Hi again! I know it has been forever since I posted anything, but this year has been crazy. I have been forced to work my ass of in school, but hopefully next year will be a bit easier. At least I promise to tell you if something comes up that will prevent me from posting, and if I don't say anything: You can expect about 1 chapter every other weak. Please leave a review, but considering how bad I have been this year I wont blame you if you don't. Either way: This chapter is not very interesting, but I promise I will try to do better in the next one!
Rating: M for language, violence and flashbacks.
Disclamer: All rights for the Twilight Saga and the charaters goes to Stephanie Meyer. But this plot and story is mine so please don't steal it!
Maybe it wasn't the best place to go - a room where I was going to be naked and where the sound of water would hide any sound of his footsteps from me. If he wanted to take me by surprise this would be a golden moment for him. But considering he was a vampire he wouldn't really need the element of surprise to take me down, and if he wanted me naked he wouldn't have any troubles with ripping my clothes of.
I showered for almost an hour, but most of that time was spent on thinking, not washing my hair. It felt like I had gotten enough weird information in these past two days to last a lifetime, but I knew there would probably be more. He had said that they didn't hunt people, and I had gotten a feeling that he was telling the truth. On the other hand, no one knew better than me how convincing a lie could be - I had heard more lies than truths as I grew up. And even if he was telling the truth, just because he wouldn't bite didn't mean that he would not hurt me. But I also remembered that the girl, Alice, had said something about that we could go on shopping trips or something as soon as I accepted being here, and I knew that it would be a golden opportunity to escape. Shopping was done in public, so she wouldn't be able to use her vampire strength, and there would be plenty of people to ask for help. Even if I didn't know where we were, I figured we had to be somewhere in the state of Washington considering the time we had used for the drive here and the weather. Maybe we were close to the town were my father lived, forks. I hadn't been there many times, but at least enough to know a few people that I could ask for help. Maybe I could even use it as an excuse to my mother as Felicia had family who lived here too.
I stepped out of the shower and in to the closet as quick as I possibly could. I had forgotten to bring clothes with me this time as well, so I was only wearing my towel, tightly wrapped around my body. If I would have bothered to look myself in the mirror I would have seen my pale face, lined with worry and bad sleep, and my right shoulder a mess of scars and unhealed wounds. Almost all parts of my body held scars, but the shoulder was the part that had the longest time left to heal, and it also hurt like hell. Normally I took pain medication every day, but as I hadn't told these people of my injuries I hadn't gotten any medication from them. Though I doubted I would have gotten medication even if I had told them. Well in the closet I picked out another pair of matching lace underwear, since they were the most modest underwear there were in here. I shuddered when I thought of why I might need skimpy, designer underwear and forced myself to concentrate on getting dressed instead. I picked out a fresh t-shirt and put it on with the shorts I had worn the day before with my own shoes. The shirt was black and said: Love is a lie.
After that I couldn't prolong it any longer, I had to go down and face him, or he would come up to me. As I didn't want him in the room with the bed I figured it would be wiser to go down. I walked down the stairs, stopping by the kitchen to see if he was still there. He wasn't, so I continued down to the ground floor and into the living room where I had been the day before with Alice. To my surprise he wasn't there either, but the back door stood open. I peaked out, but didn't see him anywhere. My heart begun to clap faster and faster as I realised that this was a perfect chance of getting away from them. I took into a sprint, out the door, down the stairs, around the house. Still he was nowhere in sight so I continued to run down the small road we had come from the day I arrived. My ribs hurt like hell for every breath I took, and my head was almost spinning for the lack of air in my lungs. I hadn't been running for a long time, and this was probably not the best way to start again, but I told my body to be quiet, I had to do this. I made it out to the bigger road, and even saw the town far away down the road. I almost stopped in shock as I realised where we were - we weren't only close to Forks, we were in Forks! That was when I heard a sound from behind, and suddenly I was jerked back so hard I screamed. I recognised the cold hand, the hard body. He had found me again. He must have been out, but still kind of close to the house when he either heard my run, of if he had come back to find me missing. He said:
"Bella, I told you not to run. I told you that it would only make it harder on yourself." His voice was filled with anger, but also with something I was almost certain was disappointment. I trembled, both out of pain and fear. Jasper still hadn't released his iron grip on my shoulder, and it was my injured shoulder that he held. At last I couldn't hold back a whimper, if he didn't let go the risk of me passing out was huge.
Jaspers POV
I was just out hunting around the house, when I suddenly felt her emotions change. I had been close to her for long enough to be able to feel her from a pretty long distance. I realised that her change from fear to surprise, anticipation, happiness and determination was her realising that the house was empty. I would have thought she would have stayed in her room for longer which was why I had dared to out for a small hunt. I begun to run at the top of my speed towards her, but she had a big lead. When I finally caught up to her she was out by the big road, standing still, probably to catch her breath. She was breathing heavy, but her emotions were mostly pain and surprise. When I caught a hold of her shoulder, to prevent her from continuing to run away from me, her feeling of pain increased, but so did the fear and the anger. I said:
"Bella, I told you not to run. I told you that it would only make it harder on yourself." I was really angry with her, but even more with myself. I knew I shouldn't have trusted her, not yet. But not being able to trust her made me really disappointed as I had hoped that now when she knew we wouldn't harm her she could finally find some peace here with us. I heard her whimper in pain, and quickly released my grip on her shoulder, but as soon as I realised that I hadn't hold her that hard I became suspicious. There was no way I had hold her hard enough to hurt her, I had made sure of that. Unless... Unless she was already hurt. I brought my hands back up to her shoulder, and even though I knew it would scare her even more, I ripped the shirt so her shoulder was bare. What I saw surprised me, it was really damaged. Not only was it covered in scars and unhealed wounds, it was also a bit deformed like it had been totally crushed. She shivered as my fingers touched her, my cold skin against her warm, slightly sweaty after her sprint.
"What is this? How did it happen, and why haven't you told us about it?" I realised too late that my voice was still gilled with anger, something that scared her even more. She backed away from me a step, trying to get her now broker shirt to cover her shoulder again. She looked away, down to the ground and mumbled:
"I told you I was kidnapped before, and that is why I know better than most just how bad it can go. I got away from them only about five months ago, and that was because they thought I was dead. The night got out of control, and among other things they crushed my shoulder. When they were done that night, I was passed out, on the verge of death and they decided to leave me for someone else to find dead body. But I woke up around a day or two later and managed to get out of the house and to a place were I could get help. But as you saw, not all of the injuries have healed yet." She still didn't dare to look at me, and maybe that was a good thing. If she would have looked up she would have seen my face filled with rage over how they treated her. I took a deep breath, not for the air but to calm myself down, but as I did I realised she was bleeding. The smell of her blood was strong, but not strong enough to be lethal for her. I stopped breathing, as I wasn't sure of my self-control and said:
"Bella, we are going back to the house now. You are injured and you are bleeding, so I will need to take care of that. I will call Edward so that he can bring some medication for you when he returns with Alice later today, okay? And don't try to run again, as you now have noticed, there is no use." I made sure to make my voice softer, kinder and friendlier. She already was terrified, there was no use making it worse because I was angry with myself and with the people who had hurt her when she was younger.
When we got back to the house I told her to lay down on the couch while I got some medical things from Carlisle's office. I wasn't a doctor or anything, but I least I knew enough to help her with the wounds, and then Edward could check the rest when he came back. I got back down to her and saw that she had stayed on the couch as I had asked her, she had even laid down. Even though I assumed it was because she was tired and in pain, and not because she wanted to please me, it still did. I knew she would hate for the next thing I was about to say, but I knew I needed to, it was for her own good.
"You need to take your shirt of completely, as the stains shows that there is where your wounds are. I promise I wont hurt you, or do anything inappropriate to you, I will just clean out the wounds and then you will be free to put your clothes back on. When Edward comes back he will need to look at your shoulder and if we find any other similar deep injuries he will treat those to. He does not work as a doctor like Carlisle do, but he has done the full training three times so he is fully qualified to help you." I saw her tense up and felt her fear spike as I told her to undress, but I also felt a small amount of trust. She might not trust us as people at all, but at least she had some small beliefs in my ability to help her ease her pain. She took a really deep breath, like she was preparing herself, and then she took her shirt of. I tried not to stare, tried not to look at her in a way that might scare her, but she was just so beautiful. She was petite, actually a bit too skinny, but still you could sense the curves she would have if she just gained some weight. Her breasts were normal sized, but deliciously formed and her skin was cream coloured. The only flaw except for her weight problem was that her body was covered in scars, some old and some definitely new. But as my body was the same, I found that it didn't lessen her beauty in any way, it just told that she had a hard story behind her.
I dipped the cloth I had brought in a bowl of water so I first could get rid of the blood that covered her upper body. I did first her front and then, after some hesitation from her part about turning her back on me, her back. I started with the water and after that I used an antiseptical cream so that she wouldn't get an infection.
"We will need to put more cream on before you go to bed tonight, and then tomorrow we will wash them again, okay?" I used a calm voice to speak to her after I was done washing and had gotten rid of the bloody cloth and water so that I could breathe again. She sat up at my words and then stood while saying:
"Okay. I'm just gonna go and get a fresh shirt, I will be back soon." I felt a small smile dance over my lips as she left, because even though she didn't like me or even trust me, I felt like I had finally gotten it trough to her that I wouldn't harm her.
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