"Are you sure, Bella," Jacob questioned, as we were parked in front of the Cullen's house, picking my truck up.
"I'm as sure as I can be that this is the only way," I stated, smiling sadly at him. "I'm just glad that this would be my last time."
"We're glad too," Angela smiled at me as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Bella, remember, if you think that it's too dangerous—"
"Try and get away; I know, Edward, you kept saying it on the way here. I think I've got it memorized by now." He wrapped his arms around me, and I clung to him, worried that James might take it too far before they were to get there.
"Just remember, Bells, that you only have to wait ten minutes," Jacob reminded me, and I nodded, knowing the plan.
"Be safe," Edward whispered and I nodded, before I let go.
"Alright," I sighed as I walked towards my truck. "Here goes nothing." I got in slowly, knowing that I didn't want to leave, even though I had to for the right cause. I smiled sadly at the group before I started driving off, trying to get there as fast as I could. The sooner it started, the sooner we could get the evidence to convict him. It felt like a long time before I drove into the driveway to find that his car was there. I knew that I had only driven for three minutes, tops.
"Bella," Victoria stated as she came outside. "We were all worried about you." I knew that she was the only one.
"I'm fine now," I smiled at her. "It's just that I didn't feel too good, so I just stayed in the truck all day. I'm better now though."
"That's good," she stated as she ushered me into the house. She went in first, and I entered after her. The door closed behind me, but I wasn't the one that shut it. I turned to see James, standing behind the door.
"Bella, Bella, Bella," James ticked as he locked the doors, making sure that no one would enter if they were to hear my screams, just like every time. "What have I told you?"
"I'm not sure, Uncle James," I stated, lowering my head as to not look at him. I felt his first hit, a punch to the cheek. I fell down immediately.
"I had told you to never associate with those damn kids ever again! And what do you do? You go with them," he yelled, kicking me in the side at the end of every sentence.
"I'm sorry, Uncle James," I hissed through the pain. "You were right; all they are is trouble."
"See," he growled as he punched in the stomach after he had pulled me up. "What I say is always true!"
"Yes, Uncle James."
"But, as for your punishment, I don't think that you're going to get away with this anymore. You see, you are just like my goddamned sister, your mother. She always did believe that she had the perfect life, with the perfect family with the perfect husband who had the perfect job, and I killed it. I killed that bloody asshole that was your father and your bitchy mother. And I have never regretted it since.
"You killed my parents," I gasped, finally realizing why their death had come so much of a shock to me. They had been murdered, and I had been living with the murderer for most of my life!
"Yes," he smiled evilly. "And I am going to do the same with you." I quickly scrambled up as he had walked into the kitchen, probably to get a knife, and I made my way towards the backdoor, finding it was locked. I tried unlocking it, but I saw that he had used a lock that I didn't have a key to. I decided to change my path then, and I made my way up the stairs, trying to get to my bedroom. Once I made it in there, I quickly locked the door, and I made my way towards the window, to find that it had been nailed shut.
"Dammit," I screamed in frustration, as I took the hammer that I found on my bed, and I started hammering my window open, looking back to see that the knob was starting to turn. I quickly tried to get all of the glass out of there, and then when I was making my way out of the window, I felt a hand grab my ankle and pull me back in. I screamed, and I was glad to notice Jacob's car speeding towards the house with Edward's Volvo and Emmett's Jeep right behind him. "HELP ME!"
"Shut up, bitch," James yelled, as he pushed my face once more before he brought the knife up. Soon he brought it down, and there was a chorus of yells.
"BELLA!"