Hey everyone. Sorry for the longish wait for the chapter. Anyway here it is. Enjoy!!
EPOV
As I held Bella while she broke down I couldn't help but feel happy that she left me in to help her. Bella cried for nearly two hours straight then passed out from exhaustion. Slowly I placed her on the bed in the guest room, and then I went to get the results from my father.
"How bad is it Dad?" I asked quietly. He sighed deeply and put down the files he was reading.
"So far she has at least 2 fractured ribs and 1 broken. She has a sprained left wrist and a sprained right ankle. She has deep tissue scarring and bruising all around her body. As for the SAE (Sexual Assault Exam) it had to have been the worst I have ever given. She is deeply scarred and bruised around her vagina and cervix. With how badly her pelvis is bruised I'm surprised she can even stay awake with the amount of pain she must be going through at the moment.
From the x-rays that I took I could tell that nearly every bone in her arms and legs have been broken at some stage in her life. Nearly all her ribs have been broken or fractured at least twice each. She has dealt with the most extreme case of child abuse that I have even see in my career. She truly is a strong person to be able to continue on this long." With that I turned around to look out the window to hide the tears gathering in my eyes for Bella.
"How long do you think she has left?" I asked while afraid of the answer.
"Not long at all maybe a few weeks but probably two months at the longest before her body give in to the amount of pain it's in."
"How will we get her out of there Dad? I don't want to lose her. She is so beautiful, intelligent and talented. She shouldn't have to put up with this." I said with emotion soaking my voice.
"She has to want to get out there as well Edward. I know you want to protect her but you have to be careful as well. Many people who have been exposed to this kind of abuse don't deserve it. Many people who are going through abuse don't have the courage to speak out or even get help. So Bella coming to us for help is a big step for her. As long as she keeps coming to us to get checked up then we will be able to help her then eventually get her out of that house." My father said in a calming voice. I knew he was right. She would let us get her out of there as soon as she trusts me enough.
I walked back over to side of the couch and sat down beside her while stroking her hair to try and calm her in her restless sleep. I heard my mother come into the sitting room and sit down beside me.
"Is she going to be staying for dinner? I can put some on a plate for her." Mom said in a motherly voice.
With that I realised just how late it was.... 5.30pm. I was supposed to bring Bella back nearly an hour ago.
Quickly but gently I shook Bella awake.
"Bella, we have to get you home before your dad gets there. I will get my mom to get two plates ready so you won't have to cook." I said and while I was waiting for her to wake up properly I got the plates of food ready for Bella.
Within five minutes we were out in the car heading towards Bella's house. After I had dropped Bella off, I realised that she had left her bag in the back seat of the car. I turned back to drop off the bag and without checking if her father was home I knocked on the door to give I back. He answered the door and grabbed the bag with his eyes full of hate and malice. Without any exchange of words he shut the door and I was thoroughly scared of him and hated him at the same time. I left that house not knowing the pain and suffering that I caused Bella. Also what I didn't know was that I would not see her for another two and even then I was I bad circumstances.
BPOV
"I know you're here girl!" he bellowed angrily, his feet stampeding into the kitchen just as I was taking the food out of the microwave.
I put down the food on the counter knowing that I wouldn't get a chance to finish preparing it. There was nothing I could do now. He knew that I wasn't finished dinner, and apparently he was in another one of those moods – just my luck. I knew he knew that I wasn't finished dinner I could see the malicious look in his eyes. Panic bubbled inside me. I was so screwed.
I only had time to back away from the counter before he nearly crushed me into it in his rage. His beady half-closed eyes sought me out, finally landing on me in the corner pressed up against the wall. The anger practically jumped out of his eyeballs and latched onto me. With much determination, he crossed the room and one slap later I was already on the floor.
"Why is my dinner not finished?!" he growled standing over me forebodingly.
I knew better than to answer.
"Where were you after school? I managed to see you just in time being dropped off at the house by a boy – by a boy!" he screeched kicking me in the side. I felt my tender ribs move and break. I felt a tender cut break open along my hip bone from his steel-toed work boots. I grimaced not allowing myself to scream. "I thought I taught you better. I didn't teach you to be a whore and spend time alone with some boy!"
Yeah, you didn't teach me that, you taught me how to have zero self-esteem and wonder why I was even living in the first place. You taught me to hate myself for something I never even did. Yeah, thanks dad, you've taught me so much. I wish I had the guts to actually say that to him.
I waited too long to answer him, so he struck a blow to my stomach. This brought tears to my eyes. I clutched my stomach feeling the warmth of blood trickle through my shirt.
"Wanna know how I know you spent the day with him?" he yelled throwing my orange school bag at me hitting me square in the chest. "He dropped it off saying you left it in his car! I can't even explain how disgusted I am."
The worst part of this whole experience was that he wasn't even drunk – maybe a little buzzed but that was all. He always had these phases, per say, where all he wanted to do was beat the crap out of me. Normally these phases happened when he was drunk but from the smell of his breath I could tell that he wasn't even drunk.
"You will never see him again!" he roared hovering inches above my face. "I will see to it that you never do."
A malicious grin spread across his stubbly face; a new ferocity in his eyes that honest to God scared the hell out of me more than usual. As he stood there and threatened Edward I couldn't help but curl my fists up. He noticed this action and I received another blow to my chest. I doubled over in pain gasping for breath that wouldn't come.
"Now sit back and enjoy the ride." He said with rage and an evil edge in his voice
I cringed as he carelessly picked up my beaten and bloodied body. The last thing I remember was a devastatingly excruciating bash to the side of my face. A familiar blackness surrounded me yet it was different from the usual blackness that surrounded me.
During my time in the darkness I could feel myself being moved and placed on something soft. Every once in a while incoherent murmurs from the outside world creep to my ears. It's the first sounds I've heard in a really long time and although I don't understand what they are saying it makes me happy. First off because I know I'm not dead – well at least I hope I'm not. Second off because it means I'm finally waking up which I don't even know how long I've been out for, but it seems like it has been years.
I fall back asleep again; or rather I hear nothing from the outside world again for awhile. I'm dreaming of trails and paths. I chose a path but it always leads me to Edward or else my mother which I know means death. Suddenly all I want to do is be awake so I can write these thoughts down that are swirling through my head.
"Is she awake?" The first coherent words I hear ring through my head clear as day.
A couple moments later someone asks, "Can we wake her up?"
"No not yet. We need for her to be able to wake up on her own first?"
The voices were becoming fainter as time went by. Soon I was consumed with total darkness again.
EPOV
I knew that there was something wrong. Bella didn't come to school today. I knew something had gone terribly wrong after I dropped the bag off.
During lunch I called my dad telling him about the situation with Bella. He, like me, thought that something was seriously wrong.
I decided that after school I would go over to her house to check on her. When I got there nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
There lying on the ground in a pool of blood was a very bruised, naked and unconscious Bella. I heard the others coming out of the car when I yelled for them. I heard Alice and Rose gasp. I heard Alice pull out her phone and she started rapidly talking into the phone. I don't know how long I was standing there before I heard the sirens of the ambulance.
Little did I know at the time that I would hardly sleep for the next two months.
Well there it is. Hope you enjoyed it. Thank to everyone who review. I do have excuses as to why it took soo long
1) I had a fashion show to do
2) I went to Beyonce earlier this week