A/N: Hello my lovelies! Here's a new chapter! You guys know what to do, REVIEW! And just because everyone is so supporting, I'm actually taking the though into consideration of continuing this story longer than I expected it to be. How's that sound? Nice? If so, leave it in a review!!

NOTE: To get this ridiculous explanation out of the way, Edward is HUMAN. It says it in the summary that this is all HUMAN.

Now that the ridiculous explanation is out of the way, here's the new chapter!

I didn't understand at all why he hated me so much. But he did. He hated me, but that's not what hurt me the most: He hated Edward.

"You know," he said against my bare chest, "Edward probably never did this to you, did he?" I whimpered as he bit my skin. He squeezed my leg at the sound of my whimper, most likely leaving another bruise. "I'm going to take that as a no." He nipped at my neck, making me groan in agony.

"Shit," I groaned, burning tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Didn't I tell not to say anything?" He spat. He grabbed the knife from his pocket, poking the end of it to my side. I thanked God that it wasn't the sharp end. "And don't even pretend like this hurts, because I know that didn't. Pretty boy Cullen has never made you feel like this, has he?" I let out a loud cry and he dug his nails into my arm, dropping the knife.

"Please stop, please. Please." All I could do now was beg. "I'll never, ever bother you again. Just please. You can take me, but please don't kill me, plea-"

He let out a large, ear piercing laugh.

"Just for that, I'm going to make you suffer."

I nodded, knowing if I were to struggle, I would die. I knew if I just took it, I would die. Either way, I was going to die.

He pulled my pajama pants off, his hands roaming down and between my legs. I screamed at the violating touch.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I screamed. His hand flew to my throat, choking me. My hand dropped to the floor, searching for the knife. My finger tips touched the end of the knife, and I kicked my up, kicking him in the stomach. He jumped back slightly, allowing me to sit up. My hand darted, with the knife in my hand, right towards his chest. He threw his hands in the air to shield himself, and I felt the tip of the knife break his skin.

"STUPID WHORE!" He screamed, his legs hitting my back, causing me to fall to the floor.

"Ow!" I screamed as the side of my head hit the table that sat next to my bed. I grabbed onto the lamp that sat on it, and turned it on, wanting to know where the hateful predator stood in my room. As I looked around, I saw him. He jumped off the bed, blood dripping from the cut I made on his arm.

"Stupid little bitch," he gritted through his teeth. He grabbed the back of my skull, pulling me up by my hair and threw me down the bed. My head hit the wall, and I sprung up at him, my nails digging into his eye sockets.

He threw me to the floor, sitting on top of my legs. I looked at his hateful eyes. They weren't even scratched. My eyes flooded with a pool of tears, and he tugged off my underwear, leaving me bare and completely naked.

"Little bitch," he muttered before parting my legs. I kicked, and I wasn't sure why. But I kicked my legs up, and he grabbed the knife and put it up in the air, showing it to me.

"See this?" He asked. I could see it going back and forth in his hand. "If you don't part your pretty little legs, I will break them, and you will suffer, just like I said."

I let out a long, sorrowful cry, hoping Edward would hear it by some chance.

He parted my legs for the second time, and I knew this was it, the end. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see the last moments of my life.

"You deserve this, you stupid little whore. You deserve this." He cupped my face in my hand, and I felt rough, warm lips press to my lips. His lips parted on top of mine, and bit my lower lip, making me scream against his lips. "You asked for it." He squeezed my breasts in his hands, and entered me quickly. I felt myself rip slowly, my heart ripping a long with it, knowing I could never be Edward's. I could never have that special first time with him. I screamed with each thrust he forced into me, and he yelled at me to stop. He bit my neck the entire time, breaking skin slightly. His breathing was quick and hitched against my neck. I wanted more than nothing at this moment that it was Edward's warm breath on my neck.

I screamed out in agony as he pushed one, final thrust into my body. He rolled onto his side, his arm around my waist.

"Stupid whore," he mumbled against my shoulder. My body shook with wracking, painful sobs under his arms, but I knew he didn't care. I heard his breathing get slow and even. He fell asleep.

And my luck was restored.

A/N: I am totally nauseous right now. I hate writing stuff like this, but I love it at the same time. I know people who've been through this and it's sad. But, this is the way the story goes. Please, please review! I love you all SO much for reviewing. And at the end of the story, I will take the time to read one of your stories if you have posted a story up!

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