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Previously

"Please help."

Chapter 14

Bella POV

I did it; I had told this person that I had known for a little more than a week. I had opened up to someone for the first time in four years. He knew everything. I know that I can trust him, I just have this feeling deep inside and this feels so right. Whenever I'm around Edward, everything feels right and like it will be okay. For once in my crappy life, through all the crap that I had suffered, it just…melts away.

But at this very moment in time, I had to face the consequences of my actions.

I had punched Phil so damn hard just to save Tay.

I had spilled everything to Edward in order to save my sanity, save Tay…save myself.

This was so not going to end well. I knew that punching Phil was the worse mistake that I could have ever made but I did it to save my little brother and if saving Tay was the cause of me punching Phil, I would do it any day if I had to. Tay was my brother and it was my duty to protect him, so I would take every punch that was deserved for him everyday and I would punch Phil right back everyday, he deserves it.

Telling Edward was the right thing to do…defiantly not a mistake. After I had told him, I felt a better release than any knife could have brought and for that reason, and that reason only, I would tell him my entire lives story and I knew Edward would never tell a soul because he is just Edward. I know that he has his own secrets but I get the feeling that his secret is as mine was…or maybe bigger. The way that his skin is ice cold, he and his whole family disappear on sunny days, they way that his eyes change colour…whatever his secret may be, I was going to find out and I would keep it secret, just like he would keep mine.

I felt so good with what I had done, but this was not good in other people's eyes. Such as Phil's eyes. Everything I did was wrong, so that wouldn't change. But I had told, and now, I would pay.

Telling on what was happening, there will be blood and I'm thinking a lot of blood. Phil likes blood. He knows it makes me feel nauseous, it make him feel in control and like he is king. Who know what he does to me as soon as I pass out.

I was currently walking down the street, holding Tay who was still wrapped in the blanket that Edward had offered us. I had lied to him, telling him that Phil had gone away for the week and that the house was empty so there was no reason for me not to go home. The rain had still not passed and my clothes were soaked through. Edward had asked if I wanted a lift home and I had gratefully said no, I didn't want him to know where I lived. He probably thought that I was ashamed or something like that.

We had a semi-decent house, although the paint was chipping but it wasn't very homey. People could walk past this house and think it was deserted, except for the times that the screaming and shouting. This is why I never told people where I live, and mainly because I had a hard time trusting people.

I had a good reason for not trusting people. Everyone that I have trusted has always let me down. I wouldn't be surprised if Edward and his family took off soon and didn't come back. He didn't seem to take the truth as bad as I thought he would, I thought that he would run away, screaming for help but he didn't so that was a good thing but what I had told him had sent into over-protective mode, which I hate. I'm so used to being thrown to the side and coping on my own.

As we approached the front door and I just stared at the door as I walked slowly. Slowly towards my fate. I really didn't want to walk into that house but what other choice did I have? I couldn't run, I had no where to go. I wished for a better life.

I slowly opened the front door and looked around fearfully. Phil had awoken and had been on a rampage by the looks of it. The entire hallway was covered with beer bottles, beer cans, cigarette butts and dried blood which more blood was surely going to be added to. This was not going to run smoothly.

I slowly edged forward and saw Phil sitting watching TV with another beer in his hand and a nice black eye. His facial features looked murderously angry. I took my chances and flew past the living room door and up the stairs into Tay's room and set him in his crib, gently tucking him in. I set my bag on the floor and placed some food in Tay's crib in case he got hungry later on.

I walked out him out his bedroom and straight into a brick wall. Except it wasn't a brick wall, it was Phil. I stumbled backwards but then a tight grip was on my shoulder, unable to move. I then slammed against the wall. Tears spilled down my cheeks.

"Going somewhere?" he asked me, glaring at my eyes. I tried to wriggle out of my grasp but he was so strong. I was trapped, this was it, this may be the end is Isabella Swan.

Phil placed his arm across my neck and leaned into my face, forcing him to face him.

"Don't you ever, ever hit me again, you little bitch!" he screamed into my face, the spit from his mouth hitting me. He increased the strength that he was putting on my throat, breathing became harder and harder and my surroundings started to spin. I attempted to nod and hoping that that would be it, but as usual, I was ever so wrong.

I felt Phil fist slam straight into my stomach, promptly knocking the wind out of me and I slid to the ground. I was attempting to get oxygen back into my system when I felt a fist slam into my face, then again and again. Collapsed on the floor, lying in a pool of my own blood, being repeatedly kicked, punched, and trod on, my surroundings became blurry and then quickly blackened. My last thoughts were of Tay. Images of him giggling, smiling, his first words and Edward, the day he arrived, the days he made me smile flashed through my mind until all became dark…

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