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Prologue
Watch out, stay awake, they're lurking. Obsess you, they are always working. Promising, everything you never asked for.—Tokio Hotel
Chapter Sixteen: Scream
Bella's Point of View
Jacob turned out to be really nice. We ended up at the bar five songs later, and he got me a water from the bartender, Steve, I think he said his name was, while I waited for him, sitting on a stool.
But despite the fact that I was having a lot of fun with Jacob, I couldn't help but feel like something about him was off. I tried to brush it off, but it just wouldn't go away. Eventually, I resorted to ignoring my intuition, and not thinking at all.
And I found it was fun. Not thinking, I mean. Probably because my thoughts were always either morbid or depressed, suicidal, even. I smiled, finally finding a real release from everything.
When Jake finally returned from an unusually long water trip, I was really thirsty. Without thinking twice, I took the Styrofoam cup and chugged the whole thing. It burned my throat, and I felt a little wobbly. Weird. Grabbing the next cup of water he had offered, I chugged that one, too. But no matter how many cups of water I drank, I couldn't get rid of the feeling.
By the time I realized what was going on, it was too late. I had let him lead me to the farthest room from the public eye, believing him when he said, "You look a little green, come one, let's go upstairs, you can rest in one of the bedrooms.
I almost wanted to laugh. How could I have been so stupid?
Then, he was kissing me. His hands went straight to my chest, down my shirt. I tried to scream, but he stifled my cries with a disgusting kiss. I was filled with a sense of fear and anger. I was so stupid! I had let him get me drunk, and now, he was going to rape me.
My vision was blurring fast, and I found myself fighting a battle to stay conscious enough to not be totally helpless. But it was no use. I knew that I was going to faint in about five minutes, if that, if I didn't do something. But there was nothing I could do.
Except one thing. Mustering up all my energy, I snapped my leg back as much as was possible on the bed, and kneed him where the sun don't shine. He cried out, well, into my mouth, as he was still trying to perform CPR on me, it seemed, and it worked.
He loosened his hold on me, and I fell off the bed, inching towards the shut door.
"Bitch!" He growled, and dragged me by my hair back to the bed. I sucked in a quick breath, and right before his mouth attacked mine, I managed a weak, "Help!"
Nothing came. I was alone. It was too loud outside of the room for anyone to hear unless they were standing right outside the door, and even if someone had heard my pathetic cry, they probably wouldn't be able to get in. Jacob wasn't stupid. He had locked the door the second he had managed to get me safely inside the confines of the bedroom.
I was about to become a statistic. This time, when I began to faint, I welcomed the darkness that I knew came with unconsciousness, my resistance dying.
Then, there was hope. The door slammed against the wall, and I was never so grateful to see him in my life.
Edward. My will to fight and stay conscious was suddenly back, stronger than before, and, adrenaline rushing throughout my entire body, I began to fight Jacob.
But even with this newfound strength, it was no use. He was too heavy to push off of me, and too strong to hurt. I didn't dare to knee him again, it had just made him angry the first time I had done that. Jacob just looked at Edward and laughed.
"Hey, Eddie, come to see the show?" Oh, right. He was part of their group. But he wouldn't just leave me here, would he? I knew he was a pig, but he had to have enough compassion to at least try to convince him, or do something, right? Jacob, who still had his hands down my shirt, was looking at Edward, obviously amused by my futile struggles. I, too, looked at Edward, pleading with him to help me. The rush of adrenaline was fading quickly. If Edward chose to simply walk away from me, shut the door, then I was lost.
But then, his expression turned from surprise to anger, and he began to walk towards us. I felt my eyes widen for a moment, before I crashed, and it all suddenly went black.
Edward's Point of View
Bella's shirt was loose, and Jacob had his hands down it. I was paralyzed by horror and surprise when I saw her and the man, the thing, I was about to kill for a moment, but it gave me just enough time to register the damage done to Bella, and the current situation.
She was struggling against Jacob's strength and weight as he kissed her pretty mouth, and he was smiling, knowing full well that he was going to get what he wanted. Well, what he might have gotten, had I not interrupted. Then, noticing I was there, watching them, he pulled away from her face, to look at me, smiling an evil smile as he said, "Hey, Eddie, come to see the show?" Bella looked at me, her eyes shining with tears, begging me to help her. She fought more fiercely for a moment before she lost the strength to do so, writhing and squirming against him as he simply laughed at her feeble attempts to save herself.
Then, I snapped out of it. Suddenly, I was at Jacob and Bella's side, and I grabbed his shoulder, landing a punch in his face. Blood trickled, showing black in the poorly lit room, from his nose, and Bella lay, limp, on the bed.
I growled, and said, "I told you to stay away! But you didn't listen, did you? You couldn't resist?" I punched him again. "No one ever taught you that that is no way to treat a woman, did they?" Feral snarls ripped from my throat, and I was shaking with anger. "You never simply take what you want from a woman, ever!" He was shaking with fear, and then, as I shoved him to the ground, thinking he was taken care of, he latched onto my wrist, and punched me in the stomach, I doubled over for a moment, and then, adrenaline shooting through me from pain and fury, I straightened out, throwing my right hook straight into his jaw. He fell limp, unconscious, from the power behind my blow, and I swiftly got rid of him, throwing him to the ground again.
I gently lifted Bella into my arms, and pressed her against my chest as I made my way from the room, struggling to fight off the pain in my stomach. That was going to bruise, but I couldn't bring myself to care about that right now. All I cared about was getting Bella home, safe. Grabbing Jasper, and texting Emmett about what happened as I balanced Bella on one arm, I became more and more worried about her condition.
Then, as if I needed this right now, Paige grabbed my arm, and tried to make me let go of Bella.
"Come on, baby, let's dance," she purred in my ear. I shoved her, maybe a bit too roughly, away from me, saying, "Paige, fuck off." I never swear in front of a girl, ever, but they were the only words I could manage that were harsh enough to stun a girl like her.
Finally, I made it to Jasper's car. Emmett and Jasper were both standing there, and Emmett looked torn between fury and panic.
"Let me see her!" He choked, his voice breaking as he rushed forward. I tried to hold her out to him, but Bella's hands suddenly latched onto my shirt, and she groaned, moving closer to me. Emmett stopped, realizing what she wasn't about to let go, and settled for stroking her hair briefly, whispering, "M poor baby sister," before gesturing back to Jasper and his car.
"Let's go," he said, his voice strained. "We are already attracting way too much attention."
I carefully climbed into the back seat, resting Bella on my lap as Jasper began to drive at an unusual speed towards Bella's house.
Whenever we went over a bump, Bella would stir, and snuggle closer to me, tightening her hold on my shirt.
Ten minutes later, we pulled into her gravel driveway, and I hopped out of the car, carrying Bella to the door. She was amazingly light for a high school girl, but I guess that she was tiny, so it sort of made sense that she wouldn't really weigh a lot.
It was once Jasper and Emmett had gone downstairs that she started talking.
Bella's Point of View
I would have never admitted it to anyone, but once I blacked out, I was subconsciously aware of what was happening around me. I couldn't see anything, but I could faintly hear, and I could definitely feel everything.
Like when Edward lifted me into his arms, and when Emmett panicked. Especially when Emmett panicked. Partly because I did too. I didn't want to have to leave Edward, and I certainly didn't prefer Emmett's arms to his. He smelled amazing, which was something I had noticed on the ride home. But once we ere halfway into the drive to my house, I sort of drifted away. Of course, whenever there was a bump, I stirred, and although I couldn't find the strength to open my eyes, I was somewhat conscious. Well, just barely, but still. Trying to be conspicuous, I clung closer and closer to Edward, enjoying the warmth his body gave off.
It wasn't until I hit the bed, that I began to dream.
Author's Note:
MUAHAHAHAHA! Another sort of but not really cliffy. Actually, this one (the cliffy) was unintentional, I just thought that it was the best way to end this chapter. This is the last chapter for tonight, sorry it was so short! I hope you all liked it! Now is the part where I beg for your reviews. Because reviews, my friends, are motivation, and motivation makes more chapters, you see, so this is all a cycle that, with your help, can be happily repeated hundreds of times. And that means a lot more chapters! I hope to update soon, though, I love you all!
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