I have to make a point of explaining my lack of updates. Initially, I lost the notebook housing this story, then I had no time to write, followed by my computer completely dying. As I was updating my profile, I found this in my outbox from 2010! Can you believe it?! I thought I lost this and then I find not only this chapter but also my notebook. I will get the other chapter typed and edited within a week (You can hold me to it!) and then I need at least two weeks to figure out where I will go with this story and pick up where I left off.

Though Kathleen Woodiwiss is my inspiration for the premise of the story, there is a lot of variation that will have to take place for the plot to fit with what has already been established. This has been through a lot of development, the story started out in separate first-person points of view to third-person omniscient and I hand write everything before I type it.

I am also looking for a BETA, PM if you would like to help.

Jennifier

Bella awoke to the setting sun shining through her window, placing a mystic feel across the room. If I had not been for the pain coursing through her body, it would have been an image from a dream. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she noticed a hand around hers.

As Bella turned to her side, she was greeted with more pain and discomfort. She gasped in response as she slowly turned back to her starting position, but not before noticing exactly who the holder of her hand was. His bronze hair caught the light and shined her new light of hope around his peacefully, sleeping form. Bella reached over to stroke the top of his head in an attempt to rouse him and was greeted with a pair of piercing green eyes.

He heard the gasp of pain and glanced toward Bella hoping that the pain was minimal. Satisfied, he put his head back down to slyly see what would happen next. Within seconds, he felt the most wonderful feeling of her hand upon the top of his head. Edward took advantage of the situation to look up at her beautiful face and throw her a smile.

His demeanor changed in a split second.

"I know that you told me not to follow you," Edward whispered, "but I wanted to understand you better. You entranced me today at the inn and I was torn between what was right and what I would like." Bella did not respond, she only looked at him in blank recognition. "I am glad this once for following through with my selfish wishes because, well, Bella I saw everything that happened this morning." He looked anxiously at Bella, trying to gauge her reaction.

"If you saw everything, then why didn't you do anything to help me?" Bella was slightly hysterical, "he said... you didn't… I wouldn't…you hurt…because of me." She burst into tears and nothing she said made sense. Edward moved on to the bead and gently enveloped Bella into his arms.

"Calm down," he whispered, "I don't know what you were saying but I do know that everything will be fine." He kissed her forehead and then placed her head under his chin.

"How will everything be alright," she was slowly calming down, "I get hurt and now he will hurt you. All I do is cause trouble; you should leave me here and never bother yourself with my well-being again."

"No!" Edward exclaimed, "It is my fault he did this to you; I cannot leave you alone with that monster. And you worry about me instead of yourself. I can handle your father but you need to trust me to take care of you! There is no -," he cut off his speech when he noticed the door directly below slam shut, accompanied by the sound of voices. Edward slid off the bed and to the window where he stopped, turned around, walked back to Bella and swiftly kissed her before continuing on the journey towards her window where he snuck out.

The door to Bella's room swung open wide as her father walked into the room with another man in tow. The man was shorter than her father was and possessed blonde hair and blue eyes, and although he was not hard to look at, he held nothing to Bella's Greek god that had just exited through her window. Bella was ultimately interested in the purpose of their entry into her room.

"Here is your fiancé," her father spoke loudly, "you will be married in three weeks and I am allowing him to take his marriage rights tonight." He started laughing before patting the man on the shoulder and stalking from the room. She knew her father had then left the house because she could hear the door close downstairs. The man stepped toward her and grabbed her left wrist.

"Well hello sweet," his voice was slightly high for most men, "your father has promised we would be alone. You will be in the company of either me or your father's company until the wedding." He moved his fingers up and down her arms, the clamminess of his hands causing a shiver of unease to run through her body. He interpreted the shiver as a good sign hand pressed his lips to her shoulders. As he moved his lips towards her mouth, Bella was disgusted by the wetness of his lips. She feared his kisses as much as, if not more, than the other suitors did that her father made her endure. Bella used all her force to push, causing him to stumble backwards.

"What are you doing?" Bella exclaimed, "I don't even know your name." he came back at Bella, pinning her arms to her sides. He bent down and took her lips more aggressively, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He let his hands wander her body as they neared the bed. Bella was grateful when he finally pulled away from her.

"My name is Michael," he spoke, this time sounding more like a girl, "but you will refer to me as milord or darling." He thought highly of himself and obviously expected others to as well. "I have no time for insolence so I will expect you to be silent and serve me in ALL your wifely duties." He moved back to her, pushing her to the bed covering her with his heavy body.

"Now I may know your name," Bella started, "but I don't know anything about you. And why am I not allowed to call you by your name?" a loud smack resounded through the room as his fist connected with her face.

"Do you need another reminder of what I expect," he hissed at her, "or do you just want to continue trying your luck?" Bella's face was numb from the contact and left unable to respond, "Good, now I can get back to business."

Realizing what he was about to do, Bella started to move under him; in an attempt to get away. Michael pulled her arms to her and knelt on top of her to keep her still. As he knelt down, a resounding crack filled the room. Bella screamed out of pain. He had broken her wrist and pain coursed through her body. Michael paid no attention to her plight and continued to undress himself. After disposing of his clothes, he lowered himself onto her again. He gripped her broken wrist making her cry out in pain and pulling both her arms above her head. One hand held the arms in place while his other moved toward her skirt. Bella squirmed under him but he brought his hand down and gripped her throat, taking away her air supply. His other had moved further up her leg. Bella heard the tear of fabric as he pulled away her under garments. His breathing got heavy and he let go of her throat to allow him to grope her body. She felt him at her entrance and shuddered in fear of what would come next.

Michael moved his passion into her and she struggled to push him out. He thrust had and broke through effort and maidenhead, a fire coursed through her body. He increased the pace of his thrusts, in turn, bringing Bella more pain and fire. Bella screamed in terror and pain as he moaned in pleasure. As the fire spread, breathing became harder and, just as he released into her, she blacked out.

Edward's feet hit the ground and he crouched down under the windows. He heard the voice of sheriff Swan but could not understand what he said from where he hid. He watched as Swan walked out the door and away from the house. Edward stayed hidden for a few minutes and then got up to retrieve his horse. He needed to go home and clean up before coming back to Bella. Edward reached is horse and rode pas the house one last time. He turned to leave and set off at a gallop. Seconds later, the silence of the woods was shattered by a scream. Edward pressed on towards Cullen Manor to get to his father. Carlisle, his father, worked as a surgeon when he was in the army. If Bella were in that much pain, she would need much more help than he could give her.

Edward slid off his horse and ran into his home Ignoring Beck as he lectured Edward about bursting into rooms, Edward walked straight into his father's library.

"Come quickly," Edward, barked at his father. Carlisle stared at his exasperated son and was about to speak when he was cut off, "We don't have time. I will explain later. Now grab your stuff, we need to hurry."

Edward ran out of the door with Carlisle right behind him. They both grabbed a horse and rode off towards the sheriff's house. They reached the halfway point and another scream filled the woods. Edward cursed under his breath and pressed forward, his father followed suit.

They reached the house after a few minutes and Edward slid off the horse and burst into the house in a matter of seconds. Carlisle slid off his horse and moved to the now open door when he heard a yell up stairs. Hurrying towards the yell, Carlisle was brought to a room. The scene before him brought tears to his eyes.

Edwards sat on the floor holding the hand of the woman on the bed. He was clearly crying and in pain; mumbling and cursing between sobs. The woman on the bed was bleeding and looked to have a broken wrist and head injury. Carlisle moved forward to start administering to the unknown woman.

As he continued to move towards the bed, Edwards had turned towards him. Edwards's eyes were filled with anger, disgust and at the same time, love. The love in his eyes sent Carlisle into action. Noticing the blood on the mattress, he moved the woman's skirt, pulling it upward. Her lithe legs were bruised and she was still bleeding. Whatever man was here had no sympathy towards her safety, caring only of his own sick pleasure.

"Edward," Carlisle spoke softly, "I need your help to remove her remaining clothes. I need to see all her injuries." Edward carefully set down her hand and started to untie her bodice. His hands moved lightly across her body taking off all her clothes. As each garment was removed, Edward could see each and every offending bruise. Once she was completely bare, Edward passed his hand over each bruise and winced at each touch. As he moved his hand closer to her wrist, Bella whispered his name.

"Bella," Edward whispered to her, "I'm here. Don't leave me. I need you." He moved his hand to her face as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked once and her eyes flew open in horror.

"Edward," Carlisle broke the silence, "I need to talk to her alone."

"NO!" Bella yelled as she reached to grab Edward's wrist. "I don't want him to leave me!" Sobs started to break through and consume her. Edward moved onto the bed and held her in his arms. Bella noticed her lack of clothes and tried to cover herself with her hand and arm. "Why don't I have clothes on?"

"I heard you scream love," Edward explained, "I went and got my father. He was a doctor in the army." Edwards hand moved to her wrist and he gingerly picked it up. Bella let out an audible wince. "I'm gonna kill your father! That Bast-"He was cut off by Bella.

"He didn't do anything, it wasn't him." Bella cried. "I don't know who he was!" her eyes filled with tears and she turned into Edwards shoulder. As her sobs filled the room, Edward looked to his father to leave. Carlisle complied, leaving the two alone.

"Shh, love, calm down," Edward whispered into her hair, "it's going to be OK, he won't hurt you again; I'll protect you." Edward placed her head under his chin and pulled her into his embrace. Bella quieted down and fell asleep. Edward placed Bella's head on her pillows and slipped out from under her. Edward carefully opened the door and brought his father back into the room. "Dad, tell me everything you know."

"I need to finish examining her but I do know that she was raped." Carlisle's voice was laced with sympathy. "I don't know how bad all of her injuries are but she lost a lot of blood." Carlisle went back to Bella's sleeping form. Edward leaned back on the chair and within seconds, felt his eyes drop closed.

I hope this held up; I only did a quick edit, sorry if I made too many mistakes.

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