CHAPTER 7

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Flashback

7th July 1781

Bella age 14

I was walking through the streets of my home town, not concentrating on anything in particular. Just thinking, thinking about the miserable life I have had since my mother committed suicide. I knew the fault was not my own, but I still couldn't shake off the feeling. If I had been more susceptible to her pain, I could have saved her from the fate she chose.

After the loss of my mother, my father fell into a deep depression. He suffered great pain after Rosalie died, but after my mothers death all of his feelings of happiness and joy that used to share space in his eyes were obliterated.

My mother was his sunshine, his reason for living whereas Rosalie and I were just bonuses as he used to say. He loved my mother with every part of his being and once she was gone; it was like a part of him went with her. Although I was hurt it was not even a fifth of the pain he showed to the world around him.

My mother was gone, but it didn't hurt as much as I had first believed it would have. There could be no doubt that I did love my mother but I was already hurt beyond repair. My sister was everything to me, she was my shooting star, my comfort when I was upset, my teacher when I was confused. Truth be told, I had cut myself off from the feelings of love and nurture my family had tried to enbrace me with.

But my father was absolutely destroyed. Some nights when he was sitting by the fire I thought 'how long until he will take the same escape route Mother took, when he cannot take the pain any longer?' This thought had pained me but I knew I could and would survive; I would never let our family line end with me.

My thoughts were overpowering my consciousness until I heard a very loud boom of laughter. I knew that laugh. It belonged to none than Roy King, Rosalie's ex-fiancée. I never liked him.

I turned back in the direction of what I assumed was home and resumed my walking. There was more booming laughter coming from behind me and I realised there was more than one drunk as I sped up faster. I didn't wish to see his face ever again.

The laughter and voices were getting closer and closer, their words becoming better pronounced. I knew they were speeding up their pace to catch up with me and I didn't like it, I was scared. They were bigger than me, hell Roy was bigger than me, I could barely fight him off if something happened let alone several of them. I turned several corners breaking out into a sprint. The voices were becoming more and more distant, but I kept turning corners until I came to a halt to a dark and dreary alley.

But I wasn't alone!

Oh no they couldn't have let me go, they couldn't let me escape, and there standing directly in front of me were three very large burly men, looking scarier than ever. I quickly turned around and ran into a wet hard wall. It took me a couple of seconds to realise it wasn't a wall I had run into it was… Roy.

He laughed drunkenly, his breath smelling really bad, like stale beer and pickled onions, not a good mix.

"Aww now pet, you can't leave," he bent down to my ear. "The party has just begun." He whispered into my ear and I cringed.

He took one hand and placed it around my waist, holding the other in the air silencing the other men's advancing steps.

"Nah uh, this," his grip tightened. "This little virgin is mine." He turned me around and began to pace in the opposite direction to my house. I had no idea what he was going to do but I could feel myself quivering and I knew he felt it to.

He led me to an expensive bachelor pad, all the young men nowadays had one and it wasn't comfortable and welcoming, but rather cold and distant, just adding to the fear.

"Get on the bed!" he yelled angrily after we had entered the small apartment. I didn't comply, I just stood there. The force of reality hit me, he was going to rape me, and he was going to steal my innocence forcefully and most probably painfully.

He walked back over to me, looking at me like I was pray to a starving lion. He pulled me into his chest, and I could feel every angle of his revolting body, his piercing muscles, his sweaty chest and last and the most frightening his very hard and alerted member.

"Did you not hear me girl?" he growled in my ear. "Get on the bed," he finished, waiting several seconds for me to adhere to his every command and when I didn't he threw me on the bed screaming "Now!"

"You will be punished for your disobedience" he yelled again. I shrank into a ball in the middle of the bed bringing my knees to my quivering stomach. He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his very muscly stomach. He ripped my body from the tight ball I had curved myself into.

He hit me in the head with his balled up fist, it stung a lot. I had never been hit before and a small drip of blood trickled down the side of my face where he had so recently hit me. He grabbed my face in between his hands but I roughly pulled away. He didn't like it and sent another blow to my face, only he didn't stop with one. I lost count of how many there were. The only thing I was concerned about was the throbbing in my head.

He forced my legs open and held a hand directly over my mouth, I was 14, and I had just started my period last year. I wasn't ready for this, for any of it. Rosalie had described rape and sex to me before she died. She said it's supposed to hurt your first time. I didn't want to hurt, I wanted my first time to be special, to be that special someone I was bound to fall in love with, the man that was supposed to love me, not for my body or my (nonexistent) looks, but for who I truly am inside. It wasn't supposed to happen like this; I didn't love or even like this man.

Having the urge to fight for my innocence I began to struggle violently, pushing and kicking whenever I got the chance but I stopped at the very sharp stabbing pain that had taken place just around my abdomen. I didn't look but I knew something was wrong, I could smell the uncombed rusty, salty scent of blood but what made it so much worse was the fact it was my own blood.

Regretfully I looked down only to see blood seeping down my thighs, staining the white linen on the bed and a long butcher's knife lying beside my shin; it was stained red on the end.

The pain was excruciating I was fighting just to keep my eyes open and alert, I was not tired or sleepy but the pain was so sharp I was bound to fall into unconsciousness.

"I told you!" he whispered above my ear. "I told you, you would be punished." He continued. "Besides" he chuckled "I love to make my conquests bleed." The sick, perverted guy.

He pushed my legs open, even though I was struggling. The pain in my abdomen was not helping, that and he was so much stronger than I was. I tried so hard to keep my eyes open but they just wouldn't stay open. I wanted to just drift off so badly. The pain was the worst I had ever experienced.

He pulled the pillow from under my head and pushed it hard against my head, ceasing my air supply. I couldn't breathe and he was enjoying it. Just before the blackness of heaven took over my dying body I felt another pulsing sharp pain erupt from between my legs. From where he drove his hardness into me, breaking my virginity.

I was so wrong this day could get so much worse! And I drifted off into the darkness.

January 29th 1782

Bella 14

My eyes felt so heavy and so sticky, as if I had been asleep for a long time and had that sleepy mushy stuff grow in overload in between the crevices of my eyes.

There was a pressure on my right hand, I could hear voices but they were mere whispers, I tried again to open my eyes and succeeded until I saw a bright candle was shining around the room. I tried again and it was easier this time, I just had to let my eyes adjust to the different lighting.

"Dad" I whispered. The pressure on my hand had grown tighter and it reminded me of Roy's touch. I cringed, very visibly.

"Bella, Bella, are you ok dear?" It was my father, my only family. And than ever so suddenly the pain in my abdomen was back, ever so painfully, if not worse than it was originally done.

"Ahhhh," I groaned. "It hurts! Father make it stop!" Some unknown person rushed into the room carrying a large needle. I didn't like needles but if it could even dull the pain I was feeling then I would welcome it with open arms.

I couldn't even feel the needle enter my skin, but I knew it had because the calm blackness that had enveloped me the first time had developed again. The pain was dulling, and that was all that mattered.

April 22nd 1782

Bella 15

The plan was in full action, I was standing outside his apartment building waiting for the perfect time to attack, for the perfect time to put my three month old plan into action. I was going to do the ultimate action - I was going to receive payback. He was going to feel the same amount of pain he had unleashed on me. Only he was not going to live to tell the tale.

The candles of his apartment flickered off indicating he had either left the room or was preparing for bed. I stealthily walked up to his front door and pulled the heavy door open as soundlessly as possible. There was no noise coming from upstairs proving my assumptions right, he'd gone to bed.

I snuck up the stairs without making any noise but after I had reached the top step, it gave out. With my luck I was surprised I had lasted this long. There was a very audible creak; hopefully he was asleep so he needn't hear my mistake that could quite possibly cost me my life.

There was a sudden movement from across the hall, although in darkness I could still recognise the dark figure making their way towards me. In my whole plan I hadn't had this scenario spring to mind, in my training and therapy I hadn't had to even think about an up close and personal fight with him. My only hope of winning would be if he was disorientated. Very disorientated.

I reached into my mother's large portable purse and grabbed my only weapon, my last chance for revenge and survival. I didn't want an up close and personal murder, I just wanted his life to end, and he didn't have the right to do to others what he did to me.

I clasped my hand around my small dagger and swung, I pushed it through the air with as much force as I could muster, and I heard a groan that was followed by a thud. I got my target, I got Roy. I waited for about five minutes, just standing there, before I made any move to advance towards his dying form.

There was a strong, rusty smell looming through the air and I knew it was the smell of his blood. 'Good riddance,' I thought, and I hoped it was painful for him.

As I slowly walked towards him, I wrapped my hand around my dagger that was standing tall out of his chest beside where I imagined the heart to lie. As I was preparing my strength to pull the dagger that was embedded in his chest out, a cold and dry hand made its way above mine.

My eyes flickered to his; they were slightly open, enough to show the pain in them.

"Why did you do this?" He questioned, he sounded so weak. I almost felt sorry for him but I then remembered why I was here in the first place.

I smiled evilly at him and replied. "Because honey," I said in a sickly sweet voice. "You deserved it." I growled. Within my one sentence he realised who his attacker was.

"Isabella," he murmured.

"Feels sickening to be on the other side of the knife doesn't it?" I gave him one last smile and ripped the knife out of his chest, beginning my walk out of his house. Back home to my healing father.

April 30th 1782

Bella age 15

I had been knocking constantly for the past three minutes; I was looking behind my shoulder for my father, for the police, for somebody. There was no movement; there was no one around, no one to help. There was suddenly a light illumining from the inside; a middle aged woman answered the door in a night dress looking a little frazzled.

"Is there something wrong dear?" the chestnut brown hair lady asked sounding like a very concerned parent. The only thing I managed to do was shake my head side ways, she got the picture and called the only person I knew I could trust with my life

"Carlisle" she bellowed.

There was a distant thumping coming from the above staircase before a very handsome man in his middle ages made his way down the stairs. As he reached the bottom step he saw my tear stained face and immediately became as concerned as his wife.

"Bella what's wrong? What happened? Is your father well?" He than began to lead me to a very comfortable lounge chair.

The sobs wracked through my body. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be any trouble." The tears were moving slowly down my red and puffy face. "I had nowhere else to go, they're after me!" I looked directly in Carlisle's eyes as I said this.

"Bella, who is after you?" he raised an eyebrow.

I felt my face heat with shame, I didn't want to disappoint him and I knew that by telling him the truth it would be, but I had no other choice. "The authorities!" I whispered. He heard me clearly, he had impeccable hearing. There was a loud gasp -apparently so does his wife.

"What did you do?" he asked sceptically. I looked up at him and then down at my lap; there was no easy way to say it.

"I killed him Carlisle!" I stated. His wife, whose name I really should have learned by that point, had a look of fear in her eyes. He placed his hand on her back to try and console her.

"When?" his other hand went to his face, and rubbed his tired eyes.

"A couple of days ago." I looked at his face yet again. His hand was now back by his side and he was staring at me expectantly. "He deserved it, Carlisle. It wasn't just for selfish reasons either, my reasons may have been based on revenge but they weren't biased. The way I see it is…" I paused to try and get him to see it my way. "If he did it to me how many other girls will he be able to do it to, so I was helping out the community of women." I ended, feeling proud of myself, until I saw his face. Disbelief covered every inch of it. He was really angry.

17th July

Bella 16

"Esme, I just had done it. He was the reason for Rosalie's death, I had to kill him. You had no idea the bad influence he had on my family, my mother committed suicide. My father is depressed all the time, my sister is gone and he raped me." I explained, and there was a loud gasp. "Esme please understand I love you, for everything you have done for me but I need to leave, I can't keep putting your lives in danger."

I stood from their antique table and began to walk towards the large wooden door. A strong hand pulled me backwards, I momentarily lost my balance before I caught myself and spun to face Carlisle. "You are not going anywhere," he snapped. "You are as just as much family as my flesh and blood." His face smoothed out. "Please don't leave; we can give you a life that you deserve," he begged.

"I'm sorry Carlisle. You and Esme have given me everything I have ever wanted but I need to do this. Your lives are at stake the longer I stay here, I can't, no I won't do it!" I reasoned.

I pulled my arm back and walked swiftly out of their house and lives, at least for six months, until my half yearly shot. As I reached the front porch standing in front of me in his flesh and blood was…

My father, my dearest beloved and only parent I had. "Daddy, I have missed," He embraced me in a hug, the bone crushing hugs he usually only did on Rosalie's and my birthdays. It was nice to see him feeling better and that I was missed. "You!" I finished.

We laughed and walked side by side along the path. "We cannot go home honey, I hope you realise that. The authorities have invaded our home and I couldn't save much." We kept walking. "I bought us a sailing ship, we can have a small crew and we can sail around the world and ditch the authorities." That was when I realised that we were heading towards the shipping port. "My number one priority is keeping you safe, you are my baby." A tear slid down his cheek and my heart broke for him. I was all he had left; I was the only person of the family that could keep our family alive.

"I love you Daddy," I whispered as I pulled myself closer to his body, giving him a side hug.

"I love you too munchkin," he said in a louder voice than I did. "I will keep you safe, that's my promise to you!" We continued walking down the path that would lead us to our new and hopefully safer lives.

December 25

Bella 16

We had been on our ship for a little over four months, we had a small crew, but they were strong and knew how to handle themselves in bad situations. We weren't celebrating Christmas this year, we didn't feel the need. I had everything that I could have anyway: my father was alive, the crew had finally accepted me and I was alive.

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