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Victoria and James are human even if it doesn't seem like it, their just severely screwed up in the head.

And the horror that was Victoria is reveled.

APOV

I was terrified. So much that it felt like my lungs collapsed on me and a hand was closed around my heart. I thought I could escape them by moving to Seattle. I thought it was far enough away from home and I'd hoped they would forget about me and move on.

Apparently they hadn't because here sat the bane of my existence right in front of me and in handcuffs. Well one of them anyway. So where was the other one?

That was the first thing I asked and the fear came back ten times worst when he said that it was only James. Victoria was still out there and very much able to hurt me. I didn't want to be alone, I couldn't alone because I knew I'd end up curled in the fetal position in complete terror. The last year before I moved here was the worst of my life. I met Victoria when I was twenty and still very naive.

I was stupid. So very stupid.

I believed her when she told me she loved me. That being said, I did anything that would make her happy. Anything she asked I did without a second thought and it went on like that for some time. She had me distancing myself from my family and friends, sneaking out at night, and taking all kinds of drugs. It wasn't until I met James that I started to doubt her. Victoria had told me she loved me on more than one occasion yet here she was with another guy, making out in front of me and telling me to watch and join in whenever I felt like it.

But I didn't feel like it. James disgusted me even in the not so sober state I was usually in. He repulsed me in every way possible and it wasn't just the fact that he was a male with extra packaging that I didn't care for. The way he looked at me, touched me, even talked to me sent unpleasant shivers down my spine. I never wanted him to touch me or join in their nightly activities.

That didn't go over so well.

It actually pissed both of them off pretty badly. The first time I refused bluntly was also the first time Victoria struck me. She hit me so hard I actually blacked out and when I woke I was in bed with him. I felt his touch lingering all over my body and the area between my legs ached. I tried to get away but he held me down and had his way with me over and over again.

I expected Victoria to stop him. She'd said she loved me after all. You should never let the one you love endure something like I did and you damn sure shouldn't sit there watch and encourage more of it. When James finally pulled out of me I was sobbing. Victoria swept me up in her arms and began whispering in my ear that she was sorry and wouldn't let it happen again. My stupid self believed her because I actually was in love with her. When I told her I loved her I meant it. It wasn't a lie to get into her pants like it was when she told me.

Anyway, I believed every word that came out her mouth and I didn't see James for a few weeks. Things went back to how they were the first few months of mine and Victoria's relationship. She was sweet, understanding, and most of all loving. I really thought she was the one for the longest time. She was perfect for the most part. That was until one night she got me incredibly fucked up. I didn't even know my own name and couldn't care less.

That was the night she brought James back and I'm glad I can't remember most of what went on. All I remember was being drug to a hotel room right after a party and finding James already there. I remember she went to him, pushed him back on the bed and began kissing him. This wasn't the first time but I thought we were through with him. Well, I was wrong.

That night I was handcuffed to the bed naked and with my legs tied wide open. This time I couldn't fight back, I couldn't even struggle. I remember Victoria sitting on my face, her sex swallowing any cry's that left my mouth as James pounded into me. When James was satisfied and I was ruined he pulled out a knife. The things they whispered to me were horrible and mentally scarred me.

Most of the things they said were about enjoying my death and painting the walls with my blood, but there were other things like how much they were going to enjoy playing with my corpse before they dismembered me and spread my remains on my parents doorstep.

They took turns carving their names into my abdomen and pouring various liquids on my wounds that burned immensely. After both of their names decorated my body and I was thoroughly reassured that no one would every want me they untied me then cuffed me to the radiator. They left me there while they had sex in the same sheets that were speckled with my blood. They passed out not long after that.

It took me forever but I finally managed to wiggle my hands out of their restraints. I still had the scars from that feat.

I quickly found some clothes and got out of there. After wandering the streets for about an hour I found a pay phone and called my father. He was angry but the anger quickly left his voice when he heard mine. It took him and my mother about thirty minutes to find me bloody and terrified on a street corner down town, in an area I'd never been to. I was so scared the whole time that Victoria or James would pop out from no where and take me back to that hotel room with them and I'd never be able to escape.

When I was finally home my mom and dad made me explain everything. I finally came clean and begged for their forgiveness. Being the awesome people that they are they automatically forgave me and got me what ever help I needed. James and Victoria wouldn't give me up so easily though, it got to the point that my father had security around the house every hour of the day and night. They came close to getting me back too. I recalled James's face as he hung outside my window, looking like he was a predator and I was his prey.

His crooked grin still plagues my dreams.

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I told Bella the entire story of what happened with Victoria that night. She deserved to know since she was going to be the one putting up with my nearly catatonic state. My parents couldn't fly out here on such short notice and Edward only knew the gist of what happened so I couldn't ask him.

I expected her to leave me. To drop me like the damaged goods that I was, but to my surprise she didn't. She stayed with me and held me as I cried myself to sleep.

I had always known that she was nothing like Victoria and had always been attracted to her, but I felt my feeling shift. I wasn't sure exactly what happened but I knew I would never be able to leave her or stop fighting for her affection.

Bella was my everything.

BPOV

My heart broke a little more every time I looked at my tiny pixie. She was the sweetest person I'd ever met and she didn't deserve any of what she went through.

Victoria better pray that the officers find her before I do, cause if I get to her first there won't be much left to put behind bars. I wasn't the daughter of a cop for nothing. I knew more about fighting, defending myself, and weapons that any girl my age should.

My fist clenched voluntarily and my arms began to shake with pure rage. I'd never felt so mad in my entire life. Alice had a way of increasing my emotions tenfold without even trying. I took a deep breath and tried to control the anger that was boiling like lave underneath my skin. When all else failed I took to trying to memorize every detail of Alice's face, to commit everything about her to memory. That seemed to work, as I felt the offending emotion drain away slowly as I took more of her in. The urge to kiss her and cuddle her to my chest until all her pain was gone was overwhelming but I managed to refrain. I doubt she'd want that anyway.

Even after all that she went through she still had an amazing personality. She was beyond perfect in every way possible and I didn't know what to do with that.

The only thing that could be called a relationship that I'd ever been in was with Leah, and it was never serious between us. I had no earthly clue what to do about the feeling swimming in my gut, the butterflies that invaded my body every time I talked to her, or the sparks that seemed to fly when every my body came in contact with hers.

I needed to figure this out..

This turned out differently that I originally planned.. More drama and angst surely but it does make for a better plot.

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