A/N: Again, I don't own Twilight. I just have a lot of fun playing with the characters. Please, if you are under 18, don't read this story. This story will not be meant for anyone under the age of 18. Also, I DO NOT condone abuse or violence of any kind. This is just a story, please don't flog me or throw hate my way. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: The Nightmare

BPOV

It had been so long since I've seen the rest of the Cullen's, but I refused to ask Edward for fear that I would anger him. I have so many bruises, covering my entire torso, back, my upper arms, and my inner thighs. It hurts to breathe, sit, stand, walk, and lie down. I'm almost positive that I have some cracked ribs, but I have no way to find out. Charlie knows something is going on, but I refuse to tell him because I need to keep him safe.

When Edward wasn't physically abusing me, he was telling me horrible things that broke me more than him hitting me. I found myself in a state of pure depression and I was drowning in it. Two months of endless pain, how much longer could I bear this before it became too much? The worst of Edward's abuse came one week ago.

I was sure he was going to kill me and he probably would have because I no longer begged him to stop. My begging only fueled his anger and I refused to make things worse for myself. So, I just kept quiet and let him abuse me. If only I could keep my cries silent because he seems to enjoy hearing me cry out from the pain.

*Flashback – One Week Ago*

Edward and I just walked into my home from school and he was already pissed off because Mike Newton spoke to me in Biology and again in Gym. I had already cut Jacob out of my life against my better judgment and Charlie's constant protests. Now, though, it seemed that I would have to cut my friends from school out of my life as well. I would have nobody to turn to, which it seems was exactly what Edward wanted. No sooner was the front door shut did the first blow come.

I was walking towards the kitchen when I was hit so hard in the back that I was sent flying toward the wall. Before my body slammed against the wall, Edward was grabbing me by my throat and shoving me roughly against the wall. My feet were dangling off the floor and I was gasping for air.

He got right in my face and spoke menacingly, "You will learn one way or another that you are mine. And if that means that I have to beat you into submission that is what I will do."

Edward released his grip on my throat and I dropped to the floor, scrambling to get away from him. I finally go to my feet and ran for the stairs. It was stupid really how I thought a weak fragile human like me could out run a vampire, but I had to try.

Edward caught me before I could even reach the stairs. He roughly grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going?" He spat.

I couldn't very well tell him that I was trying to get away from him. The last time I told him that was the night I am pretty sure he cracked my ribs.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I lied. I hoped he would believe me, but the look on his face told me he knew I was lying.

"You lying bitch," he roared. "I will teach you a lesson that you will never forget."

Edward yanked me up the stairs and into my room. He threw me on the bed and stalked towards me, looking at me like I was his prey. I tried scooting away from him, but he grabbed my leg and pulled me to the edge of the bed. In a movement so quick, he shredded my jeans into several pieces, leaving me in my t-shirt and panties.

"No, Edward please." I cried out. Tears were streaming down my face. He was going to rape me and I had no way to fight him off. I was struggling with him even though I knew it was a battle that I would surely lose.

He climbed in the bed and put his hand on my thighs and squeezed hard, yanking them apart. I cried out from the pain and he laughed. Edward positioned himself between my legs, preventing me from closing them again.

"I am going to mark you in a way no man has before and no other man ever will," he said, sounding almost smug.

"Please Edward, don't do this to me," I cried. Edward's hand reached my panties and was about to yank them away from my body, but he jumped out of my bed and went to the window.

He turned back to me and sneered, "I will finish this another time. Keep your mouth shut." And then he was gone. I lay back, crying and sobbing, but then I heard the door bang open and I knew Charlie was home.

"Bella, you here?" Charlie called up the stairs.

I quickly pulled on another pair of jeans, wiped my eyes and walked out of my bedroom. As soon as Charlie saw me, he knew something was wrong.

"Bella! What's wrong?" Charlie met me on the stairs and pulled me into a hug. I sobbed into his chest for a moment before pulling back and making my way to the kitchen to start supper.

Charlie followed me to the kitchen, asking me again what was wrong. I couldn't tell him that Edward was about to rape me, but I was rescued by my father coming home early.

I mumbled, "Just a bad day," and started cooking.

My dad stayed in the kitchen, sitting at the table. I could feel him watching my every move, but I refused to turn and look at him. Charlie hovered over me the next few days, coming home from work each day within minutes of me returning home from school. I was grateful to him because that meant Edward couldn't hurt me when my dad was home.

*End Flashback*