A/N: Thanks a lot for the reviews!! I must warn that this is a Dark Edward so just be prepared. I know some of these things might not actually happen in Basic Training but it's a Fan Fic so please keep that in mind. I wil try to make it as realistc as possible. This chapter is pretty short but I hope you likes!! Sorry for false updates! This chapter it edited and my computer wasn't letting me do so i just deleted it and re uploaded. Thank you Maddux for editing and helping me out! :)

Oh and i don't anything! wish i did!! but i dont ms Meyers does.

Tonight my head is spinning

I need something to pick me up

I've tried but nothing is working

I won't stop, I won't say

I've had enough

Tonight I start the fire

Tonight I break away

Break!

Away from everybody

Break!

Away from everything

If you can't stand the way this place is

Take! Yourself! To higher places!

Break, Three Days Grace

Week 1 of Hell

Day 1

I couldn't be sure how long I stood there, simply too stunned to move, but my duffle was quickly beginning to feel heavier. I could feel beads of sweat dampening my face. His eyes never left mine as he began to slowly move towards me. He moved through the crowd like a lion stalking his prey and, unfortunately, I was that prey. I wasn't sure how much more my poor heart could take. I had to cry out from the pain, my arms were trembling uncontrollably now. His small smirk grew into a full smile. I tried to move my arms, somewhat, but I was frozen scared. I couldn't even look away from him.

Without warning, I felt my load become miraculously lighter and that's all it took to break whatever spell this devilish creature had on me. I broke eye contact with Drill Sergeant Mason and investigated what caused my load to lighten and I noticed someone's huge hand on it. I looked to my left and saw, what I could only describe as a football player. He was big, like a bear, with dark hair and dark eyes. He gave me a faint smile and I could see that he had dimples. All I could do was smile in return. I adjusted my eyes to examine his name plate and saw 'Cullen' written on it. I mouthed a 'thank you'.

"What the fuck are you doing, Private Cullen?" yelled Drill Sergeant Mason from right behind me. It caused me to yelp and fall forward, taking the person in front of me down as well. The fall and the weight of the duffle bag that landed, roughly, on my back took my breath away. I looked frantically behind me, not bothering to apologize to the person I'd knocked down and found a very angry looking Drill Sergeant Mason with his arms crossed over his chest, breathing heavily.

"Males, follow Drill Sergeant Bailey to your trailer, females, Drill Sergeant Davis will take care of you," his eyes never left mine as he spoke. I looked around and saw Cullen give me small smile and he mouthed me a quick 'sorry' before leaving.

"I'm fucking sure you're used to being on your back, Private Swan, but now is not the time for that shit, so get the fuck up. Now!" he yelled. I could feel my eyes widen and my face flame up. I quickly tried to get up but I got caught on the handles of the duffle bag, making me fall on my hands and knees.

I landed right in front of Drill Sergeant Mason. I looked up, only to see him staring right down at me, looking gorgeous.

Gorgeous? Ugh! Where did that come from?

His eyes darkened and it was almost as though he was looking down at me with lust. I stopped myself right there, I couldn't let those kinds of thoughts get in my head. I couldn't let my imagination run wild.

He crouched down so he was now at my eye level. "Well, here I was thinking you liked being on your back, but you proved me wrong, didn't you? I must say you look like you belong on your hands and knees," he whispered.

I looked around with wide eyes to see if anyone else had heard what I had heard, but it looked like everyone was oblivious to what was going on at the moment between me and Drill Sergeant Mason. I knew my face had turned 10 different shades of red. He walked away without saying another word.

The day passed without further incident, I didn't even see him anymore. I was more than thankful for that. I never wanted to see him again. He was just so…so…so…rude? UGH! Of course he was rude! More than rude! His words were so inappropriate; I doubt it was even legal.

The rest of our day was spent getting yelled at by Drill Sergeant Davis. She made us do push ups, sit ups, and squats in our ACU uniform. It wasn't until very late that we were finally able to have 'free' time, but it was only for half an hour and even that was spent organizing our wall locker.

Our trailer had 15 bunk beds and against the walls were our personal wall lockers. It had a large open space in the middle where they could yell at us comfortably. There were 4 washers and 3 dryers for all of us to use. I was ok with all of that, but our showers were what bothered me, it was a community shower. I was lucky to have Angela as my bunk buddy; she, at least, let me have the top bunk.

Day 2

We woke up to darkness and screaming. "Wake the fuck up, you shit heads! You have ten minutes to get outside. Hurry up!" yelled Drill Sergeant Davis. Lucky for me, I slept with my PT uniform on, so all I had to do was comb my hair and brush my teeth. Angela had done the same, so we were one of the first ones out. We saw the boys running out from their trailers.

I was in formation, standing at attention, when out of nowhere, I heard a small, soft voice, "Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday." I turned around to see Cullen behind me, grinning like a little kid.

"It's cool. Thank you for helping me, though. It was nice of you," I replied. "I hope you--"

"PVT SWAN! What the fuck do you think you're doing!? Huh? You fucking think this is social time? Do you and PVT Cullen need some alone time? Am I bothering you?" yelled Drill Sergeant Mason. He caught me off guard and I didn't even know where he was yelling from. I quickly stood back at attention and was so taken aback that I couldn't think right. "Well Swan? Answer me! Do you and Cullen want some alone time to get to know each other?"

"N…No…No…NO, SIR!" I yelled back. The moment 'sir' left my lips, I regretted it. I could feel my stupid face blush. "No, Drill Sergeant!" I yelled again trying to make up for my mistake. I bit my tongue so hard I was sure that it was bleeding, but the pain of it gave me relief. Suddenly, he appeared right in front of me. He hovered over my small frame. I was about 5'4", but he had to be 6'2" and from the way he filled out PTs, I could tell he was well built. Before I could examine him any further, he spoke.

"Sir?" he whispered. "Sir? SIR, SWAN?? Is that what you called me?" he was screaming now and he looked livid. "I work for a god damn living! Do you hear me, Swan? Get down and give me 20!"

I knew what he meant so I quickly dropped to the ground to do my 20 push-ups.

This was how my day started but it didn't get better by the end of it. On the contrary, it only got worse. He was like a hawk just waiting for me to do something wrong. And every time he yelled or punished me, he had this look of pure joy on his face.

Day 3

"No Drill Sergeant Mason!" whispered Cullen during our morning physical training. "I'm really, really sorry about getting you in trouble, again."

"How do you know there is no Drill Sergeant Mason, today?" I quickly asked.

He chuckled before answering, "'Cause he told us yesterday. He has the day off."

I sighed a breath of relief, "That guy hates me."

"I already told you, Bella, he doesn't hate you," Angela interrupted.

"He does! Didn't you see him yesterday? My arms feel like Jell-O, Angie! He only had eyes for me all day yesterday," I whined.

Emmet laughed and was about to say something but was interrupted by Drill Sergeant Bailey. The day passed by wonderfully. Of course, we got yelled at and got in trouble, but there was no Drill Sergeant Mason. It wasn't until dinner time that something eventful happened. We were waiting in line when two girls I'd never seen before approached me.

"You Bells?" whispered one of the girls.

"Yeah. Why?" I whispered back. We weren't allowed to look around or talk while we were in line so we were all taking a great risk. The moment I said yeah, she handed me a note which I put in my pocket. The moment I was in my bunk bed, I opened it. It was from Jacob. I felt myself smile because only he would be so reckless.

Hey Bells!

I really miss you and Ang. Tell her I said what's up. Man, I don't know about you but I'm regretting this already. It sucks here. The guys are pretty cool though but it would be so much better if you were around. I really hope this letter gets to you. I wish I could see you. Anyways, I better get going 'cause it's about to be lights out. I don't know about you but I barely have enough time to shower! Later!

XOXOXOX

Jacob

I slept horribly that night. The letter from Jacob bothered me. I read and reread it over and over again. Maybe I was reading too much into it, but it almost sounded like he wanted more than just a friendly relationship with me. I never meant to lead him on.

Day 4

We were given our M16s this morning, and the moment that the weapon hit my hand, Drill Sergeant Mason was yelling at me.

"Swan, why the fuck can't you keep that little mouth of yours closed?" yelled Mason, his face was brimming with exited rage. "Get over here right now!"

I ran with my weapon towards him, praying I wouldn't fall down. I stopped right in front of him at attention. He stepped back a couple of feet before speaking.

"Ohhh, now you feel like keeping quiet! Well, it's too late for that, don't you think?" he stated. He wasn't yelling anymore, but he was speaking loudly. "Extend your arms straight out with your weapon in front of you."

I took my weapon into both my hands and extended my arms directly in front of me.

"Spread your arms wider."

I spread my arms wider and could already feel the burn.

"Wider," he whispered.

I spread them as wide as I possibly could. My right hand was gripping the muzzle of the M16 and my left was gripping the butt of the stock. The burn was intensifying with every passing second. I tried not to move or show any signs of distress. After a couple of seconds, he spoke again.

"Now bring it over your head," he whispered again, but the moment I brought the weapon over my head, I could have sworn I heard him moan. I looked towards him and was stunned. The lust in his eyes was there, plain as day. He looked at me like he was about to wreak havoc on me and he didn't even try to mask it. No, on the contrary, a small, mischievous smile spread across his face.

I frowned and quickly looked away. My body was betraying me! It was responding to his gaze and I couldn't help but be ashamed of myself. Ashamed, because I could feel the wetness in between my legs growing. I should not be responding in this way to him.

I hate him!

My arms were on fire and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold them up. I let a small groan of pain escape me, and this time, I was certain I heard him moan. I looked towards him once more and couldn't help but gasp at what I saw. He looked wild with lust. The smile on his face was no longer small, but large and it only made him look crazier. He took two steps towards me with determination.

"Drill Sergeant Mason we need to get moving," yelled Drill Sergeant Bailey.

He stopped dead on his tracks no longer smiling. "Go," was all he said.

I literally ran to my platoon, not looking back. I was breathing heavily and it wasn't because of the running.

Get a hold of yourself, Bella.

Did I just imagine all that?

The wetness in between my legs didn't think so.

Day 5

I was more than sure I'd imagined what happened yesterday. He was worse than ever! I could feel my hate for him intensifying. He would punish me for no reason. At the end of the day, I had to take a long hot shower to try to relax my very sore muscles.

That night I decided to write a letter to Jacob. I was finding it somewhat difficult, since his last letter left me sort of confused.

Jacob,

We miss you too. Angela says hi. Things here are intense, to say the least. Thanks for making me run so much; it's really helped me a lot. I've met some really cool people here. Cullen is so funny. I think you guys would really get along, he's super funny. I tried calling my mom and dad but I think they are still ignoring me. It sucks really. How are your drill sergeants? They can't be as bad as ours. Drill Sergeant Mason is the devil's son. Hang in there buddy!

Bells

I read it and reread making sure that I wasn't giving him any wrong signals. It all sounded pretty harmless, so I folded it up and made my way to Stanley's bunk.

"Hey Stanley, you know people from Alpha company, don't you?" I asked innocently.

"Yeah, I do. Need something?" she replied.

"Well I was hoping if you could do me a huge favor. Could you get this letter to Jacob Black?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, sure, no problem, Swan, and I promise I won't read it. Boyfriend?"

"No. No, not at all. He's just a really good friend."

"Okay. Just wondering. I'll make sure he gets it."

"Thanks a lot. I owe you one."

Day 6

"Ok, so maybe he hates you," whispered Angela.

"Maybe? Maybe? Of course he does! I wasn't even talking, and he knew it! I could see it in his face. Did you look at him, Ang? He LIKES torturing me. He enjoys it!" I retorted back. I was almost hysterical by this point. To say my day start off bad was an understatement. I was stood surrounded by Cullen, Angela, and Stanley.

"Bella, he doesn't hate you," said Cullen.

"Oh. My. God. Of course he does! Have you seen my knees? They are bleeding! Making me low crawl on rocks! Is that even legal?? He doesn't pick on anyone else!" I cried. I looked up trying to stop myself from crying.

We were currently outside, cleaning our M16s.

"I think she's right. I mean have you seen the way he looks at her?" whispered Stanley.

"Look, girls, he doesn't hate her, ok? Bella, I know for a FACT that he doesn't hate you," pleaded Cullen.

"How? How do you know? I mean, it's plain as day!"

"I just do, ok?"

I cried myself to sleep. I regretted ever joining the military and missed my family.

My parents were right. I should have never joined.

Day 7

"GET UP!! GET OUT OF YOUR FUCKING BEDS!" yelled my personal devil. All three of our Drill Sergeants had just arrived in our trailer, unannounced, but that wasn't the bad part. The bad part was that it was only 2:15 am.

I was so surprised and disoriented that I fell off the top bunk. The fall took my breath away, causing me to groan loudly. Suddenly, I saw a pair of feet in front of me. Big, strong hands grabbed my arms and lifted me up so easily, it almost felt like I weighed nothing at all. Nothing could prepare me for what I saw. I found a pair of dark, lustful green eyes, staring right at me.

He lifted me even higher off the ground, so my feet were now dangling a foot from the floor and shoved me, roughly, against the nearest wall.

"Ugh…" was all that I managed to say. My eyes widened with fear and then he growled at me. He actually growled at me.

"Why the fuck aren't you wearing any shorts?!?!" he whispered at me.

OH. MY. GOD. I forgot to put my shorts on!!

In all my wisdom, I forgot to put my shorts on last night. I was so distressed last night, and for the last couple of days it's been so hot in this cramped up trailer, that I decided to just lay down without shorts on. I had intended to put them on, but I fell asleep crying. So, here I was, dangling a foot from the ground with only my Army PT shirt on, and it hardly covered me.

"I…I…I…Fo…For…Forgot," I finally managed to whisper.

His hands tightened around me.

"You're…..You're...Hu…Hurting….Me" I croaked out. I was still dangling in the air and the wall was crushing against my shoulders blades.

He moaned loudly and I could see his eyes roll into the back of his head. The sound of him made my clit twitch and I could feel myself get uncomfortably wet.

What's wrong with me?

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