"I hope you're hungry," Edward said as he sat his tray of food that he wouldn't be eating on the table.

"Starving," I replied and quickly grabbed the poor excuse for a pizza and bit into it. It was greasy, it was disgusting, it was probably not even legal anywhere outside of the United States, but I loved it.

"Bella! Michael Kors is having a sale tomorrow, and you know what that means," Alice sang as she sat her tray of food that she wouldn't be eating in front of her and took a seat between Edward and Angela Weber.

"Alice, please don't drag me to Seattle," I begged her.

"I'm not dragging you to Seattle, Bella," the little vampire pixie promised me. I let out a sigh of relief and opened my water bottle, so I could wash down the pizza. "I'm dragging you to Port Angeles," she informed me. I felt Edward stiffen besides me, but I couldn't pay him any notice; I was too busy choking on my water.

"Bella!" Edward gasped, panicked, as I continued to cough to get the water out of my windpipe.

I felt someone pat my back to help me. I instantly knew that it wasn't my vampire boyfriend. By the look that Edward was giving the person that was currently saving my life, it could only be one person: Mike Newton.

"Better?" he asked when I was finally able to breathe again.

"Yeah, thanks," I thanked him and took a cautious sip of my water. Mike smiled at me and began to pull the seat out next to me, but then quickly opted to sit across from me after the look Edward had given him.

"If he ever touches you again, I will kill him," he growled. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his jealousy.

"Oh, Edward, he was helping me. That's what you do when someone's choking on water: you pat their back," I told him, but he of course knew this already. Not because he has lived for over 100 years or because his father was one of the best doctors in Forks, and most likely the whole United States, but because Edward himself had been to medical school more than once.

"Still doesn't justify it," he argued, making me roll my eyes at how childish he was acting. He may be over 109 in vampire years, 17 in human years, but he sometimes acted like he was seven.

"So, Bella, what do you say?" Alice asked me.

"What do I say to what?" I asked her, confused.

"To shopping!" she sang.

"You're going shopping?" Jessica Stanley asked as she sat down between Mike and Angela.

"Yes! Tomorrow in Port Angeles! It'll be great," she promised and began to excitedly bounce in her chair. She had way too much energy for someone her size.

"Oh, Bella, that reminds me. Could you come in for a shift tomorrow? I have to leave at four and I can't close early," Mike asked.

"Why do you have to leave early?" Edward asked him.

"I have things to do," Mike snapped at him before he turned back to me. "Please?" he begged me.

"No problem," I agreed, smiling. I would be willing to do anything to get me out of shopping. I loved Alice like a sister, but she had way too much energy for a pixie, and she loved shopping way too much. "Sorry, Alice, I have to work," I said apologetically, but we both knew that I wasn't one bit sorry.

Alice narrowed her golden colored eyes at me before a huge smile appeared on her face that scared me. "No problem, Bella, we'll have a long time to go shopping together on Friday," she said happily. I groaned in annoyance and looked up at Edward with pleading eyes.

"Sorry, love, I can't help you. I'm going hunting with Jasper and Emmett," he explained with a pained expression. I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout. It looked like I was going shopping on Friday, and not only that, but Edward would be away. Just great. "Don't pout. I'll be back Sunday morning, maybe even Saturday evening," he whispered to me before he pressed his cold lips against my temple.

-.-

"Are you sure that you don't want me to drive you? I really don't mind," Edward asked hopefully from the rocking chair in my room. Charlie had been called in on a last notice shift, which was the only reason Edward was in my room.

Ever since I had gone to Italy with Alice to stop Edward from exposing himself in the sunlight, and with that, killing himself, my dad hated Edward. Not that they were best friends before that incident, especially not after I abruptly left after James had been trying to kill me, but the Italy incident had been his last straw. Of course, he didn't know that Edward spent every night with me, but what he didn't know, couldn't hurt him or me.

"Thanks for the offer, but my truck needs the exercise," I declined as I put on my white vans that I wore with a pair of blue jeans and a white sweater. "Go do something with Jasper or Emmett," I suggested as I put my curly brown hair in a ponytail. Edward made a face. "Alice?" I asked. He shook his head. "You can help Carlisle at the hospital," I suggested as I grabbed my white Michael Kors purse that I just "had to have", according to Alice. He shrugged. "Why don't you spend some time with Esme? She'd like that," I told him and grabbed my car keys from my desk. Edward thought about that for a moment before he nodded his head.

"I think I'll do that," he agreed and smiled my favorite crooked smile.

"Tell her I said 'hi', and that I miss her," I told him as I walked out of my room.

"I will," he agreed. "Of course you could do that yourself if you would only get ungrounded," he said from behind me. I didn't need to see his face to know that he was smirking at me. I opened my mouth to make a sarcastic comment, when I missed a step going down the stairs and fell forwards. I would have tumbled down the steps, most likely breaking a bone or two and getting a concussion, if it wouldn't have been for Edward's speed and reflexes. "Are you alright?" he asked worried, and gently put me back down on the floor at the bottom of the steps.

"I'm fine," I assured him.

"Are you sure? I could take you to Carlisle," he said. I cringed. It's not that I had anything against Carlisle, I saw him as a second father, but hospitals weren't really my thing, even though I couldn't seem to be able to stay away from them for too long.

"Edward, I'm fine, really. I just missed a step," I assured him. Edward chuckled and shook his head.

"You're going to be the death of me, Bella," he said and bend down to press his lips against mine for a short kiss that had me craving more. "I'll walk you to your car," he said and entwined our hands. "I could follow you to make sure that nothing happens to you," he offered as he opened my car door for me.

"Edward, relax. Nothing's gonna happen to me," I assured him and closed the door. I rolled down my window so Edward and I could continue to talk. I wanted nothing more than to spend the day with him, but I needed the money, and I could never tell my more than rich boyfriend that. If I would, I would be finding money everywhere: my truck, my books, under my pillow, my closet. Anywhere there was a place, there would be money.

When Edward had left, he had wired $20,000 into my account, pretending that it was a scholarship from the Pacific Northwest Trust. I had, of course, immediately sent the money back, but Edward wouldn't be deterred. He had upped it to $25,000, still under the disguise as a scholarship, and sent another $30,000 a few weeks later. I was so furious, I drove to the Cullens' abandoned house and tossed the package through the window. I had actually forgotten about it, until the night I had come back from Italy with Edward, and we had gone over to his house for the vote on me becoming a vampire. At first, I had been confused when I saw Esme fixing the window, but then I embarrassingly remembered what I had done. Fortunately, she was not upset or angry.

The concept of working wasn't foreign to Edward, and I knew that he didn't want to give me money so I would quit my job and stay at home because I was a woman. He only hated me working, because I was working for Mike. He had suggested other place for me to work, but working for Mike was the most convenient. It was close to my house, it paid a decent pay, and the hours were flexible.

"Have you forgotten that you seem to attract bad luck like a magnet?" he asked me with a raised eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. Overprotective as ever.

"I really have to go now," I told him before he would be able to give me the whole speech about how I attract bad luck.

A pained expression crossed over Edward's handsome face and for a moment it made me feel guilty. I almost wanted to tell him that I could just skip work, when he quickly changed his facial expression to my favorite crooked smile. "Be careful, love," he said and leaned in to give me a kiss.

"Have fun with Esme," I wished him and kissed him back.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear and pressed his lips against mine for a too short kiss.

"I love you more," I replied. For a second Edward looked like he was about to argue with me, but luckily he didn't.

"Call me when you get off," he said and gave me another quick kiss before he walked over to his silver Volvo, got in, and drove off.

-.-

I walked around the empty store, making sure everything was in order before I got out my poor excuse for a phone and dialed Edward's number. "Are you alright?" he asked me worried after the first ring. I couldn't help but laugh and roll my eyes.

"I'm fine, Edward. I just wanted to tell you that I'm about to get off work," I told him as I squished the phone between my ear and my shoulder, so I could slip on my brown jacket.

"Alright, I'll see you shortly," he said with a smile in his voice.

"How was your day with Esme?" I asked him. I was so tired that I was more than positive that I would fall asleep immediately when I got home and that I would most likely forget about his whole day with his vampire mother.

"It was very nice. Thank you for the suggestion," he thanked me. I smiled as I grabbed my purse.

"I'm glad you had fun, but I'm about to lock up. So, I'll see you at eleven," I said as I eyed the clock behind the register. It was currently ten-thirty, which was way too late for me to just now get off, but the store was such a mess and so dirty that I couldn't leave before I cleaned and organized everything.

"I'll be waiting," he replied. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I replied with a giddy smile on my face and millions of butterflies in my stomach and hung up. I put my phone back into my purse and walked out of the store, making sure that I locked up, and then double checking that it was locked, before I began walking towards my truck. While I was walking, I was fishing for the keys in my purse. "Damn keys. Where are you?" I muttered frustrated and slowed down. Suddenly, I felt someone put their hand over my mouth and wrap their arm around my waist.

"Scream and I'll fucking kill you," a man with a deep voice hissed at me. I could smell alcohol on his breath and something hard pressing into my back. I felt my stomach churn when I realized what he wanted to do.

"Help!" I screamed without thinking against his hand when he began to pull me behind the store. I felt him let go of my waist and was about to make a run for it, when I felt something sharp being pressed against my stomach.

"Did you not fucking hear me, bitch?" he hissed at me and pushed me so hard that I fell to the cold hard ground, hitting my head against the ground in the process. I was shortly dazed, but I knew that I had to get it together.

I tried to crawl away. I was too dizzy to stand up, but I knew I had to get away, but he grabbed my ankle and pulled me towards him. He flipped me around so that I was facing him before he ripped open my jeans and pulled them down to my knees along with my underwear.

I was frozen in fear and shock. I looked at his eyes. The fluttering street light was dimmed, but I was still able to see that he had intense blue eyes that had no truce of humanity in them. I remembered James' red eyes. The hunger and excited that was in them while he was torturing me in the old ballet studio in Phoenix. This man's eyes had nothing on them. James was a vampire. I expected them to be cold. This was a human. Human eyes should not be this cold.

I finally snapped out of my trance when my naked butt made contact with the freezing cold ground. "Help!" I screamed again as loud as I could and began to hit him and tried to kick him, but that did nothing. My legs were tangled up in my pants.

I heard the man growl in anger before he punched me in the face, causing me to hit my head against the concrete once again. I felt something warm running down my cheek and the smell of blood hit my nose. My stomach churned, but I knew it wasn't just the scent of blood that was causing it.

"Shut up, bitch! I'll fucking kill you if I hear you make one more sound," he hissed at me as he began to open his pants and pulled himself out.

"Please don't do this," I begged him crying. I felt him punch me again. I felt the cold blade against my cheek when he pulled his fist back and felt more blood running down my face. He must have grazed me, but I didn't feel anything besides full blown terror and panic.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch, and let me enjoy this," he growled before he shoved himself inside of me. I screamed in pain, but I was immediately silenced by another punch in the face, but I barely felt it. The pain between my legs was unbearable. "Fuck," he moaned in pleasure as he began to thrust himself inside my unwilling body, groaning with every thrust. "You would like it more if you relaxed," he told me and then groaned again as he pushed himself into me with so much force. He bend down, so that his mouth was directly by my ear. "But I like you better like this. Nice and tight," he hissed, followed by a forceful thrust. I was positive that he would tear me apart. "You feel so good, baby," he groaned and bit my earlobe.

"Please stop," I begged him crying, but he ignored me. He continued to groan and seek pleasure from my body. He didn't care that I didn't want this. He didn't care that he was taking my virginity, something that I had sworn to Edward.

I began to cry harder. Not only because of the pain, but because I felt ashamed. If I would have let Edward drive me, this would have never happened. Oh my God, Edward! What would he think of me?

I began to cry harder. I tried pushing him off me, but a brutal thrust, followed by my pained cry, put an end to my fight. Fighting him was useless. He was too strong and too big.

Tears continued to fall down my face, but I had stopped crying. I focused on the flickering light above me.

"Yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck, yes," he hissed and began to speed up.

Where was Edward? Wouldn't Alice have seen by now what was happening to me? Or maybe she saw that I was no longer fighting; that I was allowing him to assault me.

More tears ran down my face.

If only I had listened to Edward. I would never have been in this situation. He would have picked me up and we would have talked in the car. He would have asked me about my day, and I would have asked him about his, and then he would have dropped me off at home, only to sneak in ten minutes later. He would be talking about marriage while I would try to talk some sense into him and tell him that I was still too young. Then I would try to bargain with him and tell him that I would only marry him if he would make me a vampire, but as I saw how much the man above of me was enjoying himself as he violated me, I knew that I would never want to be a vampire. I didn't want to remember this forever.

I wanted to forget it.

I wanted to die.

"Fuck," the man moaned above me, thrusting inside of me harder and faster before a shutter ran through him. "Ah!" he cried in ecstasy and stilled above me. I felt something wet and hot fill me.

'Oh God! Please no!' I begged silently when I felt his wet, hot release fill me.

He had cum inside of me.

I wasn't on any birth control. Why would I? I was still a virgin and didn't have to worry about getting pregnant with Edward because he couldn't have children.

"Fuck, baby," he cursed out of breath and pulled out of me. It hurt, but I didn't flinch. "This was fun," he said grinning and pressed his lips against mine. More tears fell down my face. His grin widened when he noticed them. "You won't be telling anyone about our little adventure," he told me as he stood up and pulled up his pants. "Because if you do, I will find you, and I will fucking kill you and everyone you love. Got it?" he asked. I didn't respond to the man, no, the monster who had just raped me. I continued to stare at the flickering light. I felt him kick me in my ribs. A pained sound left my mouth. I looked at him, my trance broken, as I tried to catch my breath. "You got it, bitch?" he asked again. I didn't respond, but I nodded my head. "Good," he said and kicked me again before he walked away.

As soon as he was out of sight, and I was able to pull air into my lungs again, I began to cry. I couldn't believe what had just happened to me. I shivered against the cold, but I couldn't seem to move.

I wasn't sure how long I laid there. It could have been minutes or hours or even days, but I knew I had to get up. I had to go home and shower. I had to get the filth off of me.

I got up, sobbing harder at the pain between my legs. I cried harder when I felt his release dripping out of me. This wasn't real. I squeezed my eyes shut as I pulled up my pants.

Every movement hurt.

I reached for my purse with shaking hands and fished for my keys. I had almost had them, when I felt someone pull me against their body. I knew it was Edward. I felt his cold, hard chest and heard him sob my name, but I couldn't help the scream that escaped me. Edward immediately let go of me. I tried to run away, but my legs gave out and I fell to the hard ground crying.

I was in so much pain.

I was so ashamed.

I was so dirty.

"It's gonna be alright, Bella, I'll take care of you," he promised from beside me as he gently picked me up.

I closed my eyes, letting the darkness envelop me, and hoped that I wouldn't wake up.