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BPOV
I lay on his chest taking everything in. This was his place. And he was showing it to me. Without hesitation. He's shown me so much, told me so much-I have to do the same. For him. For us. I breathe in his scent. I'm ready to tell him. Though my heart, it's pounding. Not just because I'm near him, because I'm about to tell him. Every last detail. Every single feeling. Every pleasure I've ever felt. Every tear I've ever shed. I can hear his heartbeat pounding fast too. I smile, closing my eyes. It's relaxing to me, his heartbeat I mean, and I feel that no matter what....He'll always be there. Because, he loves me. He hasn't said it out loud but I know. I know someday he will say it out loud to me. As soon as he is stitched back together by me. He's stitching me together so, I gotta fix him too. Somehow. "Okay," I sigh. "Here we go." I breathe in his scent again. Every cell jumps with joy at his scent. I have to stay calm though. "Well, after a couple of months after the whole striking me down thing...Jake...he was starting..to act different again."
It was a summer night and we were making out by a outdoor movie held by the community. We weren't paying attention, we were in the back of his car having such a good time. Then he started riding his hand up my thigh. I was wearing a mini skirt. I felt uncomfortable.
"Jake," I said pulling away. "I'm not ready yet."
"But I am." He said whining.
"But I'm not." I said. He sighed and was off of me. We sat there silent for a second.
"This is because of another guy," HE sighed in utter defeat.
"What?" I asked hugging him. I kissed his cheek. "I would never cheat on you."
"Isabella don't act so innocent," He said looking straight into my eyes. "I see you. Flirting with other boys."
"What?" I asked looking at him like he was crazy. "What are you smoking these days?" I ask.
"Don't play so dumb with me you little slut!" He yelled. I winced at the tone of his voice.
"We already been through this!" I yelled back. "I never cheated on you!"
"Yeah okay...Adan."
"He's just a friend!" I yelled.
"A straight friend."
"Why does it matter?" I asked. I was so fucking annoyed. We were silent for a second. "We can't build our relationship over distrust. What happened Jake? Why..all of the sudden do you not trust me anymore?" I whispered.
"Because.." He said taking my hair. "Your a fucking liar. And a whore!"
"Your scaring my Jake!" I yelled as he made me sink down to the ground.
"I better be..I'm afraid of loosing you," He punched me. "Every," another "Day," A punch in the gut. "Of," He flips me over. "My," He hits my back and flips me over again. "Life!" He hit me in the chest. I began crying. I couldn't breathe much. "And you won't tell anyone this happened," He said. "Because if you do, I'll fucking kill you, and your mom. Don't breakup with me either." I just wanted the pain to go away.
"Of course not," I whispered gaining my breath. "I love you too much to breakup with you." This continued for months.
He started controlling everything I did. Soon, I couldn't hang out with my friends. Especially any friends who were the opposite sex. One day one of my guy friends started talking to me in the hallway. "Isabella," He said. I tried to run but he grabbed my elbow and pulled me to the side. Adan. He was like a brother to me."What happened to your face?" He asked noticing the black eye I had gotten.
"N..n..no...nothing." I stuttered looking away.
"I know you, you can't lie to me."
"I said it was nothing." I whispered.
"Then what happened?" he asked. In looked at him and then the picture of a student holding a diploma.
"I uh..fell you know how clumsy I get in gym." I said quickly then laughed nervously.
"You fell in gym?" HE asked.
"Yeah, well I actually didn't fall as much as a basketball came in contact with my eye." I said laughing nervously again. "I swear it wasn't there then it suddenly fell right on my eye." I said. "It's almost better see?" I touched the black eye and winced. "Okay, it has some more time to heal."
He chuckled. "I haven't seen you lately, you kind of...shut off."
"Well...I'm a little busy."
"You don't smile anymore." He said. "I'm worried a little. You used to always smile, and then after a couple of months.....when you started dating Jake.....bruises started appearing. And you stopped smiling. You haven't hung out with your friends in a while. We are all worried. All worried about you." Tears swelled in my eyes. I hugged him.
"Adan!" I cried. "I can't tell you! Okay? I just..I can't!" I ran away to the girl's bathroom. I cried in there. He saw right through me. They all did. He was not the only one who came up to me that day questioning me and Jake's relationship. My English teacher, Mrs. Kite came up to me. We've always been close.
"Isabella," She began. "Have a seat." I did. "How are you?" She asked smiling warmly, she sat down at her desk.
"Very well thank-you." I said smiling back. It was a fake smile. "How are you?"
"Worried. About you." She said. "Your grades have been dropping dramatically in this class. You haven't been smiling. I miss your bright smile."
"I'm smiling right now Mrs. Kite."
"No, no your not." She said. "You know you can come talk to me...did you know before I met my husband I was abused by my boyfriend?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"Oh my gosh!" I faked it. I didn't actually feel surprised at all. And she knew it.
"So if you..ever need to talk..come to me." I didn't though. The warning's were there. To dump Jake I mean. I never really thought it would affect my family either.
That afternoon, after school I got a call on my cell phone. I just got grounded too, I was on my computer too late. The cell was ringing: Facedown By: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. It was Jake's song. I answered.
"Hello?" I groaned.
"I'm coming to meet you." He said.
"You can't. I'm grounded."
"Why?"
"My stupid mother found out about my night conversations with you." We were speaking dirty over the internet.
"Oh....bitch." He said. "Okay....well...see you in a bit."
"Jake I just said you can't come over."
"Don't worry Baby. I'll make your pain in the ass parents and step dad see our side."
"What's that supposed to mean Jake?" I asked a little scared. Damn warning bells were ringing noisily in my ears.
"Gotta go by love ya."
"Uh-huh." I didn't. I hated him. I heard Charlie's voice downstairs. I didn't get off my bed.
"Hey Charlie!" Jake's voice.
"Hiya Jake! How's Billy doin' these days?" Jake? The voice goes silent. All of them. I hear a muffled scream from my mother then silence. Ten minutes later, I hear footsteps creeping upstairs.
A knock on my door. I opened it to see Jake. With a blindfold in his hand. "I have a surprise for you. Turn." He orders. I do, not wanting to anger him. He leads me downstairs and takes the blindfold off. The first thing I notice is the sun streaming in. Children yelling with joy. So innocent. And children playing. Then I see my mother laying down, eyes closed, hands tied behind her back. To the left of her is Charlie. To the right, Phil. "Let's play a game shall we?" He asks . "Which one should die first?" "I just want to play. Ennie mini minie moe-"
"What are you doing!" I yelled.
"Okay, Phil then." He said lifting up his knife. A long jagged blade. With a golden handle to it. Where did he get it. I watched as he hit Phil repeatedly with the blade. Phil woke up.
"Ah!" Phil screamed as Jake twisted the blade and then he pulled it out just as quickly. Phil died instantly.
"Which one next?" He said laughing. Shaking. Like a mad person. I couldn't say anything."Your right Charlie should die next. I'll make it quicker for him. He won't feel a thing." My legs started buckling. Why couldn't I stop Jake as he killed my own father. Twisting the blade and pulling it out without hesitation. Charlie never woke up. "I wonder how blood tastes." He said licking a little off the blade. My legs collapsed. "It actually isn't that bad.." He shrugs licking more off of it. My mother wakes up. I watch as she looks around. She screams.
"Mom?" I gasp.
"Isabella! What's going on!" She cries.
"Sh, sh, sh Mrs. Dwyer." Jake said cooing her. "It'll be quicker if you don't squirm." My mother looks from him to me in panic.
"Isabella help me! Go get the phone." I watch as Jake kills my mother too. "Ah!" She screamed. He twisted the blade. "I love you," She said before he pulled the blade out. Making Phil's, Charlie's, and her blood mix together. Seeping towards me. I crawled to her body.
"Mom! Mom! No Mom wake up! Wake up!" I cried. "Jake what...They're dead?" I said shocked as the horrible realization went off like a light bulb.
"That's right, they're dead." Jake said laughing coldly.
"Why! What did you do?" I yelled touching my mother's blood.
"We're finally free of them!" He says in a hollow shaky voice.
"What? No, you'll die. You'll go to prison and-"
"No, no I won't." He says.
"How! You-"
"Because, you...won't...tell them." He pushes me on the floor. "Right?"
I started crying. "Why!" I screamed.
"Sh.." He says putting the knife near me.
"Ah!" I yell. He kisses me to muffle my scream. He pulls apart. "Please..please..don't."
"Shut up." He says. "This is your fault. I did this for you! So we could be alone! And this is how you repay me?" He ripped my shirt. "By acting like a bitch?" He yanked off my clothing. Yanked of his.
"Stop! Stop it!"
"Shut up! You want the police coming in here? Destroying our moment of victory?"
"Victory! Stop it! Get away from me!" He went inside me. I screamed because it hurt. I tried to fight against him. He covered my mouth. I was naked and my parent's, Phil's blood was circling around me. They're pale bodies becoming a white blur. I began crying. I looked into his blank, emotionless, smiling, nonchalant eyes. They scared me even more. They were dark and evil. Not like the Jake that actually loved me. No..this was a monster.
"The pain will end soon." Jake cooed but it didn't. He got more violent with my body and the pain got worse. "Ah!" He yelled. Why is he screaming. "Isabella!" He stopped raping me for a minute and kissed my neck putting the knife on my collar bone and cutting my collar bone. The skin peeled off making a big gash. It bled.
"Ah!" I screamed louder. He kissed and licked the gash,
"That..That is my mark." He said. He got off of me. He got dressed. I lied there. Going numb. The I went into a circle. I was covered in blood. Not just any other blood. The people I truly loved bled out and was washing Jake off of me. I wanted to take a shower. Wash everything off. I couldn't move though. I cried.
"I love you so much." Jake said after ten minutes I finally regained my voice.
"I hate you!"
"It's not over yet. You're coming with me." I was mortified. Scared. I didn't want him to come near me.
"POLICE!" Jake took my clothes.
"Sorry Honey, gotta go! I'll be back for you though!" He ran away.
"Follow him!" A woman with blazing red hair screamed. They tried but Jake got into his car and lost them.
"Jesus Christ," Victoria said gasping and looking at my naked skin. No, not another person. I cried louder. It's okay...it's alright...it's over." Victoria said wrapping me with a scratchy blanket.
"It's over.." I whispered. "It's over." I was staring at my mother's, my father's, Phil's blood. At their bodies.
"Let's get you washed up." Victoria whispered helping me up. It was like I was a robot. I mechanically went outside. Before I could glance at the reporters, the people looking around, I was in the car. Victoria's car. "My name is Victoria and I am an FBI agent. No need to be worried." She whispered pulling away from the driveway. We drove to her hotel room and she started the shower for me. I went in and let the water wash the blood off. I had so much taken away from me.
Love.
My feelings.
My virginity.
My innocence.
My inner strength.
Basically...Myself.
One person took away Myself.
From me. I couldn't grasp why would someone do that. To someone they said they loved.
I pulled my legs to my chin and started rocking back and forth. I hid my eyes. I tried closing them but all I saw was Jake. And his dark evil eyes. Sweating. And yelling my name. Moaning it in my ear. It made me disgusted with the name: Isabella. I began hating...myself. I shampooed my hair and washed the blood off of me. But when I looked at my flesh...I saw more blood. More and more of it. Surrounding the whole bathroom. And no mater how hard I tried, I just..couldn't scrub it off. The door opened and I screamed.
"It's okay...what's your name?" Victoria asked.
"Isabella..no just call me Bella." I whispered.
"Oh, there are clothes out here for you. Sorry if they're a tad big. Your so short." She left. I now noticed the water was becoming cold and shut it off. I opened the curtain. And saw Jake standing there with a knife in his hand. I couldn't scream. And then I blinked. He went away. I got dressed in a blue shirt and some Capri's that could have passed off as pants for me. I opened the door. My brain foggy. Like I was trying to forget something.
"I have to bring you in for questioning," Victoria said. "We have to go out one more time, put on my sandals." She said pointing to the flip flops. I did and we left to the police department. I was sitting in the interrogation room before I knew it. I was staring at a fly landing on the table and cleaning itself. Victoria and another person came in. His name was Laurent. They sat across from me.
"Hello, Isabella?" Laurent asked.
"Just Bella." I mumbled.
"Okay then we have to ask you a couple of questions." Laurent said,
"Let's start off with the murderer." Victoria said. "We have a license plate number, and we all got a pretty good look at him but...do you know him personally?"
I nodded. "He was my b..b..boyfriend."
"Your boyfriend?" I nodded at Laurent's question-biting my lip.
"His name was Jacob Black. But I called him Jake. A couple of months ago.........he became..abusive." Feelings start flooding out and I start crying. "It's all my fault. I should have broken up with him. It's my fault my parent's are dead. He told me if I ever broke it off with him or if I told anyone he would kill me. I should have gone to the police....I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry!" I cried.
"What were his motives?" Victoria asked gently.
"Me. He wanted to spend time with me..He killed my parent's and stepfather and then rapped me! I couldn't do anything! Maybe if I did-"
"He rapped you?" Laurent asked. I nodded. "We will have to run some tests. For now please identify these photographs." He places three photographs in front of me. I picked up my mother's dead body.
"This is Reene Dwyer. My mother." I whispered. I picked up my father's photograph."This is Charlie Swan, my biological father. And this," I pick up Phil's photograph. "Is my stepfather, Phil Dwyer." I place them like they were, the photographs fitting together making a scene like a puzzle. "I don't know where he go the knife..I don't even think he took it with him....but he stabbed each one in the gut, twisted the knife, and then pulled it out." I mumbled.
"Thank-you. Please come with us." Victoria said. I went and they took pictures of the bruises Jake gave to me. And then took his semen from me. I threw up when I knew there was semen from him. On me. I fell asleep and the next morning I woke up in the police office. I forgot everything.
"Why am I here?" I asked Victoria.
"You don't remember?" I shook my head. It was called: "Post Traumatic Stress" but a form of it. Forgetting everything. The brain blocks memories from you to make you heal. Or some odd shit like that. As Victoria explained, memories flooded back in. The phone rang and Victoria picked it up.
"This is the police-....Oh..get the tracker on!" Victoria whispered. "I'm sorry who? She's not available." I heard the last part:
"Well tell Isabella Swan that her boyfriend is coming soon to get her." It was Jake's yelling voice. I winced and began to feel a lump rising up in my throat. It turned out he was calling from a payphone. We couldn't understand why the tracker picked up five different locations. We had a meeting about me.
"There is no other option!" Victoria exclaimed. "The Witness Protection Program is the only way to protect this child! The killer knows her a Isabella Swan. We could change it to Bella Swan. Move her to a discrete location..a place where the killer would never expect to find her. And I have the perfect place. And the perfect family."
"Oh do tell us." Laurent said sarcastically.
"Forks, Washington." Victoria said. "And the one's to look after her will be the Cullen family. No one needs to know where she lives. And my husband would be close by. Dr. Carlisle served in the military force to know the proper action for this sort of thing."
"Where you and your husband lives?" The head guy asked.
"Yes." Victoria nodded.
"Get Carlilse on the phone now." Laurent said. They did and talked to him. I was to see a photograph of him before boarding the plane and then I came to the Cullen's house. I met Edward. And you know the rest.
"The End." I say realizing I am crying. Silently crying.
EPOV
Holy Shit God just shit. My Bella has a dark past. And she lost her virginity. To a total asshole who rapped her in front of her dead parents. Then told her he still loved her. And she told me this. The only thing crossing my mind is:
I'M GOING TO RIP THAT FUCKING MUTT'S FACE OFF AND THEN CUT HIS DICK OFF AND MAKE HIM SWALLOW IT. Ew.
He deserves worse.
"I remember thinking: She's not dead. They are not dead. And then I made up my mind. No matter what-I would never ever let anyone adopt me and try to replace my broken family." She whispered. I lifted her face. It was not raining. Just snowing. And it's sticking to the ground lightly, crushing on Bella's lovely hair.
"Never leave me." I whisper kissing her. I know it's not a good time and I taste her tears. She kisses me back though. She runs her fingers through my hair. And there is a certain innocence buried in her lips. And I taste it. I want more of it but I don't. I don't want to hurt her. She opens her mouth I open mine and we welcome each other. Her warm body embracing me, me embracing her. I run my fingers through her soft hair, tangling it. She pulls away gasping for breath. Then she jumps back in. And then we both pull apart. Gasping for air. Seeing our breath intertwining with each other. She shivers. She must be cold. "I made a new song. You want to hear it?" I ask.
"Yes." She says gasping for air. My throat begins to hurt because of the coldness in the air. We walk slowly together. Going home. We enter the house, it's dark, everyone's asleep, Carlisle's in the ER. We creep upstairs. She goes and changes into her pajamas while I do too. She comes out, I told her everything and I feel partly naked. Like a band-aid was ripped off my skin. I can't imagine how she feel right now. She hopes in bed. "I'm ready." She whispers putting a blanket over her aching red eyes. I start playing Bella's Lullaby. She falls asleep instantly. I look at her and see her smiling. I smile in response and crawl in bed also. I turn off the light.
"Bella." I whisper getting under the blankets. "Are you truly okay? Do you think it's okay to love me?" I touch her cheek. "Do you think it's okay for me to love you?" As if to answer me she sighed and smiled. I smiled back and fell asleep.
BPOV
I'm running. In a forest. I'm trying to run away from something.
"Adopt you?" Esme's Voice
"I'm coming for you." Jake's voice
"Don't run away from me!" Edward's voice. I stop and look at them all staring at me. Esme, Carlisle, Jasper, Alice, Rose, Emmett, Jake....My dead parents and Phil. They still look dead. Then I'm surrounded by walls. White walls. I hear a part of a song by a group called Paramore.
"I'm sitting in a room, made up of big white walls and in the halls there are people looking through the window in the door they know exactly what we're here for. Don't look up just let them think there's no place else you'd rather be..Your always on display for everyone and learn from don't you know? You can't turn back. Because, this road is all you'll ever have!" I do not obey the song and look up. My eyes widen as I see blood gushing towards me.
"Ah!" I yell crying as the blood hits my white skin. I float on the blood until the blood rises that it hits the ceiling. I can't go anywhere. I sink blood rushing inside my mouth. I choke on it. I hand reaches in and pulls me out. I see Edward's face. He's pale. And smells gross.
"Bella," He chokes. "Why..why did you kill me?" What? I look down from his face to his stomach. My hand on his wound. "You killed me." He whispers. "And I loved you."
I gasp and open my eyes. Coughing. I run into the bathroom and throw up. What's wrong with me? My stomach hurts. Oh my God it hurts so much. IT feels like something...something's inside of it. I gasp again. How many days has it been since...? Oh my God. I touch my stomach and whimper. "No." I cry. "No!"
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