto another bed, he queried, "Would you like me to do this? Or would you prefer it if Alice and Rosalie did? I would understand if you do..."
I cut him off. "You can do it. I know that you won't hurt me."
Carlisle nodded. Before he set to work, he drew the blanket up to my waist and opened my legs. I cried as a wave of shame and humiliation engulfed me. Alice and Rosalie caressed my arms soothingly.
"Oh, my God. It almost looks as if she had been broken into." Carlisle performed the examination, shuddering with extreme anger. "That bastard raped her raw. Does your vagina and anus hurt, Isabella?"
I nodded.
A while later, he finished and redressed me. "The only thing that I can say is that you are very fortunate. If you had been a virgin when Edward did this to you, the situation would be much worse. Besides dried out skin, which I took care of, there is no damage to your vagina. And as for you anus, there is also no damage, and the pain will go away soon. Physically, you will be fine, but psychologically...I am afraid that it will take a while to recover from this. You will need to go through therapy, but this shall be done in private." He embraced me tightly. "I am going to deal with this, my love. Edward will never hurt you again. I promise," he vowed, continuing to quake.
Rosalie joined us. "You will get through this, Bella. It will take time, but you will."
I inclined my head again and wept stormily into Carlisle's chest. He, Alice, and Rosalie stroked my back comfortingly. I felt two more hands on my shoulders and knew that Emmett and Jasper had entered the office.
"It will be all right, Bella," Emmett mumbled.
"He won't get away with what he did to you," Jasper added in a threatening voice. Then his hand stiffened. "Alice, darlin', are you sure that you still can't see what happened to Bella?"
"Yes, why?" she questioned.
"Because you would have seen it by now. Whenever Bella visits Jacob, you never know what she does even after she crosses into our territory, unless she tells you. Of course, you know that she doesn't do anything with him that would make us angry with her or Jacob, or both. Do...do you think that Edward might have crossed the boundary?"
The silence the followed was deafening. I backed away from Carlisle to see that everyone had a puzzled expression on their faces.
Pursing her lips, Alice responded, "It's a definite possibility. But why would Edward do that? He knows that we would all get in trouble if we broke the treaty."
Carlisle narrowed his eyes, deep in thought. "If he did, perhaps we can ask for an acquittal and find some way to get Jacob and his friends to help us, if they agree to do this," he stated. "Isabella, I need you to call him. I have to speak to him, and I'm afraid that you will have to tell him what Edward did."
I gazed at him in fear, and he caressed my cheek. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I will help you tell Jacob, if need be. But you have to call him now before we end up in mortal danger."
I sighed deeply. Half of the mortal danger we got into seemed to be through Edward's doings. He killed Victoria's mate, James, which eventually caused her hunt me and create a newborn army to attack me and my family. Then he pushed me into a table on my birthday which nearly caused everyone in the family but Carlisle to slip and drain me. Then he almost got Alice and I murdered when we went to Volterra to stop him from being killed by the Volturi. And tonight, he raped me. When he realized that I had contacted Carlisle, what would he do to him? To Alice and the others? I already knew what he would do to me.
These reasons were more than enough for me to dread calling Jacob. What if he and his pack chose to destroy my family after they found out the Edward had indeed raped me on their lands? If they did, I will die with them. I can't live without my family, especially Carlisle. I just can't!
However, I could hope for the best, right? Maybe the situation will turn out in our favor after all.
This idea boosted my confidence somewhat, and feeling hopeful, I took my cell phone out of my pocket.
(A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! I know that this chapter is shorter than the last two, but I hope that you still think that it's interesting. The reason why I able to update this so quickly is because I had written most of it already. Some scenes weren't written, but they were easy to add to the story. Poor Bella! Damn Edward for what he did to her! Do you think that Jacob and his friends should side with Bella and her family? Let me know what you think! The title of the next chapter: No Crime Goes Unpunished.)
