Let the Games Begin
A series of one-shots from LPAG
- - Tainted Love - -
Isabella Marie Swan ; April 12, 2008. 12:53 PM
I felt an immediate rush of stress and tension dissipate throughout my body when the professor announced that class was dismissed. I quickly gathered all of my books and swung my purse over my shoulder, making sure not to look behind me to see Jacob staring me down. I pushed pass all my classmates that were strolling through the aisle way and brushed my way out of the door.
I breathed out a sigh of relief when I looked over my shoulder and saw that he wasn't following me. I kept my head down and eyes locked to the ground as I squeezed through the groups of kids and teachers that were in my way. My hands shook in front of me as I pushed open the door to the restroom and stepped inside.
I took in a deep breath through my nose as I set my purse and books on the connected sinks. I rested my hands on the tiled washing units and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were wide open with the alertness and panic that I felt in my body. They were sunken in and red with dark marks rimmed around them from all of the sleepless nights I've had lately. My skin was an ashen, deathly looking color that did not look appealing. Everything about me was revolting. And it was all due to one kid.
He made me like this.
He made me skittish and always on edge if there was an unfamiliar noise around me. He made me check all my windows at night to make sure they're locked. He made me able to never watch those sick shows on CBS anymore. Yes. I'm pathetic.
And he made me like that.
I gripped the hem of my shirt tightly as I squeezed my eyes shut and took a cleansing breath in through my nose. Stop it, Bella. Don't let him get to you. These mental reassurances were really getting old. Conscience Bella had no idea what the hell she was talking about.
With one final deep inhale through my nose, I pushed myself off of the sinks and grabbed onto my purse before turning around and making my way into a stall. However, I didn't get far before I felt a large hand grab onto my arm and tug me backwards. My head shook with the impact of it slamming against the linoleum sinks. I gasped sharply as the air got knocked out of me.
I slithered down, somehow lying on my back in the middle of the bathroom. I moaned and turning my head back and forth. I struggled to try and clear my vision. All it was were blurred figures and bright lights.
A large black shadow hovered over me as my eyes were beginning to go back to normal.
My brain was a jumbled mess as I felt the man yank on my leg and pull me back to where the stalls were. He twisted me and jolted my body around on the ground. I ended up on my stomach. I tried to use my fingernails to dig into the tile to keep me grounded. It didn't work.
He dropped my feet to the ground roughly. I heard strange noises. Buzzing and beeps, as well as a voice deep in the back of my mind. It sounded so alien and gurgling. I could barely make it out.
"Why won't you like me, Bella?" he asked, pained. The voice was almost recognizable. "I want you to like me, Bella." I groaned and rolled my head to the side. His thick hand snatched my jaw and pulled my face around so I was looking at his shadowed figure once again. "Like me," he breathed and ran nose along my cheek.
Jacob.
The only action of fear in my body was my increased heart rate. I had no energy in me whatsoever to open my mouth and scream out for help. No matter how much I tried.
I heard a sound that knocked my heart rate up another level. The sound of a zipper floated around the uncomfortably silent room. It took me a minute to realize that it was my zipper, and he almost had my pants halfway down my legs.
"No," I breathed as my legs twitched to kick, but they wouldn't budge.
Just then, I could vividly hear a conversation floating closer and closer to the bathroom door. There were two girls at least, and they were on their way here. The door pushed open and the girls' giggling stopped abruptly as they must have saw what was in front of their eyes.
Jacob stiffened on top of me.
"What the fuck are you doing?" one screamed loudly.
"Get the hell off of her, sicko!" the other added.
"Fuck," Jacob hissed into my ear and stood up swiftly. I let out a breath as I felt him begin to run away, but not before he successfully kicked me in the ribs. I gasped and curled up into the fetal position, finally feeling myself snap back down into reality.
I could hear the door bang shut as Jacob bolted out of the bathroom, but the two girls stayed with me.
"Leah," one whispered urgently. I felt someone's hand touch the side of my head. "Go get help."
One person to the left of me got up and ran out of the bathroom; Leah, I'm guessing her name was. The one who spoke stayed close to my side and continued to soothe me. "Shh, it's okay. He's gone. My name's Emily, I'm not going to hurt you."
I could only wish.
It took a while, but eventually the Dean walked in with campus security guards. Both Emily and Leah gave the police the description of Jacob, and I tried to see straight. The paramedics showed up within five minutes of the police being there, and I was told I had to be put on a stretcher with a neck brace, to my utter humility. And of course, Charlie arrived not three minutes after I was placed on a bed in the emergency room.
"Bella!" he shouted as he shoved past several doctors and nurses. One man in a white lab coat wrapped his thick arms around my father and restrained him from coming any closer to me. "Bella," he struggled against the doctor with a wild look in his eye. I've never seen it before. "Honey!"
I whimpered and clenched my eyes shut as someone poked and prodded my head as they wheeled me down the bright hallway. It was bright. I didn't like it. Sounds of ambulances and chatter were floating all around the air. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and sleep forever.
I was transported onto a different bed, and actually hospital bed, and they continued to poke me. Something got jammed into the back of my hand. Something got attached to my chest. Something got pushed up my nose. And then something strange coursed through my blood. It made me sleepy.
The last thing I heard was the voice of a familiar male voice.
"He got away – we couldn't find him anywhere."
Short, yes. But hey. It's out. I told you all I would keep up with these! Sorry it's so late, though. Once again, my excuse is school. It's been horrendous lately. I've been working my ass off to get into a good college. Anyways, that's one instance of Bella's backstory. What would you like to see next?