A/N: This chapter and the next will be in Bella POV. Enjoy

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Chapter 9

BPOV

I was running again...I always seem to be.

It's extremely dark each direction I turn and I can hear their footsteps gaining on me. I run faster but something is weighing me down. I don't have time to worry, I just have to keep running. My legs are moving so fast but it doesn't seem to propel me further away from the angry footsteps that follow. A hand catches me by the back of my shirt, and I'm flung down to the ground. Everything changes around me and soon I'm looking into the black eyes of the three monsters my nightmares center around. Using knives Phil, Peter, and Renee begin to skin the flesh from my body, laughing while I scream in agony.

They won't let me die. Each time I think the darkness will swallow me one of them pulls me out.

I try to speak but my vocal cords have been slashed. Now, I cannot make a sound. Peter stands over me, his black hair in the shape of devil horns and he's laughing. Phil and Renee are laughing also...

They're all laughing at me.

The room suddenly shifts and it's the frightening face of Edward standing over me now. He's laughing at me and then out of nowhere Alice joins in, they're laughing at my pain. I try to scream but no one cares. No one will save me. My wrists and ankles are bound to the bed and the laughs grow louder. Tauting, mocking, full of hate and disgust. Edward is standing to my right and Alice is on my left. They have knives in their hands...They're here to finish what Renee, Phil and Peter started. They want to skin me alive!

"You stupid bitch! You're a disgrace. Why would you ever believe that I would care anything about you? I hate you. You disgust me." Edward speaks, but it's not his voice I hear. It's the deep menacing voice of Phil.

"You're worthless. You're nothing!" Alice's lips are moving but the voice belongs to Peter.

"What are you two waiting for? Finish her!" Renee is standing at the foot of the bed holding something in her arms. It's bundled tight in a white blanket. Her hair is shaped into devil horns and a menacing, toothy grin spread across her face.

"Look what I've got Bella, it's your baby." She moves the blanket from the baby's face. It's the most horrible thing I've ever seen. The baby is disfigured and bloody. It eyes are bloodshot red and there's a wide smile on its face, like it's enjoying watching me suffer.

I thrash around trying to scream to no avail. Edward rips my heart from my body and holds it in front of my face. "See, you really are a heartless bitch."

I open my eyes, frantically moving them around the room expecting to find all of them standing around my bed, however I'm alone. The sun is shining bright and I can hear the faint sound of birds chirping in the tree outside the window...Thank fuck it was just a dream.

A fucking nightmare that felt so real.

Heaving a sigh of relief I roll off of my side onto my back and stretch. The little one decided to stretch too and, wait for it…Yep! Now I have to piss. Rolling out of bed, which is about the only way I can get out of it nowadays, I hurry into the bathroom to do my duty. Once finished I wash my hands and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look like hell, well rested, but definitely not my usual self.

That fucking dream really shook me up. I've had these kinds of horrible nightmares for years but this one was worse because Edward was in it. He wanted to hurt me. His sister wanted to hurt me.

I splash cold water on my face to help calm me and take a few deep breaths before I have fucking a mental breakdown. Being locked up is starting to get to me. Is this what it's like in prison?

It's crazy how fast your life can change.

Just two days ago I was out in the world (downtown Seattle), doing my own thing (fucking and sucking), wishing I could lay in the coolness of an air conditioned room without a care in the world (in the fucking motel room from hell), and now look where I am.

Somewhere way outside of the city in a house with an asshole who decided he wanted to play Captain Save-A-Hoe.

He really expects me to believe that he brought me here under the pretense of helping me but all I can think about is what he'll do when he comes to his senses, because I really think he's a psycho, and realizes he's been lying to himself. I wonder when it will snap in his mind that this so called helping is really his need for something else.

No man in their right mind ever cared about me. As long as I'm on my knees with his dick in my mouth or on my back with my legs open, it doesn't matter how I feel.

I slip back into bed and settle against the headboard. The incident from last night suddenly rushing back all at once. I remember Alice staying with me until I fell asleep, stroking my hair lovingly and whispering words to calm me. She worked her little fairy magic because I slept all the way through the night for once. I woke up really early this morning around seven to see that Fuckward had made breakfast for me. I wasn't very hungry so I picked over it and then went back to sleep.

It's after two in the afternoon now, and if it weren't for that dream I would've slept longer.

I'm still pretty tired…

There's a quiet knock on the door and the douche slowly peeked his head in. His eyes land on me and he offers a soft smile as he moves into the room, holding a tray of food in his hands.

I watch him and try not to remember the evil Edward from my dream.

"I brought you some lunch. I hope it's okay."

I don't reply. My anger won't allow me to acknowledge him placing the food beside the bed, or him taking a seat in the chair he watches me from.

"Can I talk to you?" He asks.

He can talk all he wants, doesn't mean I have to listen.

We sit in silence for a beat. He's staring at me with a look so intense it threatened to melt my resolve.

What happened to keeping my composure?

"Bella-" he started, "I know you're unhappy here. My intentions are only to protect you from the dangers of the life you're living. You haven't told me very much about yourself but from what I've gathered you don't have anyone looking out for your well-being. I want to do that for you, but the only way that can happen is if you're here with me. I can give you whatever you want if you let me. Whatever you decide to do I will support you, if, and only if it's reasonable. Just, tell me what I have to do to make your stay here a little more comfortable."

Does he not already get it? I don't need his help. I've been taking care of myself on my own all of these years, the last thing I need is for some man to come along and treat me like an invalid just because I'm pregnant. There are thousands of girls just like me out there, what the fuck makes me so special?

"I'll never be comfortable here." I say.

"Can you tell me why?"

I narrow my eyes at him and automatically regret it.

Fuck, he's so beautiful…Beautiful and out of his fucking mind.

"Because, every time I look at you I don't see a savior, I don't feel safe and I don't like it here. What you're doing won't change who I am. If you want sex I can do that, I'm comfortable with that, but you taking care of me, wanting to help me with this...problem-" I take a deep breath," I don't know what you're expecting...But I'll stay."

Did I just say that?

Yep!

As much as I want to fight him on this right now I'm physically and emotionally tired of it all. He's shown in this small amount of time that he doesn't give up easily, even on my stubborn ass.

Fuck it. As they say, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, and right now this is out of my control. He wants to take me in like a charity case, well he's got me, for now. We'll call this a sort of surrender until I can figure out how to get away from him.

He can't know that part. It's a secret between us girls.

"I won't run away. I don't really have a place to go, but I do need to get my things from the motel room."

The look on his face…He's beaming from ear to ear. It's actually quite breathtaking to see him sitting there all stoic and beautiful with that bronze sex hair, and those perfect pearly whites. If I were wearing panties they would have melted by now.

"We can go by there after you eat." He says.

I can only nod because if I open my mouth, nasty things might come out.

"Just a heads up, my sister is probably going to inform my family that you're here."

I grin at the thought of Alice. "That little woman is a fucking ball of energy."

He chuckled and it had to be the sexiest sound I've ever heard. It's deep and masculine. Nothing girly about it, he's all man which makes me grin even wider. "She means well. Her energy level is through the roof and at times her mouth can be a little much."

"I think she's a bitch." I shrug.

Hell, aren't all women?

"If you think she's bad wait until you meet Rose." He ran those long fingers through his sex hair. I wish he would run them all over me.

My perverted, hormone riddled mind is in rare form today. I've never thought about a man so much in my life.

"Who's she?" I ask.

"My brother Emmett's wife. She's definitely...Something."

"Lucky me." I can handle a bitch pretty well, because I am one.

Edward sat forward in his seat, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together. His eyes scan my face and I begin to tingle. "Can you tell me a little about yourself, Bella?"

Aaanndd the tingles are gone.

Shit he wants to talk, like have a fucking Oprah heart to heart. I'm not doing that shit. The last thing I need is him telling me I need to see a shrink.

This can go two ways. He either asks a good question and we can get all chummy like two friends, or it goes the opposite and I have to tell him where to shove it. I have a pretty good inkling that this won't end well at all.

"...What do you want to know?" I hesitantly ask.

"Well," he started smoothing his hands over his jeans, "tell me about your family."

Wrong mother fucking question!

"I don't have one."

He looked confused. "Everyone has a family, even if it's not a good one."

If only his privileged ass knew what it was like to grow up feeling worthless while sick people fed off your vulnerability. He wouldn't know shit because he grew up in a huge mansion, surrounded by a loving mother and father and his siblings. He never had to go to school wearing the same clothes for a week because his dumb whore of a mother spent all the wash money buying drugs.

He wouldn't understand, so why does he want to know?

"Do we have to talk about this? I don't have a fucking family, leave it alone!"

"Alright I'm sorry if I offended you." He held up his hands in defeat.

Good!

Change the fucking subject asshole!

"I'd like to take you to the doctor."

Oh, this is definitely something I don't want to talk about.

"Why?"

"Seeing as you haven't been before, and you haven't been taking prenatal vitamins I'm concerned about the baby's health."

"There's no need for your concern, it's fine I'm telling you." I don't need to see a doctor to tell me what's going on inside. A thing is growing where it shouldn't be in the first place, and unfortunately fucking up my body and my hormones. What else do I need to know?

"You can't be sure of that Bella."

"The fucking thing moves around all the time like it owns my fucking uterus. Believe me, it's fine." I don't like feeling like a stuffed sausage. The bigger I grow I know it will only get more uncomfortable.

"You shouldn't call your baby a thing." He sighed.

"That's what it is."

"No, it's your baby, Bella. How can you be so...Detached?"

"We already had this conversation. I don't want it."

"Why?"

"Because!"

Geez he's so annoying!

"That's not a good reason and you know it." He accused.

What is this back and forth shit? Why can't he just take my word for it and leave me the hell alone!

"I never fucking wanted kids in the first place. If I had it my way I would've gotten an abortion but I didn't have the fucking money."

He bolted out of the chair. "That's horrible."

"What's it to you? I know what you think about me. I'm a whore who fucked some guy and now I'm having his baby, well that's the fucking truth. I barely even remember what he looks like..."

"I don't think that way about you, Bella. I don't know why you sell your body, but I don't think of you as a whore."

Excuse me?

"Why the hell not? I'm a fucking slut, that's all I'll ever be. This thing is a bastard because I was too fucking drunk to remember to put a condom on the guy's dick."

"STOP!" He yelled.

It scared me and in a flash I was on the other side of the bed clutching a pillow.

Yeah, like that will protect me.

He began pacing the floor, pulling at his hair which only made it look more out of control. "Stop talking about yourself like that Isabella! You have no idea how much it hurts to hear you saying those things. What you're doing is fucked up, yes, but there must be a reason behind your behavior. I'm here to listen if you want to talk about it."

"I don't WANT to talk about shit! My life isn't any of your concern!"

Keep talking like that Bella and you're going to make him snap. You don't want that.

"Why are you fighting me so hard? You haven't given this a chance to work out." He looks so sad. The anger that was once there is gone and now he's looking at me with those depressed looking green eyes.

I can't let him see me weak. I refuse.

"Fuck you, I don't want your help! How many times do I have to say it before it gets through that thick skull of yours! '..HERE!"

Do I need to do a song and dance to get my fucking point across?

He stepped back, lowering his head he let out a sigh and a groan followed. "I'm sorry you feel that way. Eat your lunch, I'll be back later. You should get some rest." He started for the door.

Oh no buddy you don't get to walk away from me!

"You can take this shit and shove it up your ass!" I chuck the plate at his back; unfortunately it missed and smashed into the wall just as he shut the door.

Why the hell did I do that?

I'm fucking starving.

Getting out of bed I move over to where I threw the plate to try and salvage what I could. I have terrible aim so most of the food was all over the floor amongst broken glass. I pick through what isn't all over the floor and throw the rest in the garbage. It was only a sandwich and some chips but I'm not a dog. I don't fucking eat shit off the ground no matter if it's a clean carpet or the fucking street.

I climb back into bed to attempt to sleep some more. My body has never had this much rest in the twelve years since Gran died. At her house, I didn't have to worry about who was waiting for me, like at Renee's.

I was eight when Gran sat me down and told me she was too sick to take care of me anymore. She'd had me since birth and she was the only mother I knew, so I begged her not to send me to Renee. I didn't really know her and on the few occasions we came into contact she hardly spoke or if she did it was to talk down to me. Gran told me I had no choice. She knew the kinds of things I would be exposed to staying in a house with my irresponsible mother; however I don't think she could ever fathom exactly what she was sending me into.

I don't blame Gran...She couldn't take care of me anymore. Cancer had taken up residence in her body. She knew that it was only a matter of time. I may have been living with Renee but I always made sure to visit Gran each day afterschool. Renee would pick me up from school and drop me right off there. That's about the only thing she was good for, just as long as I wasn't in her hair she didn't give a fuck about what I did.

A few months after my ninth birthday, I walked into Gran's house and couldn't find her. I searched each room downstairs and all the rooms on the second floor.

I finally found her. She was down in the basement, dead at the foot of the stairs. She was washing clothes and her body just gave out. That was my Gran, independent until the end.

...I see her lifeless eyes in my dreams a lot; even to this day they're as vivid as when I saw them for the first time.

I'd rather have dreams about my dead grandmother than dreams about my rotten mother and her pedophile of a boyfriend. I hope they're burning in hell.


A/N: So, Bella is still being stubborn. It's going to be that way for a while. She doesn't know Edward yet, but in time she'll start to open up more. Thanks for reading. Leave me those comments please! They make my day…