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Chapter 6: YMCA
BPOV

"I knew it, you fucking bitch! I knew you were cheating on me! I've known for months!" I heard him yell. I was hiding in the closet, where mommy told me to, doing my best to stifle my sobs. I was scared. I had never seen Daddy this drunk.
"Damn you Charlie! Do you even want to know WHY!?" She shrieked.

"I don't give a shit!" I then heard the sound of him hitting her, and a whimper of pain.

"You haven't cared! You weren't there when I needed you! All you do is drink! I couldn't take it anymore! I needed someone!"

"I pay for this goddamned house. I pay the bills, I pay for you to get your hair done. I pay for fucking everything. What else do you need?!" he yelled, and I heard the sound of crashing and screaming.

"Charlie.. please.. I'm sorry! Maybe.. maybe we can get help! If only you would stop drinking.. be the old Charlie I fell in love with." I heard her begging, and I curled up tighter, shoving my fist in my mouth to stop myself from crying out loud.

I heard more crashing after that, and more screaming. After about a half an hour, I heard one final loud scream. Then everything was quiet for a few minutes.

"Fuck!" I heard from him, then the sound of him walking to the door. As soon as I heard the front door open and close, I ran out of the closet to the living room.

"Wake up.."

"Wake up!" My eyes snapped open, and I sat up quickly, breathing hard, cold sweat rolling in beads down my damp skin.

Edward was leaning over me, looking a little alarmed. I looked around, and noticed the blankets on his bed were tangled around me. I wasn't surprised, but I was mortified.

"You were screaming and yelling.. You were going to wake everyone up." He said, looking away to hide the concern I briefly saw in his eyes.

"Sorry… bad dream." I said dumbly. My heart was still beating too hard and too fast, and I was trembling, trying to keep my emotions in check. I had that dream almost every time I slept. Sometimes it would go further, and that was when it was the worst. Sometimes I just dreamt of all of the crap Charlie has done to me. These were the reasons I avoided sleep as much as possible.

"I figured… do you erm..", he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable, "Want to talk about it or something?" he said quietly.

I shook my head. "Not particularly. I would rather just… forget about it. I am sorry I woke you up.

He sighs, and nods. "It's still early, do you want to go back to sleep?"

"Um.. not really. You can if you want." I said, before glancing at his bookcase.

"I'm fine. I'm already up."

I glanced over at the clock, and saw it was five am. I had slept almost two hours. "I'm sorry again, for waking you." I said, stretching, wincing a bit.

"It's fine. I'm gonna go take a shower then. If you want to read or something, there's books over there." He said, seemingly having noticed me ogling his books a moment ago.

"Alright. Thanks." I said before standing and walking over to the book case.

He had a lot of fantastic titles in there. Some of the classics, as well as a bunch of scifi, and also some action. I plucked "Pride and Prejudice" from the bookshelf, before going back over to his bed. My hands were still shaking from my nightmare, and my heart still hadn't gone back to normal. I fucking hated sleeping.

About half an hour later, Edward came out, his hair still wet from his shower, wearing just a pair of jeans, showing his perfectly chiseled chest and six pack, with a hint of a V above the waist of his jeans. I had to look away to keep myself from gawking.

He sniffled a little before wiping his nose, and sat down on the sofa. "Pride and Prejudice, eh?" he asked.

"Yeah, I love this book." I said, keeping my eyes off of him, my cheeks burning.

"I never read it. My dad gets me a lot of books. Austen isn't one of my favorite writers though." He said, leaning back, his knee bouncing a little.

"I am a fan of the classics. I don't have many books of my own, but I regularly get this one from the library."

"You can borrow that one if you want." He said with an offhanded voice.

"Really?!" I said, looking over at him, shocked, feeling a smile tug at my lips.

"Wow. If I knew letting a girl borrow a book would illicit that reaction, I would do it more often." He said with a grin of his own.

"Thank you. I will take good care of it." I said, not fighting back the smile anymore.

"I don't think I have ever seen you that happy… well other than.." he trailed off. "Do you need to pick up anything up from your house?"

"Um… yeah. I need clothes for the day." I said, biting my lip.

"Okay, well, we can leave for that whenever. I don't know how long you need."

I glanced at the clock. Charlie would still be home for about half an hour.

"Um… Maybe in like a half an hour? I don't want Ch- my dad to know that I stayed out all night. He might ground me." I said, trying to sound normal. Yeah, grounding, right. I thought sarcastically.

His eyes narrowed a little, like he was trying to think of something, but shook his head after. "Alright. We can leave whenever."

After a few minutes of silence, he pulled out a notebook and started writing. I went back to the book.

I hadn't even realized how long passed until I heard Edward get up. I glanced over at the clock, and it was already about eight am. It was oddly comfortable, even though we didn't say a word.

"Ready to go? I want to head out before the family all wakes up, so they don't know you were here all night. They would probably get the wrong idea." He said.

I closed the book after taking note of the page, and stood up. "Sure. Thanks again. Are you sure they aren't up already?

"Nah, Dad is probably already at work, but its vacation, so everyone else will probably be asleep for another hour at least."

I nodded before grabbing my clothes from the day before. They were still drenched, but I kind of expected that, it hadn't been that long.

As we made our way out, I looked around, this being the first time I had seen his house in day light. It was amazing. It looked professionally decorated, and every room was huge and pristine. When we passed through the kitchen, I nearly had an orgasm from the black marble counters, and perfect stainless steel appliances and the Viking stove.

I loved to cook, but the only way I could get away with cooking at home was to cook for Charlie, and I refused to cater to him.

The moment we headed outside, I felt how cold it was. It was still snowing pretty hard out.

I helped him clean off his car as it warmed up, then we headed out, his car handling fine on the crappy roads.

When we were about halfway there, his cell phone rang, and he picked up. "What's up Jazz?" he waited a moment, then his eyes widened. "Okay, I will be there soon. " He said before hanging up.

"Change of plans. Sorry, but I am going to have to just drop you off. Something major came up, and I really can't bring you." He said in a tight voice.

"Oh.." I said, disappointment settling in.

"If you want to hang out later, just come by the park, and I will pick you up." He said, reading the disappointment in my voice.

"Alright. If I can, I will be there." I said

He nods before he pulls into my empty driveway. "Thanks for last night, Edward." I said before I get out, and walk into my house.

The house was completely trashed, with bottles all over. I hadn't really been around, and yesterday, I didn't get much of a chance to look around before he ambushed me.

Once I was done cleaning up, I went upstairs to get changed. I pulled on my smallest pair of jeans, and a long sleeved t-shirt. All my hoodies were still drenched, so I started a wash with all of my clothes, figuring I had plenty of time before Charlie would come home to get my clothes cleaned.

I went downstairs and made myself a sandwich, eating the whole thing. I was hungry enough that I almost made another, but knew that if I did, I would be sorry when we ran out.

After the washing machine buzzed, I headed up, and transferred everything to the dryer. Just as I was about to leave the laundry room, I heard the door slam. I glanced at the clock on the wall, and sucked in my breathe. He was home early again.

I tried to be as quiet as possible, but the dryer was too loud with the sound of my jeans.

"Bella! I know you're home! Get down here now!"

I swore under my breath, and curled up in the corner of the room, behind the door, hoping he wouldn't find me.

I heard him growl, before he started searching the house.

Not long after, he opened the door to the laundry room, and looked around, before checking around the door. "found you." He grinned, before he pulled me up by the scruff of my shirt.

"Let go of me!" I yelled, and tried to push him off of me.

He growled, and dragged me, kicking and screaming to the stairs. He threw me down them roughly, and I yelped in pain as I rolled down them, thankfully not breaking anything this time.

He came down, and before I could even get up, he started kicking me. "This is for yesterday! You dared fucking defying me!" he said before he slammed his hard boot into my gut again hard enough that I started coughing, tasting blood in my mouth.

"Don't you get it? You are mine. I do whatever the fuck I want with you. You will never escape, and you can spend as long as you want away from me, but you will always have to come back. Even if you don't, you know I will find you." He said, slamming his foot down on my wrist so hard that it snapped. I bit back my scream, breathing hard through my nose to keep myself from yelling.

"I think I need to re-educate you." He said before he grabbed me by my broken wrist, and dragging me towards the garage. He tossed me in before closing the door behind him. He kicked me hard a few times, then walked away towards the other side. I tried to get up, but my body was radiating pain. Before I could even get to my feet he was back, and was shoving me back down onto the ground. He pinned me down, and I struggled harder. Then I noticed what he had in his hands—rope. I struggled harder, but he was too strong, and he had me tied up, ankles and wrists tied together so I could not move. He glanced down at me satisfied before he went to the garage and padlocked them, shoving the key in his pocket.

Finally, he left the garage, locking the door behind him.

I struggled for hours, but to no avail, I couldn't get out, and all I was accomplishing was slicing up my wrists and ankles with the rope. I finally gave up after awhile. I could see my breath raise up in thick clouds above my head with each breath.

Then I realized, he could keep me out here for the next week and a half if he wanted, without anyone noticing. School didn't start until then. I started to panic, struggling again.

Finally hours later, I gave up again, exhausted and freezing.

It was dark when Charlie came back into the garage, grinning at me. "Now Renee, I believe you owe me something." He said before advancing on me. I was too tired to even try to fight.

EPOV
I waited for a few hours in my car that night for her to show, but she never did. I had a feeling something wasn't right, but I wasn't about to go to her house. Her dad and I didn't really get along with all of my run ins with him. I figured she was probably just not feeling well after being out in the cold so long the night before.

Earlier today, I got a call from Jasper, because his sister, Rosalie had come to him crying. She was pregnant with Emmett's kid. She had just graduated high school the year before, and was in college with my older brother, Emmett. Between my little sister Alice, who was her best friend and Jasper's girlfriend, Jasper, Emmett and Rose, we tried to figure out what to do. Emmett had decided to drop out of college to get a job to support her. We didn't want any of the parents knowing yet, so figuring that out would be the hardest.

I don't really know why they wanted me there, since we weren't that close anymore. They didn't know about all of the shit I was into, or what Jasper was into, but we still hadn't really hung out since they were in school with us.

Rose and Emmett were planning on getting a place around here again. Beyond that, we hadn't really figured out what we were going to do, but I knew I had to be there for them, even if I didn't really know how.

Jasper was with rose and Alice tonight, so that left me to my own devices, since Bella clearly wasn't coming.

I headed back home, and went straight to my room. I went straight to my desk, and pulled out an eight ball. I did a few lines before I grabbed my guitar, and sat down with it, playing random shit, and starting a new song.

I spent the rest of the night like that, taking lines every few hours and writing songs.

I went back out the next night, but Bella never came that night either. I was starting to think maybe she was blowing me off, which I knew would be best for her. However, after thinking about it, I really doubted that happened.

The rest of the holiday went by in the same manner. Jasper, Marcus and I hung out a few times, and got trashed, and I stopped waiting up for Bella.

BPOV

I lost track of the time after a couple days, and I stopped counting days. I knew he would have to let me out eventually, but I wasn't sure if I would last that long. He only came in to give me water, and to have his way, beating me and…

I stopped that train of thought, shuddering, forcing away the stinging in my eyes. I instead started thinking of every song lyric I could, keeping my mind off of the freezing cold.

Some days, I tried to recall as many details of my favorite books, trying to recite them from memory as much as possible, anything but think about my current situation.

Finally, as morning came one day, Charlie came in, and grunted as he untied my ropes. He pulled me inside, knowing chances are, I was too weak to walk.

"Go get ready for fucking school. You smell." He said, dragging me upstairs to the shower.

After that, he left, presumably for work.

I couldn't stop the shaking from cold as I forced myself into the shower. I turned it on as hot as it would go, and stayed under, trying to warm up, and wash the filth off. I tried my best to keep reciting song lyrics as I went, to keep myself from thinking about the past week and half, since I now knew how long I had been in there.

When I was done, I felt significantly stronger, having warmed up, and being a little more hydrated. I went to the sink, and drank as much water as I could from the tap before I went back to my room. My clean clothes were dumped on the floor, presumably from him having to wash his own clothes.

I put on the thickest hoodie I could find, along with jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt.

I could feel my thoughts drifting back to the last week, and disgust filled me, so I immediately started thinking of another song, any song. Oddly, the first song that came to mind was YMCA from the Village People. I guess even that was better than thinking.

I grabbed my backpack with my good hand, and started out. I felt fucking horrible, and knew I was probably sick as a dog from the whole thing. I didn't even think I could hold down food if I tried, which was bad because I hadn't eaten once since he locked me in the garage.

I shuddered as I walked out the door, back into the cold air, and started towards school, navigating through the tunnel vision from the limited sleep I had gotten over the last while, only having slept for about 20 minutes at a time a very few times. I forced myself to stay awake because of the cold, along with the nightmares.

School passed in a haze, and before I knew it, I was in Biology. I sat down in my seat, and shortly after, I heard the chair scrape beside me.

"You never showed up." I heard from beside me. I glanced up at him, and he looked a little taken aback.

"Sorry, I ended up not being able to go out. I got sick." I said, which wasn't a complete lie. I was fairly certain I was sick now, and I didn't specify exactly when I got sick, merely implied.

"I see that. You look like shit." He said sighing.

"Wow, thanks. Just what I wanted to hear." I said, sitting up.

"Are you sure that's all?" he asked, watching me closely.

I bit my lip as the images from the last week flashed through my mind. I forced them from my mind. Young man, There's no need to feel down, I said young man, pick yourself off the ground.

"Are you singing the fucking Village People?" Edward asked, a slight grin on his face, his eyes still intense.

I hadn't realized I was singing it out loud. Wow, embarrassing. "Yeah? What of it. So what if that means I am a gay man from the seventy's? " I forced a grin.

"Wow, guilty pleasure?"

"No, not really. I actually hate that song, it is just stuck in my head."

"Sure, I believe you." He grinned, seemingly having dropped it.

"You better." I said just as Mr. Banner walks in and starts class, halting any further conversation.

Once class ends, Edward stays behind a moment, waiting for me.

"Meet me after school, alright?"

"Sure." I said, wondering what was up.

"Just meet me by my car." He says before he takes off. I follow after him, before heading my own way to Gym. Luckily, the teacher seeing how crappy I looked let me sit this one out.

After Gym ends, I head straight out to the parking lot, and look for Edward's car. He arrives just a couple minutes later, and lets me in.

"So, what's on the agenda, Monsieur?" I ask, feigning a light tone.

"I thought we would hang with Jasper. You can meet my siblings and Rosalie. I think they would like you. Also, it would give you someone less poisonous to hang out with."

"You aren't going to just pass me off on them, right?" I ask, trying to not show the fear I feel at that.

"No, but when you realize how much of a fuck up I really am, I don't want you to feel like you have to stay, just because you have no one else."

"Wow, that was almost sweet." I said, rolling my eyes. "You know, you aren't they only fuck up, monsieur. I do a pretty good job of fucking up on my own."

"Somehow I doubt that you are quite on the same level of fuckupery as me." He grins a little.

"Maybe." I shrug as I lay my head back. I was so fucking tired, but I didn't want to close my eyes. I just wanted to remain in this almost normal moment.

"So what are they like?" I ask after a few minutes.

"Well… My younger sister, Alice, she's a fucking hyper shopaholic. She's Jasper's girl. Then Rosalie is Jasper's sister. She is kind of a bitch, well, actually, a total bitch, but she is cool when you get to know her. She is dating my older brother, Emmett. And Emmett is well.. Emmett. He's a fucking man child the size of a bear." He chuckles a little bit. It was odd to hear him speak so affectionately about anyone.

"You guys must be close."

"Not so much anymore. Rose, Emmett and Alice don't know the shit that Jasper and I do. They will smoke pot, and drink with us, but they don't know about anything else. Jasper doesn't do as much since he started dating my sister, mostly because he knows I will kick his ass. I don't want them knowing though, so…"

"So don't say anything, got it." I finished for him.

"Right."

"So… What else do you do? I know you said you don't touch smack anymore, but I am under the impression that you do other things."

He shifted a little uncomfortably, and runs a hand through his hair.

"I don't really want to talk about it." He said.

I sighed, and dropped it. We all had things we didn't want to talk about. That I could understand.

A few minutes later, we arrived at his house. There were a few other cars parked outside. A red BMW, a yellow Porsche, and a motorcycle.

"Guess the gangs all here." He said quietly before shutting off his engine.

We got out, and headed inside, heading right to the living room. Sitting there were three people I had never met, and Jasper.

Here we go.

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