Author's Note:
Hey Everyone! I'm back again! Sorry about the bum chapter, I hope that this one is better than the last. SO, a few things. First off, I may be putting a poll up on my profile, for you to vote on which story you may want me to start next. Second, Although I have yet to be inquired about it, I feel it is necessary to mention.
The length of this story. I plan for this fanfiction to continue for a long, long time, partly because this is only the beginning of Bella's freshman year. A few people have asked me about if I am going to skip periods of time or not, and the answer is that I may do so, but I am not completely decided on that yet. I have a few layouts that I m debating on. There may be four installments of this, this fanfiction, What Happens Next, being freshman year, and then sophomore, junior, and senior year each being their own separate fanfiction. That way it doesn't seem to drag on forever and ever. The alternative would be like a two-hundred chapter fanfiction, which would be absolutely ridiculous to read. Funny, but absurd. I know this is a very long author's note, but please just bear with me. Okay, so, third thing. I'm not sure what I should do about Miss Congeniality. I am thinking of letting someone else continue it, but if you hate that idea, review and tell me, or pm me. I just feel horrible that I have neglected it for so long. OKAY! I believe I am done! On to the advertisements!
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Prologue
Protect me from what I want, protect me from what I want, protect me from what I want, protect me protect me.
Chapter Nineteen: Protect Me From What I Want
Bella's Point of View
Jacob was really a sweet, caring boy. After detention, I called my brother to tell him I was going out to eat with friends, and Jacob and I had ended up in a Johnny Rockets in Port Angeles. I soon learned that Jacob Black was a junior who played football, and benched an unbelievable amount of weight. His father was Billy Black, and had been handicapped by some sort of freak accident or something.
He was so dreamy. He didn't force himself onto me, like, like…who was it? I shook my head. I was losing it.
When we left the restaurant, it was pretty late, and not to mention cold. I shivered, feeling my arms and legs break out into goose bumps, and my nose becoming red. Jacob laughed, saying, "You're a little cold there, aren't you?" I nodded, clutching my body with my arms, trying desperately to retain what little warmth I had left. This only made him laugh more, and I glared at him. He was putting his coat on, still laughing at my obvious discomfort. Sighing, I mustered my strength. The car was a good distance from here, because Jacob hadn't wanted to pay for the five-dollar parking by the bridge.
By the time we reached the car, my face and ears felt frozen, and my entire body was vibrating from the chill that had long since reached deep down into my bones and made my muscles tight and achy. Of course, Jake didn't have that problem, he, after all, had a coat. But I, I was shit out of luck, it seemed.
"J-J-Jake, c-c-c-c-a-n-n-n y-y-o-u-u t-t-t-u-r-n-n o-n-n t-the h-heat-t-t?" I chattered, as we drove down the highway at a breakneck speed. He laughed and shook his head at me. "Nah, it's fine, I'm too hot, anyways." He remarked, and put all the windows down. Hot?! How in the bloody hell could you be freaking hot?! I thought to myself. But whatever, even if Jake was extremely oblivious, he was, well, nice, I guess. I rubbed my forehead, the cold making my skin tight and itchy. It was then I felt the bruise. I yelped in pain, and, again, Jake laughed. "That's a pretty good bruise you got there, Bella, what did you do to yourself?" I frowned, my mouth opening and closing, trying to think of an answer. The truth was, I had no idea how the hell I had gotten that bruise. I gave up, and shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to say anything, because already, I could feel my frown causing my chapped lips to crack painfully. I tasted the rust-like blood in my mouth, closing my eyes and grabbing my stomach to keep from fainting.
Finally, we made it to my house. I snuck in, after saying bye to Jake, and crept up the stairs. I should have known. Once I shut my bedroom door, I flicked the light switch on, and turned. Then, I almost had an arrhythmia. "Emmett!?" I hissed, jumping about ten feet into the air, clutching my hand to my chest in fright and surprise.
"Where the hell were you, Bella?" Emmett demanded. I almost blurted out the truth, but this little voice in the back of my head told me otherwise.
"I—was with friends at the diner." I stuttered. Emmett narrowed his eyes, before mumbling and leaving my room. Finally, for the first time that day, I was alone. I let out the breath I had been holding, and realized that I was practically convulsing with cold. I was actually sure I probably had hypothermia, so I hurriedly changed, and hopped into bed, curling up into a ball to try and gain some body heat back. But I couldn't. There was no heat. So, sighing, I crept to the bathroom, turning on the water, and cranking it up.
Slowly, I began to undress, wincing as my body shook painfully. I stepped into the shower without thinking, and nearly screamed in pain as the boiling hot water hit me. I clumsily turned it to the coldest it could go, and smiled as the heat hit me. Yes, heat. I was so cold, what would normally be a freezing shower was considerably warm. Slowly, my shivers and convulsions slowed, and almost completely stopped. When the water felt frigid, I turned the heat up all the way, and finally felt warmth enter my entire body. But I was still so so cold. I stepped out of the shower, trying to think of something to ease this pain and discomfort. I had read somewhere that body heat was the best way to go, not showers, but I wasn't about to go ask Emmett to hop into bed with me and be my own personal heater. (A/N: I know I know, just ignore the implications there.)
Sighing, I unwrapped the towel that I had knotted around my body, as I was now in the privacy of my room, and let out a muffled gasp. I was covered in cuts and bruises. How had I not noticed this? What had happened to me.
A ringing resounded in my ears, getting louder and louder, until finally I thought my eardrums would explode, and then, it was all white.
Flashback:
"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!"…
End of Flashback
I gasped. Jacob. He was raping me. I was about to get up, as I apparently had fallen onto the floor, when another vision hit me.
Flashback:
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.
End of Flashback
I rolled over, and made it onto my bed, when there was another one…
Flashback:
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.
End of Flashback
I gasped, shooting up into sitting position. I felt as if I had just surfaced from being under water, and I drew a long, painful breath, before getting up and putting a sweatshirt and some sweatpants on for bed shaking.
Where they flashbacks? Premonitions, maybe? Hallucinations? I shook my head, and fell into an uneasy sleep.
Dream:
"No! Jacob, stop, please," I sobbed desperately. It was pitch black, except for Jacob's hulk-like body, pinning me down to the ground as I struggled futilely to break free. But no matter how hard I tried, it was useless.
Then, it was gone. The one thing I vowed never to give to anyone, was taken from me. I felt so dirty, so, wrong.
End of Dream
I woke up, and gasped, finding myself in tears. I curled into a ball, and, half-asleep, started to sob, "Don't let him hurt me. Please," Over and over, until I fell asleep.
But right as the thick black began to take over, I could have sworn that I felt someone's arms wrap around me, and ghostly fingertips grazing my forehead gently. I snuggled deeper into the warmth, and fell asleep.
Edward's Point of View
I am horrible. Worse than horrible. I knew I should not have, but I did it anyways. I had to see her. Climbing the ladder-like structure that reached up, vines twisted around it, to Bella's bedroom window. As I crept into her room, I heard her moaning, and whimpering. What was she dreaming about?
"Jacob's so nice,"She sighed, and then, she started to writhe around, the sheets twisting around her body as she struggled against some dream-attacker. I carefully, but with urgency, went to her, and, without thinking, cupped her face with my hand, my fingertips brushing gently over her cold skin. "Jacob, stop, don't please!" she begged.
I cringed. She was dreaming about what had happened, most likely. Then, she started to stir. My eyes widened in panic, and I withdrew my hand as she gasped, waking. I didn't dare move. If she opened those beautiful eyes and saw me here, she would most likely kill me. But, by some miracle, she never did. She started to cry, however, and my hands apparently had minds of their own. I gently slid my arms around her body, and pressed myself to her. She was shivering, and her lips were purple. How long had she been shaking like this? Worry took over, and I gently brushed the hair that had covered her beautiful face away from it. She sighed, and, to my shock, wrapped her arms around me and pressed herself even closer to me. "Jake, it's so cold, put the windows up," she mumbled. I gritted my teeth, trying to suppress my growls. She was with him? What the hell was she thinking? I sighed, realizing there was nothing I could do about it now, and merely tried to stay. "I'm s-s-so c-cold," Bella stuttered, her body starting to shake violently. Tears were falling from her beautiful eyes, so I did what I could. I pressed myself even closer to her, trying to transfer as much warmth as I possibly could to Bella's body.
Eventually, it worked, and her breathing slowed down, her shaking ceasing. But I found I couldn't pull away from her. One of my fingertips ghosted across her now-pink lips, back and forth, mesmerized.
It was getting dangerously light out, I finally noted with a pang of fear. I gently extracted myself from her grasp, and climbed back out the window, sprinting home.
Bella's Point of View
The next morning, I was greeted with an extremely slobbery kiss from Bones. I laughed, and picked him up, before getting ready for school. I had made up my mind about Jacob.
I was only being paranoid about things. Jacob was so nice and sweet, and caring, there was no way he would ever do that to me. If anything, if it was a flashback, I had simply gotten the face screwed up, and Edward was the rapist, not Jacob.
Therefore, I had also made up my mind about Edward Cullen. He was trouble, trouble that I should most definitely avoid at all possible costs. I sighed as I waited impatiently for Emmett to finish getting all primped and beautified for Rosalie, while we were all piled into his huge, monster-like Jeep. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity of torture, also known as being subjected to Mike Newton's nonstop, pointless chatter, Emmett appeared from the house. I growled angrily. He looked exactly the same as he had twenty freaking minutes previous. The flipping idiot needed to learn how to move, or his butt was going to be in a very painful sling. In fact, I was about to start the screaming and yelling, when I found that Rosalie had beat me to the punch. And let's just say, what followed was definitely worth the wait.
"Emmett. McCarty. Swan. Get into the FUCKING car, NOW" Rosalie snarled. Emmett, wide-eyed, nodded like a cowering child getting screamed at by furious parents. Times ten. I burst out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, while Alice turned to me, wide-eyed as Emmett, and was making panicked signals to knock it off. She shook her head, mumbling, "Shut up Bella," through her teeth. I only laughed harder, that is, until Rosalie turned on me. Suddenly, the situation didn't seem quite so hysterical.
"Why the hell are you laughing, Isabella?!" she growled angrily. I shrugged my shoulders, shaking my head and stuttering feebly, "Uh, um, er, nothing?" She gave a small humph, before turning and getting into the front seat Emmett was still shaking, fumbling like an idiot as he struggled to put his seat belt on. Finally, he mumbled, "Fuck it," and off we went.
It turns out, that impromptu show cost us big time. We all had detention for being extremely late for school and classes, and well, let's just say Emmett's head is going to be severely bruised for a while. We had all hit him over the side of the head when no faculty or teachers had been watching, and he had a large red mark on his left cheek.
When lunch finally rolled around, I sat with Jacob again.
"So, Bella, um, well, I was, uh, wondering if, um, maybe you wanted to be my girlfriend?" Jacob stuttered adorably. I laughed, and nodded happily. "Of course, Jake!" I practically squealed, and hugged him from across the table. Then, he kissed me. I almost gagged as he rudely forced his tongue down my throat, but responded as if it were the greatest gift someone had ever given to me. He was so nice, I couldn't judge him simply by the fact that he was absolutely the worst kisser to ever grace this earth. Stop, Bella! Don't be so mean! I scolded myself. Finally, the bell rang, and he broke away.
"Let's skip class," Jacob said, his voice low and husky. I shook my head, laughing. "No. Jake, sorry, but I'm not getting into anymore trouble today." He huffed sadly, and left, waving goodbye as he headed towards the parking lot.
I sighed, walking in a Jacob-induced fog to Biology. When I reached my seat, however, I snapped out of it immediately. Edward was there. I shook my head to rid my thoughts of the thick daze, and sat on the very edge of the small chair, leaning away from Edward as he shot me murderous glares.
"Isabella, why are you kissing Jacob Black," he growled, as snarls ripped through his entire being, shaking his body violently. His knuckles were bone-white, and I shrank away from him even further. "Don't hurt me," I whimpered. He stopped, and gave me a confused look. "W-what?" he whispered shakily. "I-I remember what you did to me at that party two nights ago, Edward, don't come near me," I said fearfully. His expression became that of agony.
"Bella, I—I never hurt you. I could never hurt you." He whispered, and reached out to me. I nearly fell off my seat, shrinking still further from his outstretched hand. He slowly relinquished his hand. "I—I'm sorry," it sounded like he was about to break down. But I didn't care. All I knew was that he was dangerous to me. I simply ignored him, scooting my chair as far as possible from his. Never had I wished for class to start like I did now.
I should have known. The second Mr. Banner entered the small room, juggling unwieldy cardboard boxes; I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. This could not mean anything good.
"Now, class, quiet down, please, I know you are all probably wondering what the heck is in these boxes." He said, right after the bell rang, signaling the official start of class. Then, he pulled out things that read on the packaging, American Red Cross Blood Drive, and had that ominous red emblem sitting there below the print daintily, as if totally innocent. I closed my eyes, breathing through my nose feverishly as I struggled to keep the light-headedness and the nausea at bay. It was a fight I was losing though.
Mr. Banner took out little plastic objects, and I felt as if the room was spinning, faster and faster. It was getting harder to swallow, as bile began to build in my throat.
Then, snapping it open, he began to explain what they were for. I took one little look at the prick at the tip of the square-like thing, and soon, ringing drowned out his voice. I was somewhat aware of someone picking me up and carrying form the class, but then, it all went pitch black.
Edward's Point of View
Lunch time used to be the highlight of my day. I mean, why shouldn't it be? It was a small reprieve from classes, and gave me the opportunity to wolf-down much needed sustenance.
But as of that day, I decided to skip eating, or even being present in the room, at that damned time. Why? Because as I went to sit down and eat my lunch, I got a front-row view of Bella. And Jacob. Kissing. Well, I'm not really sure if it can even be called kissing, because it looked like he was attacking her mouth. She looked like she was choking, or in pain, at the very least. I desperately wanted to go kill him How dare he?
But I knew it was much more than just instinctual protectiveness I was feeling for Bella. I knew it was also largely because I didn't want him to be the one to do that. I wanted to be the one kissing her beautiful lips. But the cold, hard fact was that it wasn't me. It was the very person who had, just two night ago, nearly driven her to the brink of insanity. He hadn't been there to witness that. I had been, though, and I had vowed to myself, and to Bella, as well, that I would never let him touch her or hurt her again. I had broken that promise, and I looked on with hate, and anger, and remorse as my heart was shattered yet again. I had not believed it to be possible. I hadn't thought that I could possibly feel worse. But I could.
And it made me realized, yet again, just how badly I had fucked up.
I entered the stuffy science classroom, angry, and hurt. But when Bella came in, looking all starry-eyed and happy, All my sadness dissipated, and turned into a cold, bitter fury. Snarls ripped painfully through my entire body, but I didn't care. She didn't seem to notice me, let alone anyone, at all, until she reached her seat. Blinking slowly, her expression transformed as she saw me, into one of fear and terror. What? But that didn't stop me from growling out to her, "Isabella, why are you kissing Jacob Black," she cringed away, whimpering, as she stuttered, "Don't hurt me," Then, finally, my anger and pure outrage was replaced by shock and confusion. What the hell was she talking about? I would never even dream of hurting her. No matter how mad I was. She was the love of my life, as corny as it may sound.
"W-what?" I whispered shakily. "I-I remember what you did to me at that party two nights ago, Edward, don't come near me," Bella said fearfully.
And then, there was agony. Pure, horrible, torturous agony. She thought that I had tried to rape her. Bella Swan, the beautiful, fragile creature, whom I had calmed that terrible night, whom I rocked back and forth as she quite nearly lost her mind over the trauma of it, and the girl whom I had held so close to my body and my heart last night, thought I had attempted to rape her.
"Bella, I—I never hurt you. I could never hurt you." I murmured, my eyes becoming blurry and moistened by my tears. I blinked them back, and desperately reached for her, my hand stretching out to try and comfort her.
But it was in vain. Bella only shrunk further away from me, and so, I shakily withdrew my arm, and uttered a feeble, broken, "I—I'm sorry," I could feel the tears that had refused to go away threatening to spill over. But she only scooted the chair she was seated on further and further away from me, so much so that f she went any further, she would be out in the aisle between the rows of desks.
Finally, Mr. banner walked into the classroom, struggling with three large, awkward cardboard boxes. He set them down onto the ground right as the bell rang, signifying the official start of the class. Sighing loudly, I tried to pay attention. It didn't help that Emmett had already had this class, though, and had told me what we were going to be doing that day. Blood-typing, apparently.
After what had happened to Bella at the party, and at their house, as well, Emmett and I had become friends. Not best friends, and he still didn't completely trust me, but we were still friends nonetheless. I guess the same couldn't be said for Bella, the person whom I most wanted to be friends with. Oh, the irony. I sighed again, and looked over at Bella.
Bella's face was pale white, and she had her eyes closed, breathing in and out of her nose as she grasped her stomach with one hand and gripped the edge of the table with another. I moved closer, ready to catch her if she fainted r something, and it only got worse.
I stole a quick glance at Mr. banner at the front of the room, right as he pricked Mike Newton with the disposable metal thing they use in hospitals sometimes for little kids who can't have blood taken by a full needle. At, least, I think.
But I didn't have any more time to contemplate these frivolous thoughts. Bella was starting to slump, and she was trembling. I raised my hand, speaking before Mr. Banner could even begin to call on me.
"Mr. Banner, Bella needs to go to the nurse, she's fainted, can I bring her?" I asked as fast as I could. Shocked by the impromptu interruption, he nodded slowly, confused, as his brain registered the information. I didn't even wait for that to get up, though. I threw one of Bella's arms over my own shoulder, and helped her walk out, well, I made it look like she was conscious enough to walk, before kicking the classroom door shut more forcefully than I had intended, and hoisting her limp body up into my arms.
Yet again, I was reminded of just how light this little angel was. She seemed even lighter than before, but that might have just been me, not actually her. Walking as fast as I could possibly go, I made my way to the nurse's office, holding the frail girl in my arms. I ignored my protesting muscles, and pushed through the office doors.
The secretary, Mrs. Cope, gasped. "Oh, dear," she said in that high voice (A/N: Like Rooney's secretary in Ferris Bueller's Day off!)
When I finally reached the nurse, she took Bella and set her down on the blue, synthetic cot. I bit my lip, praying to god that Bella was alright.
Deep down, some part of me knew that I was overreacting completely. I just couldn't help it, though. The one thing I cared about in life was hurt. And if she was hurt, that meant I felt it full force as well.
Bella's Point of View
I groaned, blinking a few times as I tried to sit up. But I couldn't, two hands gently forced me to lay back down. Squinting, I opened my eyes, cringing as the bright lights blinded me for a moment. But when I could see again, I was gripped by an overwhelming feeling of fear and terror.
Edward was leaning over me. And I had nowhere to go.
Author's Note:
So, how was it? Better than the last chapter, I hope? This is the longest chapter I have ever written, and when I say ever, I mean, EVER! Haha, so, anyways, did you like it? Not too confusing or scattered, right? Hopefully, this chapter makes you all very happy, but if it doesn't, again, feel free to flame all you want! As long as it's in the form of a review! So, I have decided that I want to let someone else continue the Miss Congeniality story, rather than me. I just don't feel that motivated anymore. If you wish to take this story, pm me a writing sample, something that has to do with Miss Congeniality, and I'll decide who to give the fanfiction to so they can continue to write. I am really sorry, it's just, I feel like if I try and write it, Ill fail, because I just don't feel the motivation to write the story. I have become so caught up in writing this, and I haven't given Miss Congeniality a single bit of attention. So, again, if you wish to continue the story, pm me a sample of a Miss Congeniality-related piece or something, and I'll make a final decision. I really am truly sorry about this.
Anyways! Review the chapter! I believe that I only got a grand total of three for the last one, but that was to be expected, seeing as the chapter sucked completely in my opinion. Now, enough with my rambling, I love you all!
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All My Life, Gifted, and The Lost Daughters of Russia, by flutetenorsaxplayer2008.
All This Green!, by teamedwardc101
Soccer With Her, by My . Edward . Anthony (sorry bout the mistake!)
I don't need a savior! By RobDaZzLes
Cleaning Out My Closet by Twihead22796
The Sequel to The Lost Daughter of Russia by Flutetenorsaxplayer2008
I Want You to Want Me by The Perisher
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PEACE!
Norah
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