A/N : Since I'm such a crappy updater, I decided to update again quickly this time :P Review and enjoy :)

BPOV:

I woke up to a loud crash on my door, I opened my eyes to see Mike's face in mine. I closed them again. The pain was fast then, and the rest was a blur, I felt a hard impact on my ribs again and I yelped in pain. The next impact was to my mouth and I could feel blood dripping down my neck, I could smell it too, I squinted my eyes shut tighter, and went to my happy place, where I was with Edward, anywhere, just me, Edward, and happiness. Mike picked me up then throwing me against a wall , I cried and wimpered, I felt weak and useless, I knew that almost every bone in my body was broken by now. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger. He ripped of my shirt and my jeans leaving me only in my bra and underwear, and slammed the door as he walked out.

The floor was cold and wet from my blood, my hair was ratted and mixed with the redness of my blood, I stopped crying and clenched my fists trying to forget the pain and focus on Edward. Did I deserve this?

The door opened again , and I held in the urge to scream by closing my eyes and softly wimpering.

"Shh shhh, it's okay Bella, it's just me." I opened one eye to the sound of Gregs voice. I certainly didn't like this guy at all, but right now he was better then Mike, so I went silent. " Good Bella." he soothed. He slid his hands around my naked waist and lifted me up, carrying me to the bathroom, he set me down again on the floor, and ran the bath water, soaking a towel with warm water. He ringed it out a little , then walked back towards me. Setting the warm towel on my stomach, then softly moving it, gathering up blood that was drying. He did the same to my legs, neck, face, back, and arms. And when he was done that he picked me up again, putting my head over the tub, and rinsed my hair. When I was done he wrapped me in a towel , and handed me a baggy black T-shirt, it looked more like a T-shirt dress. He walked out the bathroom, leaving me alone to change, I let out a small thank-you hoping he heard it. I let the towel drop to the floor and examinded my bruised and battered body. I slipped the T-shirt on slowly forgetting my aching bones, and the few cuts that were still dripping blood. I combed my hair with a brush and looked at myself once more, before unexpectedly collapsing onto the floor. The bathroom door opened, and I let out a shattering scream that hurt so much.