You're all incredible. Thanks for everything, EVERYONE!
"Bella!"
Edward's voice bellows from the living room as I stand in the kitchen, my shaking fingers trying to dial 9-1-1 as fast as they can before Jasper tries to stop me. I look up at the sound of Edward's voice, the phone dropping from my hand as Jasper tackles me, pulling me down near the small table by the window.
I land with a resounding slam onto the hardwood, a blinding, white pain from my shoulder making me cry out as Jasper lands on top of me.
Feeling the weight of him above me, his face red with anger and his hands rough on my skin, is nothing new to me. I'm instantly reminded of all the times I've been in this position before, memories of the taste of my blood mixing with my tears appearing like a phantom on my tongue. I wrestle my legs out from under him, only to learn really quickly that the adrenaline and rage fueling within his blood is no match for me. My mind is blank, panic filling the empty spaces in my head as my body remembers the way it used to slumber in defeat at Jasper's attacks.
His hands make their way to my throat, pressing down hard enough for my breath to stop in its tracks, the edges of my vision tinkling behind wisps of white and soft yellow. "Are you ready to come home yet?"
I know Jasper says something; I can hear muffled sounds and make out the way his lips move as he peers down at me. I can't turn my head, can't turn to see if Edward is okay - until the weight of Jasper above me is ripped away, the breath that had been locked in my lungs surging forward and out of me so fast I'm gasping and reeling from the force of it.
I roll over, the sudden gust of air pushing a force behind my eyes and into my head pinning me to the ground. I try to open my eyes, but they've become so heavy I can't keep them open for long.
They close again, and I don't stop them. I can't. I'm tired.
The sound of wet flesh invades my ears, and my eyes flutter open again.
I'm not sure how long they've been closed for this time.
Still blurry, I open my eyes to see Edward and Jasper rolling around my living room, both of them speckled in drops of blood and bruises from the abuse they've taken out on one another.
And suddenly I'm tired of it. Of everything. The fear. The intimidation.
The abuse.
World tilting, I stand up and reach for the backpack. I ignore the phone I had dropped on the floor. I ignore the roars of aggression from Edward and Jasper.
And I reach for the gun I never thought I'd ever have to use.
And without a word, I walk into the living room and place it right up against the back of Jasper's head.
And I prepare myself for the moment he'll wish he'd never met me.
Get him sis.
See you tomorrow!