Disclaimer: I sadly do not own twilight. Enjoy!

I was floating. I saw a light in the distance. All I could think about was Zach- well I should say Jacob.

Jacob was the ex I really wanted to get away from in Phoenix. He was abusive, mentally, physically, and emotionally. You name it, he did it. I still remember the day I finally told my mom what was going on.

Flashback:

I walked in the house to see my mom standing there.

"We need to talk." Was all she said. I thought I had did something wrong but I just let her talk.

"Bells sweetie, you've changed so much, you just aren't yourself anymore. I need to know what's wrong. Is it Jacob?"

I broke down. I hate keeping things away from my mom.

"Mom, he hits me, yells at me, and everything. I just want to get away from him mom, you have to help me." I showed her the bruises. She started to cry muttering things like, she's my baby, how could I have not known.

"Mom, there's no way you could have known I was trying to hide this from you and I'm sorry. I should have told you but I was scared,."

When we finished talking she called my dad and told him I would be coming to live with him. I wanted to get away from Jacob but I didn't want to leave my mom.

So there. The next day is when I found my mom. I hate myself because I feel like this is all my fault. But anyway.

I hear somebody calling me. He sounded like an angel.

Wait- that's Edward. I wanted to wake up so badly, but I just didn't have the strength. All of a sudden, I was jolted awake. I heard the beeping of machines. Great, a hospital. I hate them so much. I tried to sit up, but I failed miserably.

"Sleep Bella." Edward said. So I did.

I woke up to find Jacob sitting by my bed.

"I told the doctors you fell down the stairs, if you tell, you ARE dead. Okay?"

"Yeah you fucking bastard! I should tell them. I fucking hate you! Why the hell are you here?"

I could see him shaking with anger. I don't know what gave me the confidence boost. But I kept going.

"You know what I don't want to hear it. Just leave me the hell alone."

"you little bitch! Just wait till you get out of here." Well, that knocked me down a bit. So I just kept my mouth shut till he left. After I was sure he was gone, I sobbed silently to myself. Edward walked in.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, just please leave me alone." I said. I just wanted to be by myself. He didn't leave.

"I can't to that Bella. I may not know you that well, but I care about you."

"I don't give a damn! I just want to be alone, now get the hell out!"

I saw hurt flash through his eyes. I didn't want to hurt him, but with Jacob, he'll kill Edward before he kills me. With that he left.

I finally got out of the hospital, back to school tomorrow. I dreaded to see Jacob. But sooner or later it would happen. I didn't have my dad anymore, so I'm living with Jacob. The day I got home, he put my things in his room. We barely talked for the hour that he was there.

"So, I'm going out drinking tonight with Tyler..." Jacob said offhandedly, slumping down in the sofa next to me.

"Cool." Was my genius response.

And that was our conversation for the night.

"OK, I'll speak to you later," I quickly said goodbye to my mom, as Jacob marched into the room looking sullen.

"Who were you talking to?" He immediately demanded.

"My mom..." I replied, confused that he had jumped to that conclusion.

He pushed past me and pressed the re-dial button on the telephone. It went to my mom's home number and she immediately picked up.

"Yes?"

There was a silence.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

She waited for another short moment before sighing and hanging up.

I grinned smugly back at Jacob, who grunted before turning and going to the kitchen to grab some booze.

"Bells, are you coming up?" Jacob asked tiredly, as he stood towering over the sofa down towards me.

"In a minute," I replied, trying to prolong the moment until I had to go up and sleep with him.

"Bells," Jacob warned, turning suddenly dark as he leaned a little closer to me - his drunken breath could mix with mine. "Are you coming up?"

"I said in a minute," I retaliated, getting annoyed.

"Bells, are you coming up now?" He leaned even closer, so our lips were touching.

"No."

He bit the side of my mouth, and I jumped from the shock. With his spare hand, it clamped around the back of my neck so he could pull me closer.

He put his mouth to the side of my ear, "Are you coming up now?"

I wanted to test him to his limits... show him that I wasn't just going to let him screw my life over. Even if I knew I would get hurt.

"No."

His hand slammed into the side of my cheek, pressing against my bruise that he had caused from our last encounter.

He pressed his cheek against mine, his nails digging into the side of my neck. "Would you like to re-think your answer?"

"No."

"Don't push me Bells,"

I didn't answer.

His left hand clamped around my arm, dragging my body to him. He was gripping so hard that the blood stopped being able to reach my finger tips, and I groaned, pressing my lips together to try and stop myself from making a noise.

Then, as suddenly as he had done it, he let go of my arm, and I screamed a little louder as blood started pumping back into my fingers.

"Bells?"

"No."

He kicked out at my bad ankle, and it crumpled beneath me.

I slumped against the floor, cradling my foot to my chest as pain shot through every muscle in my body.

He knelt beside my head as I lay, panting hard against the wooden floor.

"Bells?"

"Yes," I replied weakly - resigning. "I'm coming up now."

Jacob had already left. I had been left clear instructions,

I had been left clear instructions.

1. I wasn't allowed to go out.

2. I wasn't allowed to use his home phone or my mobile to contact anyone.

3. I couldn't cook myself a meal.

4. I was to clean the house whilst he was out.

Complete bull.

In hell was I going to listen to him! His personal slave... was that his idea of a joke?

Well it sucked... badly.

I took a deep but shaky breath, letting it fill my battered lungs. The violence had gotten worse - as I had predicted - throughout the week, and every time I put up some resistance, it would force him to use the only means he knew to win.

There was bound to come a point when I cracked, and when he really had pushed me to the limits.

I had nobody to talk to. So I was here. By myself. And that was my Sunday.

Monday came, and so did Biology.

Edward must have seen I was upset, he asked what was wrong, so I gave him a simple answer.

"Everything." And with that, I broke down in class.

Me and Edward were excused.

We talked for a while.

He pulled a tissue out of his pocket, along with a piece of paper.

"My number, just incase."

"Thanks. For everything."

What I didn't know was that number, would soon be my lifeline.

The lifeline to my savior.