Good Afternoon everyone! How's it hanging? This chicka is super tired. How was everyone's weekend? Mine was filled with tons of family socialization. So, my social battery is completely dead. I need to buy a little hut in Mexico on the beach and eat tacos and sip margaritas all day! I also need a million dollars but hopefully one day I'll finally write that best selling novel. Ahhh, a girl can dream.

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Chapter Twelve – Nightmares & Memories

"Girly girl," a sing-song voice woke me from my restless night. My body tensed up before my eyes opened.

"Wake up girly girl," a hand placed itself on my hip and squeezed. Fingers digging into the bone.

I rolled over to look at the blond-haired man standing above me. A wicked smile spread across his frightening face.

"Well, good morning. Or should I say good late afternoon. I've let you sleep for a day and a half now." He said.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I winced in pain; my body sore all over.

"Time to wake up, girly girl," he said, "You've shirked all of your chores, and you know the punishment for shirking your chores, don't you?"

I swallowed, "Y-yes master."

"Now, before I dole out your punishment, you need to fix me dinner. I'm starved."

"Yes master," I got out of bed, starch naked. But, the embarrassment of being naked died a long time ago, along with some other things.

Master sat at the table in the kitchen, watching me with predator eyes as I got things ready for his dinner.

"Victoria's not here tonight," he said, "So you'll just fix my dinner."

I grimaced when I turned my back to him. I knew I probably wouldn't eat tonight because I passed out, but, a small part of me had hoped I would have a little something. My stomach felt like it was eating itself.

"Don't fuck up my food this time." He snapped.

I quickly made his food, knowing he'd become angry if I wasn't fast enough. Once I was done, I placed the food neatly on his plate and set it in front of him before getting on my knees beside him.

I kept my head down as he ate. It'd only take him fifteen to twenty minutes to eat. After that, he'd take me to the room for my punishment.

He placed his hand on top of my head, "Let's go, girly girl."

I jerked up and gasped, my chest tight. Suddenly, it dawned on me; a pair of arms were wrapped around me.

"Bella, it's okay." I heard a voice say.

I screamed and started struggling, fighting the arms that were holding me.

"Bella, it's me, are you okay?" I finally recognized Edward's voice.

"Just get off of me." I said, my voice straining.

"Okay, okay," the hands removed themselves from my body.

I wrapped my arms around my knees and closed my eyes. It'd been a while since I had a nightmare. I continued deep breathing until the nightmare faded away from me.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked.

"I-I'm fine." I said.

"I'm sorry I scared you," he said, "I heard you screaming and I got worried."

I nodded, "It's okay."

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"A little. But, I'm okay." I said, deeply breathing.

"What was your nightmare about?" He asked.

I shook my head, "It's fine."

"Didn't sound fine." He said.

"But it was," I said, "I'm fine now."

He sighed and placed his hand on my back, "Okay, I believe you. But, that really freaked me out. I thought you were getting killed or something."

I frowned, "I'm sorry I worried you."

"Can I hug you?" He asked.

I nodded and crawled into his arms. I sighed happily; it felt nice to be held by him. It actually calmed me down. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his warm embrace. He kissed the top of my forehead before lifted my face up with his hands.

"Could you please see a therapist," he said, "I know I somehow triggered you earlier and that's why you had the nightmare. Please, please go see someone."

I bit my lip, "Okay…"

One Week Later

I was sitting in the therapist's office that Edward's mother had suggested. I felt somewhat strange about sitting here. Especially since Edward paid for this session. Well, actually, he paid for the first three session.

I told him I would pay, but, I guess he thought that if he prepaid the first three sessions, I'd have to go. I don't think he completely trusted me to go.

"Miss Swan," the therapist smiled, "Are you ready?"

I nodded and stood, following her back to the private room. A tiny knot in my stomach formed.

She motioned for me to sit on the couch in front of the chair.

"Would you like some coffee? Or a cookie?" She asked.

"No, I'm good." I said.

She nodded and sat in the chair in front of me. A notebook and pen in her hands.

"So, it's nice to meet you. I'm Doctor Black, but, you can call me Emily."

I nodded, "Nice to meet you to Emily."

"To start things off, I want to tell you that this is a safe place. Anything you say, will stay in this room. Your privacy is my top priority. Any notes I write, are locked in my filing cabinet. You are free to say or scream whatever you like." She said.

I nodded, "That makes me feel a little better about this."

She smiled, "I'm glad, how about before we get into the heavy, you tell me a little about yourself?"

I shifted in my seat, "Well, I'm Bella. I was born and raised in a small town called Forks. I never met my dad. It was my mom who raised me. She died when I was sixteen, and my neighbors kept me until I was eighteen. Then I moved here."

"What happened after you moved here? Are you working, in school?" She asked.

"When I moved here, that's when… well, that's what lead me here." I said.

She nodded, "What happened?"

An immediate blush spread across my cheeks. I covered my face in embarrassment.

"Ugh, it's so embarrassing to talk about." I said.

"Bella, I can assure you, that there's nothing to be embarrassed about with me. I hold absolutely not judgments. You can tell me anything." She said.

I sighed, twisting my hands together, "At the time, I was interested in… BDSM," I looked away, "And, so, when I moved here, I went to one of those clubs."

She nodded, writing in her notebook, "What happened at the club?" She looked up.

"I met this guy. He was older and had a lot more experience than I did. He seemed sweet and honest. I thought I could trust him," I sighed heavily, "He…he tricked me."

"How did he trick you?" She asked.

I bit my lip, "He tricked me into signing a six-month contract to be his sub. I didn't read to contract carefully enough. And, I went through pure hell in those six months."

She nodded, "Do you need to take a minute before continuing?"

"Yeah, is there a bathroom?" I asked.

"Right through there." She pointed.

I closed the door behind me, sucking down deep breaths. I gripped the edges of the sink, trying to calm myself down. I hated talking about any of this. I'd never talked about it with anyone else. Well, expect for Edward.

After I took a good five minutes in the bathroom, I walked back out. Emily was just sitting down, she had put a cup of water on the little coffee table.

I sat down and took a sip of the water.

"Are you okay to continue?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said, "Well, I signed the contract. Didn't read it. There were things in the contract I didn't know about. Like, I couldn't back out of it without 10,000 dollars. Another part of the contract was that his girlfriend would be included."

"If you're comfortable enough, could you tell me what some of the things were that happened when you were under contract." She said.

I sighed, "I'm not… there's too much to talk about." I said.

She nodded, "Are you comfortable enough about telling me the first experience?"

"I'll try…"

"You're such a pretty girl," He whispered in my ear.

My heart was pounding like a drum. All of my limbs were tied tightly down, and my mouth was gagged. I was terrified. This was going to be my first sexual encounter ever, and I couldn't move. What made the experience even more terrifying was that his girlfriend was laying naked beside me, stroking my stomach.

I watched as he looked hungrily down at me. His look was more sinister, then desire. The look frightened me.

There was no prep. No sweet touches, or seductive whispers to prep me for the intrusion. It was just stabbing pain. Blindly red burning pain—

"I can't." I said, standing and gripping my hair.

Emily nodded, "It's alright. You did really well. I don't want you to go any further than you can right now."

I nodded, staring at the wall and breathing deeply. Emily didn't say anything. She just let me breathe it out. After a moment, I sat back down in the chair.

"I just want to say that you did extremely well this session. You were honest and open, and I appreciate that." She said.

"Thanks." I sighed.

"This session is over. But, I'm going to give you my number. It's a direct line to me. So, any time between this session and next, you can call me and just talk about whatever."

I grabbed the number and nodded, "Thank you."

I walked out of her office to the front of the building. Edward was still sitting in his SUV, where I left him. I smiled through the window and hopped in.

"How was it?" He asked as I put my seatbelt on.

"It was good," I said, "Talked about lots of stuff."

"That's good," he smiled, "Are you hungry? Would you like to go get something to eat?"

"Yeah, do you think we could get burgers? Just sit in the car and talk?" I asked.

"Of course," he said before driving off.

What do you think Bella wants to talk about? How did you like this chapter and the little peek into Bella's six months in hell? Let me know in a little review.