I OWN NOTHING TWILIGHT!

A/N: So this chapter hit me like a ton of bricks this morning! I hope you all enjoy it. I know that some of you did not like the whole Bella POV half way through Edward's story. So I decided to just start here. I make no promises on how many Bella POV's I will do throughout the story seeming it is mainly from Edward's Point of view. I do however promise to give you a Bella POV on how she managed to escape her hellish prison...but that isn't for a while so calm yourselves people!

*Slight mentions of abuse in this chapter. Nothing to graphic or offensive.

Chapter 28 – Bella Point Of View

After Edward had crashed through the bedroom door, with panic written in every line of his features, his eyes screamed with fear; why this was I will never know. I do not know why he would feel fear for me, maybe it was because he is full vampire and I am only half? I was unsure...but I let it go. Seeing him streak towards me in a blur of white and bronze, made me feel safe—especially when he was close to me, talking to me or holding my hand. And he wasted no time at all scooping me up into his arms to cradle me close to him, his icy sweet scent filling my nostrils and his frigid body temperature was oddly comforting.

Try as I might to fight off the dark memories and tainted dreams, they still barrelled forward, assaulting me with horrible scenes from my past.

'Why Isabella? Why must you be so damned weak? You stupid worthless half breed, why did I even bother wasting my time creating you? Picking out your dead mother—the mother you killed—took decades and restraint you will never know!'

"Hush angel..." Edward's hushed words had little effect on me. I was still trapped in the memories of my tortured past. I could feel his stone arms grip me tighter, holding me to him protectively, trying to squeeze out all of my bad memories and replace them with his touch, his voice...his everything.

A backhand to my face, made me see stars and my vision go black for a few moments, trying to blink furiously to ease the panic that this time...maybe this time he had rendered me blind by all the damage he was inflicting on me. It was one of my deepest unspoken fears—going blind. If he knew that my sight was to be taken from me, god only knows what he would do to me.

'Stop crying for fuck sakes! You should know that crying doesn't get anywhere in life...unless you count on me putting you in your place! Maybe a good week of starvation will remind you how pathetic you are!' He reached across the small space of the broken down home we were currently housed in and roughly grabbed a hand full of my hair, sending waves of pain though every strand of hair, my scalp silently screamed in agony as failed words of protest failed to rise to my throat. Using the rope that he had brought home only two nights ago, he bound my wrists so tightly that I could feel the harsh material biting into my skin, causing my skin to break. I now knew escape was impossible.

"Please don't cry angel, I can't bear to see you cry," Edward's voice sounded pained. Wounded even. His pleas only made me cry harder, deep sobs ripped from my chest, my tears collecting into a puddle on his shirt; he made no protest to stop staining his shirt with my tears. It hurt him to see me cry, and that thought only made me feel worse for crying.

The thundering booms and flashes of lightening, didn't help ease my fears, for when storms came he got worse...he hated storms. He hated them so much he would inflict as much pain on me as he possibly could without killing me or draining my body of blood to keep me weak—yet barley alive.

A kick to the gut sucked out every breath in my lungs, my ribs and insides shrieked in pain, a punch to the chest had my chest radiating with agony, and what little air I had managed to gather in my lungs had been forced out; my eyes darkened and with bittersweet relief I lost consciousness. Only to be woken up by a drenching bucket of icy cold water. Would this torture never end?

"Your Edward is here!" Edward tried in vain again to try and soothe me. I had never been so grateful to have someone here with me, holding me, protecting me, comforting me, and telling me everything was going to be alright. His promise to take care of me touched me in a way that felt so very foreign to me; I was not used to someone—anyone—taking care of me.

Still bound, my wrists burned against the icy water, I was freezing, shivering in stormy night air. 'I know what will cure your shivering.' He told me with a threatening promise in his voice and a dark gleam in his bright crimson eyes. Yanking my still bound wrists roughly in his massive stone hands he moved me into one of the other rooms; a room even smaller than one we had just come from. He used another rope, to tie my bound hands to a metal post sticking out of the ground; the roof had a gaping hole and the icy rain pored through into the house, filling the dingy rotting wooden floorboards with water.

'Please...don't leave me here!' I begged as he turned to leave me sitting in the freezing rain.

He turned to face me so quickly that I barely caught the movement, in my weakened state and rained filled eyes. 'Did you just have the audacity to beg me to stop?' His hands were around my throat before I could process that he had crossed the space between us. 'How dare you speak to me in such a manner? Did your last punishment teach you nothing? It seems that I have been too soft on you.' He growled as my eyes filled with dancing dots and plumes of white light. Thankfully his hands released my throat, my lungs trying to grab as much oxygen as they could possibly hold and my vision, slowly returned to me. But the pain did not end their—it never ended...not ever.

Before I knew what was happening, fierce blows landed on every part of my body at once, it seemed, his hand and feet a blur of motion as every square inch of my body was inflicted with his abuse on me. I couldn't breathe, I didn't have a hope to fight back, I had nothing...all I had was time; time that never seemed to be on my side. Time that would never cease to be and time that would never end of either of us. For we were both cursed with being immortal creatures; never to fully live and never to fully die.

"I am so proud of you angel," Edward's more than welcome voice to starve off my horrific memories voiced to me just as soothingly as before; his continued rocking ministrations were still being put to effort but failing miserably. How I wish he wouldn't try so hard! "You used your words... and that makes me so happy, love. So happy that it is impossible to describe to you; can you use more of your words angel? Tell me why the storm is frightening so badly."

'No'! My mind protested; it was bad enough they knew my secret. 'It is not the storm that frightens me so badly Edward,' my mind shrieked out. 'He hates the storms. And I am punished because of it; pain always so much pain. Do not ask me to speak any more, please Edward please, do not ask me again.'

Seeming he was getting no response from me, he turned to silence, and when the silence became too much, a different sound emanated from him, a low gentle vibration in his chest startled me. When I looked up to see his face, his nose was buried in my hair, his eyes closed and the peaceful expression of his face made him look like even more of an angel than the one that had saved me that night. A night that seemed like a lifetime ago. His eyes snapped open quickly when he realized what he had done, and I couldn't help the very, very small smile that made my lips curl into an involuntary smile. Then without warning a chuckle burst from deep within him, warming me with his silliness.

His deep chuckle had some how made all of my dark memories scatter like ashes released into the wind, and just like magic, his laughter had caused the storm to disappear, letting the of dawn to trickle through the not so stormy black clouds look as angry as they had only hours ago.

Sitting quietly together, sleep started to drag me under and I was powerless to fight it; I felt Edward stand with me still in his arms and the rustle of bed sheets being turned down. Would he really leave me here all alone? Did he not know that some how in the span of the storm I had come to rely on him? Did he not know that I needed him? That I needed him close to me to keep the horrid memories and terrifying nightmares at bay?

"You had a very trying night angel," Edward whispered to me softly, laying me down on the bed, pulling the covers up to my shin, where he knew I liked them. "The storm has passed and you need your rest, sleep now beautiful girl."

Edward wouldn't meet my pleading eyes, did he not want to stay with me? I watched helplessly as he crossed the room towards the door. I knew it was now or never, if I wanted him to stay I needed to use my words; words I have not used in a very, very, very long time. He never liked it when I talked...but he wasn't here now. Edward had kept him away.

Gathering all of my courage, I decided to use my words, 'S-s-s-t-t-t-ay E-e-e-e-d-d-war-d-d," I begged him.

Wordlessly he turned on his heels, shock dominant on his face; closing the distance between us, he settled himself where he had sat with me all night. I immediately wiggled my self tighter to his frigid body and let sleep claim me. I knew I would be safe with Edward—he would protect me. Protect me from the bad man.

When I came to in the night, after having slept dreamlessly for the first time in a long time, I noticed the spot where Edward had been, empty. I sat up searching for him; when my eyes met his, I relaxed.

'S-s-s-tay-y-y' I said, my mind and mouth trying hard to put words together, so he could understand me.

"Of course, I stayed," He smiled at me, his blindingly white teeth glimmering slightly. "You asked me to stay, so I did; I will always stay with you...as long as you want me to stay with you." I could feel my cheeks heat up at his words and a thrill of something foreign pass through me. "You must be hungry. You have not eaten since..."

'Bad Man' I hissed suddenly, shocking both myself and Edward. I was furious that his memories haunted me so badly, furious for being left with these more than permanent scars inside and out of me. 'Bad Man,' I hissed again.

"Who is the bad man?" Edward begged me, pleading with me to rid every bad part of my tortuous life behind me. He blurred to my side, scooping me up as he had earlier, holding me tightly to his stone body. "Tell me who the bad man is love; please." He pleaded with me and it broke something inside me to hear him so tortured and riddled with pain. "I promise to hunt them down and inflict a thousand times more pain onto them, as they did to you. I will tear the world apart, never stop searching until they are gone and you are safe."

It was now or never. I didn't really want to tell him. I wanted to hide my shame, but it was inevitable...for they would find out who it was sooner or later. 'F-f-f-f-a-a-a-t-t-t-h-h-e-e-r-r. A-a-ang-e-e-e-l-l-l, f-a-a-t-th-e-e-r-r. Bad Man.'

I felt Edward go rigid under me and the fury I had within me bubbled up the surface; I was no longer able to contain it or keep it hidden, I flew into a flurry of rage. I had some how managed to gather enough energy to fuel my fury and pick up everything I could get my hands on and throw it in what ever direction it left my hands in. I was subtly aware of Edward's family trickling into the room, some of the items I threw narrowly missing their faces.

My shrieks of 'Bad Man' came tearing out my throat and passed my lips a dozen or so times; then when I could no longer repeat his name like a repeated curse my chest filled with enraged growls, snarling and ripping from deep within my chest. I could feel myself weakening, I knew I had put my body through too much—I didn't care. My body quaked with effort to keep itself up and able to rage on, but all too soon I felt myself falling and all too familiar pair of arms, catch me.

I had enough energy to say just one last thing before the darkness of sleep engulfed me completely. 'B-e-e-l-l-l-l-l-a-a.'

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