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"What…what are you talking about? What do you mean tol…" he cut himself off as he realized what I was saying. His eyes grew wide, "W-why would I have told?"
"What? Do you mean you did not tell? Because if you think I am going to believe that, then think again." My voice was a bit stronger, but I started to shake.
"Bella, if this is about the teacher thing, trust me, I never would have told anyone."
"Well, then how did everyone find out? How is the story turning into something this drastic?" I asked.
"What are you talking about now?" If I was thinking correctly, it would seem that he had heard none of the rumors.
"E-everyone thinks I had…sex with Mr. Slate…" I trailed off.
"What?!" the shock was worse then I thought it would be when I told him, because now that I actually see his expression to it, it makes me believe that he really never told anyone. "Bella, why would I have told people that? I know it isn't true and I am not the one to be spreading rumors about that."
"Well, if you did not tell, then who?" I asked in a small voice. My head was starting to spin in all this confusion.
"I don't know, but I really need you to trust me on this, okay? I promise, I will find out who told."
I nodded. If he did not tell, then there was nothing to hate him about now, because if he really wouldn't have been there, then I would have been raped. Why wasn't he there on Friday? Why couldn't he have been there for me on Friday? Why couldn't he have saved me…again?
I felt the weight of all this pressure start to take me under.
"Bella?" Edward asked as my eyes started to slide closed.
I fell back down onto my side as the world slipped under me, but before I was gone, I heard Edwards's beautiful voice to keep me company in my blackness.
"Bella! Bella?" he spoke frantically.
His voice might have been in distress, but it was still beautiful all together.
I awoke to my dad's voice.
"When is she going to wake up?" he asked, frustrated.
"Sir, please, let her rest." The school nurse sounded irritated. I wonder how long Charlie had been here or how long he had been pressing her with when I would wake up.
He sighed, rather loudly and I heard his footsteps walk back into the nurse's office. He kissed my forehead and walked back out the door.
"Tell her when she wakes up, that I will be back at the school to get her at the end of the day. Please." He said in a beaten like voice, like he didn't want to leave. "I have to go back to work now, but if something happens, then call me."
"Yes, sir, I will let her know." The nurse said in a relieved like voice.
I fell back asleep then, not really wanting to get up or deal with anyone.
I had a dream this time. Well, not really a dream, but more like a nightmare.
Jacob was leaning over me, his hands wrapped in my hair. His face was by my neck and I could feel his hot sticky breath; he was panting and moaning my name.
I felt pain in my body as he thrust into me, over and over. It felt like he was ripping me apart. The pain was worse then it actually really was, but every time he dug into me, it felt like knifes sinking into my entrance. I was crying and screaming in pain, and as I looked around we were not alone.
There was a crowd of twenty or so kids that went to my school. They were laughing and pointing at me, calling me names such as "slut" and "whore". I tried to close my eyes but it felt like someone was prying them open.
I winced in pain as I cried out again; no one paid attention to me. No matter how loud I screamed for help, they just stared at me.
I felt deep inside of me as Jacob gave one more hard thrust sending a rock of shivers through my body and a cry of pure torture past my lips. I wrenched forward…
In the little bed at the nurse's office; sheen of sweat dewed my forehead. I was gasping for air and I didn't realize that the cry of torture in my sleep was something that I had actually made in the office.
I saw someone shuffle beside the bed out of the corner of my eye and I gasped in startle. I looked over to see Edward sitting in a swivel chair; his eyes wide in shock.
"Bella, are you okay?" he asked in a quite voice.
I nodded, "Yes, just a bad dream." A really, really bad dream; if only he knew the truth. It was better he didn't, though.
"Oh, okay. Well you sure gave me a scare when you popped up from the bed like that." He joked.
"Yeah, I gave myself a scare too." This did not make since. It was like nothing ever happened between us.
As the days past and Edward and I became closer, I realized he was actually a nice guy. He was genuine. There was so much I wanted to ask him, like why he was such a player, and was he really adopted, but I just couldn't seem to form the words in my mouth. They were stuck in my throat.
A week after the "incident" with Jacob, I was feeling a lot better. Mainly because I had Edward by my side; we now sat together at lunch and it was fun, but every time we walked by Jacob's table, he always seemed to stare me down, his friends staring me down and calling me "slut" under their breath.
I tried to ignore them, but when we sat down at the table, Edward spoke the words that I feared most. "You know, I am going to go over there and give them a piece of my mind."
I became panicked as Edward scooted his chair out from under the table. "No, no, Edward, really, it isn't that important. I can handle it."
He gave me an incredulous look before he slowly sat back down in his chair. "Well, I just wish they would shut up. They are such jackasses."
"I thought they were your friends…" I trailed off.
"You are more of my friend then they are. They are rude. Plus I never really liked their ways of talking. Always saying how they wanted to "tap" this girl and that girl." He shook his head.
"Yeah, but Edward, you are just like them. You get girls –in that way- too." I stated.
"You don't understand, these are girls I go out with. Girls I have a relationship with. They just go for any girl, no matter who the girl is. They sometimes even talk about how they forced their selves onto girls." He voice was coated with disgust, "That's just wrong. I would never, ever force myself on a girl. I just give my girlfriends what they want."
I winced on the inside as he talk about how they forced them selves on girls. Edward, you have no idea. I thought to myself. Because if you truly think about it, I had no pleasure, what-so-ever in what Jacob did to me. Only pure pain. So Edward really didn't know how far they –or at least one of them- actually went into forcing themselves onto girls.
"Bella, are you okay?" Edward asked, knocking me out of my thought.
"Huh? Oh, yes, I am fine. Just thinking to myself." I replied.
"About what?" he asked in a curious voice.
"Oh, nothing." I spoke to fast.
"Okay," he still sounded curious. "You know, Bella, you have been acting strange. You weren't like this ever, or even last week."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, like yes, you have been through a lot with the teacher thing and now all the rumors flying. But this –this is different. You act like you are hurt; like there is no life in you…"
"I have life in me," I tried to cover up and then said, "I don't understand."
"I just want you to know that I am here for you if you need to talk. I just, I don't know. I almost feel like I missed something; like something happened to you when I wasn't looking."
A small shiver ran up my spine. How close he was to the actual truth. "I know, Edward. And I want you to know that I am okay. Okay?"
He nodded and the rest of the lunch block we were silent.
When the bell rang I picked up my food and walked with Edward to throw it away. Edward was talking again, but this time about why he wasn't here last Friday.
"My two brothers, Emmett and Jasper and my two sisters, Rosalie and Alice –they were adopted just like me- came into town on Friday. I hadn't seen them in almost a year so that's why I wasn't here." He explained.
"Where are they? I mean, why are they out of town?" I asked, as I dumped my tray of food into the trashcan.
"They are in England, attending a school there," he continued. "They wanted to learn how…"
He was cut of by my shriek, as some ones hand grabbed my butt, and teeth bit into my neck.
"You ready for seconds, girl?" I heard Jacob's husky voice whisper in my ear, right before he licked it.
"Get off of me!" I yelled at him, as I began thrashing out of his grip.
He responded back, by wrapping an arm across my stomach, snaking it up to squeeze my breast. "Don't be that way. I know how much fun you had las…" he was cut off as some one grabbed him and slung him away from my body.
I turned around to see Edward standing over Jacob on the floor. "Don't you ever touch her again!" he snarled to the boy on the ground.
Jacob hissed words at Edward that I couldn't quite hear. Then, in a fast spin, Edward was turning around facing me; a look with to many emotions, danced across his face. He quickly walked back to me –ignoring the attention the commotion had made- and grabbed my arm a little too rough, pulling me through the crowd.
He led me to the double doors in a quick motion; pushing me out into the cold air once he had the door opened.
"Edward, what's wrong?" I asked in a small voice. I really didn't want to know what was wrong. Because if I was right, I knew what his words were going to be.
"Why don't you tell me?" he said in an almost harsh tone. "Why didn't you tell me?" his voice dripped sadness.
"What are you talking about?" I asked in fake confusion.
He paced back and forth, before he turned to look me dead in the eyes. "Did…you have sex with Jacob Black?"
My worst fear came true.