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I had to say something. I couldn't just let him think I hated him, which I thought I did, but that seems to be proven wrong. Really nothing was making since today.
"Well… Umm… Can I think about it? You know like give you an answer tomorrow?" I asked a bit warily.
He looked up a little surprised. I almost cracked a smile, but held it in. I guess he had never been told that a girl would get back to him. It was a shame, he had to much pride in him.
"Well, okay then. I guess I will see you tomorrow then." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze and then let go, "Bye, Bella."
I smiled, "Yes, I will see you then. Bye, Edward." I caught his smile right before my back turned to him. I walked out the doors and to my truck quickly; the rain was pounding against my skin. Making it sting.
When I got to the truck I climbed in and sat there; soaking wet. I didn't want to get home, but I know I needed to. I didn't even notice when I was running to my truck that the parking lot was empty. How long had we been with the principal?
I shuddered as I thought about the conversation…
"Now, Bella, please tell me exactly what happened." The principal, Mr. Hemming, said as he grabbed his black notebook from the desk and brought it to him with a pen. He looked like a CIA agent.
"Umm…" I started, but stopped. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't get up enough courage or confidence to say, I was too embarrassed.
Edward nudged my arm and I looked over to him. "It's okay. You can do it, I am right here."
I nodded, looking back to Mr. Hemming. I sighed and began to speak, "Well basically to make it simple, he…did bad things to me, things that would make him liable for being fired, or going to jail. Well, no, wait, both. And see if Edward
hadn't come in at the time that he did…well, you know." I couldn't keep going. I stopped and took a deep breath; my face flushed in deep red.
"Bella, you are going to have to tell me more then that." He said.
I didn't know what else to say, I didn't want to go into detail. I looked over at Edward; he had been so quite, even though he said that he would have it covered. It was time he start helping me with the situation.
"Edward," I whispered to him. He turned his head to me, "Help me, please. I can't tell him. I just can't." My voice broke on the last word and my eyes called out desperation to him.
He nodded and began to go through the story, which I had told him on the way to the office.
When he had finished, Mr. Hemming looked a bit green, but also very angry. "Where exactly did Mr. Slate go?" he asked.
"I don't know, he just kind of ran out of the room, after I, well…err, punched him…" Edward seemed to not want to tell the part about punching a teacher. I could guess why, you could go to court because of that, and even get charged, no matter what the teacher had done.
"Y-you…punched a teacher Mr. Cullen?" The principal seemed a bit stunned, but quickly covered the look with an unreadable mask.
"You understand my action, I hope. Right?" I could tell Edward was not going to be very happy if Mr. Hemming didn't agree with him.
"Well…, yes; I understand why you did it, but still, I do not want anymore of that. Do you hear me, Mr. Cullen?"
"Yes, sir," I watched his facial expressions and he seemed to be about ready to start yelling. How had this conversation gone from being about me, to being about Edward?
"C-can we please stop talking about hitting teachers, I need to know what is going to…happen, or if we will even find him."
The principal nodded, "Yes, well we will involve the police. There is a very good chance he just went home. But who knows? Bella if we find him, then you will have to go to court, as of you, Mr. Cullen. You two need to be able to tell the situation; to get him fired, or locked up. I will have to get you," he gestured to me with his long crinkly hand, I cringed from the sight of it, it made me think of Mr. Slate's hand, rubbing my skin….
I got up and darted out of the room. Where was the closest bathroom? I was about to barf. I ran down the hall, Edward running after me, shouting my name, with my hand over my lips.
I found a bathroom and darted into the nearest stall. I wasn't able to throw anything up, my stomach was empty. I just gagged into the toilet, my face covered in sweat and my eyes watering. I heard the bathroom door open over my gags.
"Bella?" Edward called out.
I cursed under my breath. Damn, why did he have to see me like this? Everything is going wrong today.
When I stopped heaving, I flushed the empty toilet and slung the door open, only to be faced by Edward's beautiful face.
"Oh…," was all he said as he looked me over. I glanced in the mirror; I looked like hell warmed over. Edward was at my side with a wet paper towel in his hand. I went to take it, but he held up one hand and protested. "Here, let me do that."
"No, its ok, I can do it." I insisted as I gave a slight smile, so not to hurt his feelings. I took the paper towel and wiped it over my face a bit harshly. Then I rinsed my mouth out with the sink water. There wasn't really a taste in my mouth, but it still had a stale aftertaste.
"Are you okay? Are you ready to go back? Or do you need some more time?" he said softly as I threw the towel away.
I nodded a bit dazed, "Umm… yes, we can go back."
"What was that all about, anyway?" he asked.
"Nothing, just a bit queasy, but everything is alright." I opened the bathroom door and headed out, Edward right by my side.
After we got back and finished talking to the principal, Mr. Hemming informed me that he had contacted Charlie.
"What?!" I half shrieked. "Why? Why would you tell Charlie?"
The principal looked taken aback, "You really didn't expect me to not tell your father, did you?" I nodded, "Bella, he has a right to know, he is Chief Swan, he can help us."
"Whatever."
I came out of the memory; my eyes were filled with little tears. Okay, so now that I had wasted almost ten minutes sitting here in the cold, thinking about the conversation, my skin was freezing.
I started the engine and backed out of the parking space, after turning the heater on high. I drove home slowly only hitting forty. It would kind of be funny if Charlie was to stop me, because I was going below the speed limit.
When I reached home I couldn't help but groan as I saw Charlie's cruiser in his usual spot; the porch light on. I hopped out of the car, praying he was asleep. I unlocked the door and slowly walked in. I didn't hear snoring, so I guess I would have to talk to him about everything tonight.
"Bella?" Who else, dad?
"Yes?" I called out. I walked into the living room, as he cut the T.V. off. This was a bad sign; he was not going to let me get off that easily.
"Please, come sit down." I sat down on the other side of the couch, keeping distance between us. "Now, please tell me what happened." He pleaded.
What was I to say? Well, dad, a teacher molested me, but you know, I am perfectly fine, no need to worry!
"Uhm… dad, I really don't want to talk about this, okay? Didn't the principal already tell you?" Please say yes, please.
"No, he just said that there was something that happened at school today, with a…older teacher. He also mentioned something about Edward Cullen…" Charlie trailed off. Looks like luck was against me today. What am I saying? Luck is against me everyday…
"Okay, dad, here it is. My Biology teacher came on to me. And I am not just talking about flirting, I mean…like the whole deal. He almost…raped me, but see if Edward hadn't come in to the classroom at the time he did, then I-I…don't know how bad things would have gotten." I had spoken in a rush, so I took a deep breath.
Charlie didn't really seem to know what to say at the moment. His eyes wide, and then they filled with rage. "I will get that man and lock him up! I tell you, I will, damn it."
"Dad, dad!" I was shocked; Charlie had never been the one to curse around me. He was already up and heading to the phone in the kitchen. "Dad, what are you doing? Who are you calling?"
"I am calling the station. I am telling them I am on my way up there. I will get this mans address and hunt him down. I promise." Ok so I was double shocked. This was going a bit too far.
"Dad, really, I am okay. Nothing is wrong. I am not hurt." I insisted.
He turned to look at me, "What happened to your lip?" I stared at him in confusion.
I touched my lip with two fingers and winced as I felt a sharp pain. It was busted open. "T-that's were he…bit me." I confessed, feeling my face heat up as I looked down.
"Damn that teacher." Charlie dialed the number to the station. "Hey, Fred, I am coming down. Okay? We have a situation. No, I will tell you about it when I get there. Bye." He hung up and grabbed his shoes. Sliding out the door, while trying to put his shoes on, he spoke, "Bella, now I want you to lock this door. I want you to go upstairs, okay? And lock your door to your bedroom. Keep the phone near you. Call if anything happens. Do you hear me?" Okay, so Charlie is officially blowing this way out of proportion. He should stay home with me tonight.
"Yes. I hear you dad." He walked out the door and mumbled a 'good bye' while waving to me. What exactly did he think was going to happen? Did he think Mr. Slate would come after me? That was ridiculous.
But I did as I was told and locked the doors. I grabbed some water and headed up stairs; everything that had happened today had ruined my appetite. I took a shower and dressed into my night clothes.
I went to go snuggle into my quilt, but not before grabbing the phone from Charlie's room and setting it on my bed side table. I closed my eyes right as my head hit the pillow, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When I awoke the next morning, I wanted to laugh for Charlie's absurdness. He was freaking out last night, but here I am fine, nothing but a cracked lip and a scarred memory.
I walked down stairs to find Charlie still at the house.
"Why are you still here, Dad?" I asked confused, he usually would be at work by five, but it was seven and he was still sitting here.
"I wanted to wait for you to leave. To make sure you got to school okay." He sipped his coffee and picked up the newspaper in front of him.
I groaned, "What? You seriously are taking this a little too seriously."
"Bella, no I am not. We got his address last night, and went to his house. He wasn't there." He looked very upset, like something was disturbing him.
"Well, he was probably out or something…you will get him next time." I tried to ease his emotions.
"No, Bella, you don't understand. I mean like he was gone; all the lights off, car gone. His door was unlocked, so, well we went in to search. It seems he has taken clothes with him. The place was a wreck."
I froze, "But, if he's gone then it doesn't matter anymore."
"We also looked up his records. It seems that this was not his first time making a move on a girl in his class. He was on probation in Virginia, after being arrested. I just want to make sure that nothing happens to you. I don't want him coming back; he may kick things up a bit."
After he told me about that, I was jumpy. Every noise I heard, I jumped and I didn't feel safe anywhere except for school. I really needed to see Edward. Maybe he could calm my nerves.
Last night when I was sleeping my mind basically came up with the answer of his date proposal. I was going to say…yes. I wanted to see him more then just in school. I was so confused, too. I was supposed to hate him, not want him more. I guess things can change in a matter of time, even if it is just a day.
When I headed through the doors, with Charlie by my side –he had insisted in driving and picking me up today, I wanted to go straight to class. To talk to my friends and to get to lunch so I could see Edward.
Charlie insisted that I go to the office with him, but I said 'no' I didn't dare enter that office and have to feel all the stares of the adult eyes on me. It would be annoying.
I walked to my first block class and knocked on the wood door when I got there. The teacher opened it and greeted me sarcastically.
"Well, Hello there Bella. Nice of you to join us." I flushed. Well, thank you for embarrassing me. I couldn't stand this teacher, she was a bitch.
I sat in my seat and took out my notebook and pen. I started to write what was on the board. I stopped several times, before I finally had the feeling that I was being watched. I looked up from my writing, and saw that nearly half the class was staring at me, some even whispering and pointing at me.
Oh, no! What have they heard? Who would have told them about this, anyway? Or, wait, did they even know. I heard a girl whisper to someone.
"Bella," the girl sneered my name, "wants so much attention, that she went and had sex with the Biology teacher, Mr. Slate." They both giggled.
My face turned a deep red. Oh, Gods. Okay, would Edward really tell them? Would he really want to embarrass me like that? Would he actually do something like this? Yes, yes he would do exactly this sort of thing.
I felt my stomach flip. How could he do this to me? Why?! To think I was actually going to say yes to him.
I felt tears try to spring in my eyes, but I just looked up at the light, trying to get them to go away. They did.
The rest of the day went through the same fashion. People talked, laughed, stared, and pointed their finger at me. I walked alone the whole day, Jessica and Angela not even coming to talk to me. I thought they were my friends… They were actually my only friends at this school. I thought Edward was starting to be my friend, but he screwed up my life. Now I didn't just hate him, but I despised him. That ignorant vile of a guy, I wanted him dead.
At lunch I ended up sitting alone in a hallway lined with lockers. Luckily no one was around to see me cry. I had felt so alone before, but now I...I just felt so empty, and betrayed. Like someone had broken me into a million pieces. The thought of that just made me start to sob, I tried to keep them quit, no need to have people see me cry.
I heard footsteps come up to me. I didn't want to think it was Edward, because a little part of my being wanted his arms to be around me.
But I knew it wasn't Edward, because I hadn't seen him at all today. I looked up, only to see a tall guy standing above me, his dark black hair hanging around his tan face.
"Hey whore," the guy said to me. I only then noticed from his husky voice who it was. Jacob Black. He was one of Edward's friends. "What are you doing sitting around by yourself? I would have at least thought you would be off screwing another teacher." I winced, okay this was bad. It hurt so much more then all of the staring and whispering, because this guy was actually saying it to my face.
I stood up, "Don't you dare talk to me like that." I tried to sound strong, but it came out weakly.
He laughed and gave a smile that was so beautiful I felt my heart stutter, and then pick up in over time. "Why? It's true. We all know how you did Mr. Slate on a desk in his classroom. I heard you did some wicked stuff to him. I am wondering if you want to have a little fun with me." He leaned closer and brushed his hand up the side of my face, making me shiver.
I stepped back, slapping his hand away from my face, "Get the Hell away from me. You have no idea what you are talking about." He stepped closer, "Plus, there is no way I would ever want to have anything to do with you." I glared at him and stepped back a few more times.
"Well, you don't have a choice. Now get over hear and give me a kiss." He grabbed my wrists and pushed me up against a wall, lifting my hands above my head. He was too strong for me to break free of his grasp.
He leaned in and pressed his warm lips to mine, making me shutter.
"You like that don't you. Come one lets do more." He whispered in my ear as he bit it.
"No, get away from me!" I tried kicking at him, but he was pressed right up against my body making it impossible to move. He was so much bigger then me.
"Shut up!" he let one of my wrist go, and slapped me. Right across the face, making my already cracked lip, break open and start bleeding again.
I whimpered, "Ow!" I cried out as he pressed his lips back up to mine and started to kiss me frantically. His tongue slid across my bleeding bottom lip. Jacob forced my mouth open so he could enter, taking me away from the wall and laying me on the floor, roughly.
I started to cry, as my head cracked against the tile. That hurt so bad!
He was now straddling me as his hands made there way up my shirt.
Why me? Why did this always happen to me? I was scared, I was very scared. How much would happen to me before I broke? How many times would I have to be hurt by people, before I finally just gave in? Why could one incident make me a whore or a slut, when I wasn't even the one to make a move?
I asked my self these questions as I felt Jacob's hands tear at my shirt. He yanked hard, until the buttons popped off and scattered to the floor; ripping at the shirt, to get it off, he caused massive pain to my arms.
I cried out, "Stop!! Help me! Please, someone!"
"Shut up, bitch!" Jacob said as he slapped me across my face again.
I suddenly feared that someone wasn't going to help me this time. That no one was going to be able to get to me in time. That no one would hear me, before this guy ripped me apart inside. No one would be able to keep me whole after this.
I felt silent tears slide down my face as I closed my eyes, frozen, not able to move as he ripped at my bra.