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Chapter Fourteen: That Was A Close One.

I yanked my hand forcefully out of Alice's; not wanting to see anymore of the vision. Sometimes seeing a person's memories could be extremeley helpful and comforting, but not in this case. I had just witnessed my own death through the memory of Alice's vision. Her expression was so frightening, I almost started to cower.

Her topaz eyes were solid and impenetrable, frozen pools of gold- Just like Edward's when he left me. I winced as I saw them, afraid she'd suddenly say the words Edward had said.

"That's what I see happening tonight, so don't lie to me, Bella. You're not seeing Jacob at all!" Alice snarled, grabbing the sleeve of my shirt and tugging on it hard, just so I'd look her in the eyes. I kept my gaze away from her, embarrassed that I was caught out.

"Get in the car, I'm taking you to my house and I'm telling everyone what I just saw. How selfish can you be, Bella?! How could you take yourself away from us?" Alice seethed, pushing me towards the passenger's side of the car. Her harsh words hurt more than she would notice, burnt me like acid.

"I could say the same for you or don't you remember taking yourselves away from me?" I asked curtly. I may of looked calm from the outside but inside, I was a burning man. Self loathing started to swallow me, consume everything I was. I hated myself. I hated what could of possibly happened. I hated what I just said.

Alice flinched slightly, her eyes losing there harshness, her perfect face dropping into a grimace. I scowled, angry at myself- angry for making Alice upset. Angry for not being able to do anything right.

"I'm so sorry B-" She began, but I put my hand up, not wanting to hear her apologies- she owed me nothing.

"Forget it. I deserved that." I stated, opening the car door and sinking into the passenger seat; hatred for myself growing. I slammed the door shut, trying to keep my emotions under control. Alice slid into the driver's seat beside me, starting the engine and drifting out of the parking lot. The ride was silent, her eyes flitting to me every three seconds, her gaze was anxious and guilty, like she'd done something wrong.

"Please say something Bella, I'm so worried." Alice pleaded, her voice high pitched with anxiety. I didn't want her to feel that way, but I had nothing to say. My mouth remained shut, sealed from any words.

I just stared out of the window, finding faults in myself. My inability to be a good daughter, the fact I was a poor excuse for a girlfriend- Edward deserved better. They all did. Tears sprung to my eyes as I continued to watch the passing traffic. Alice turned up the Cullen's makeshift drive, leading to their house. The house was perfect as usual. Just like the Cullens. Unlike me. Self hatred overcome me again and I allowed it. I deserved it.

Alice stepped out of the car; gnawing on her bottom lip frantically, thinking about something. I sighed as slid out of the car, the sound of door slamming echoeing around the empty driveway. Alice lead the way, opening the front door. I followed behind, shutting the door gently as I took another step into the Cullen's house. Somewhere I didn't belong. The hatred for myself began to eat away at me, but I let it. I made my way slowly into the living room, prolonging the moment of being on my own.

A sudden force slammed into me, throwing my balance off. I staggered back, but the force threw itself into me again; knocking me down to the floor. My wrists were pinned to the floor and I struggled violently against the grip. I suddenly stopped, my breath catching in my throat. Was this Victoria? Had she come for me? Had she killed the Cullens? That thought was enough to snap me out of it and I clenched my fists tightly, trying to wriggle out of the iron grips that held my wrists to the floor. My legs were suddenly held down by their knees, pinned under their weight. I wrestled wildly against them, trying to find away out, trying to find away from their grip. But they were stronger than me, it was no use.

I stopped struggling, my thoughts suddenly elsewhere. Charlie. It reminded me so much of Charlie.. The way he would hold my wrists so tightly that I cried, held my legs down so harshly that they broke. My breaths were ragged and uneven; as I recalled his beatings. I flinched away from them, shutting my eyes tightly, trying to seek refuge from my memories. But it was no use. I was already in too deep.

"No wonder Edward never wanted you, Isabella! Have you seen the state of yourself?! I don't blame him for leaving- if I had the choice, I would sure as hell, take it!" Charlie sneered, taking a deep gulp from the bottle in his hand. I wasn't sure what was in it. Beer? Vodka? Who knew.. Either way, it made him violent. I bit my lip, my legs trembling fiercely underneath me. I tried to control it, but I was too frightened. Too scared of my own father..

"Well don't just stand there, get me another drink!" Charlie roared, his hand wrapping tightly around my wrists, pain pulsing through them. I begged. I pleaded. I was deseperate for him to let go. My wrists were so thin and bony; that I was afraid he would break them. I was well aware that I was skinner than before- without him, I had no desire to eat. Aswell, at the fact that Charlie would starve me for days on end.

I could hear someone calling my name, but it sounded distant. The voice was panicky and anxious, I could even hear the ragged breaths of the person that had me pinned down.

Was it Victoria?

AN: So! Do you like the twist? Who do you think has her pinned down? Hope you feel like I've done this chapter justice- Review, it means the world. Even if it is a few words!