I use to love Sundays.
I remember waking up to the smell baked fish, it was the one time of week that dad would make food. Mom would sit at table drinking her cup of steaming decaf coffee and laughing at something my dad said. He would pretend he didn't find it funny himself, but you always see the twitching in his moustache. They looked happy and in love.
But that time of happiness is long gone.
Now I dread Sundays.
Instead of warm, happy family time, dad and Billy went fishing for the day. That meant that Jacob was going to babysit me. I've tried to get out of it so many times to get out of seeing the facts that has made me live in fear for most of my life, but dad won't budge. In Charlie's eyes Jacob Black is the definition of golden boy; he thinks that me spending time with Jacob will help me have a positive attitude towards life seeing as how we both lost our mom, but what Charlie doesn't know is that one day Jacob will be the reason I leave this small town and never look back.
I hear Billy's joyful laughter and a small smile appears on my face. Jacob may be a vile person, but Billy was a man that could make anyone happy, despite how depressing his past was. "Bella come down and greet Billy and Jacob." I heard my father yell. I reluctantly got out of bed and strolled down, trying to delay seeing Jacob, but no matter what I did I would see him and because of that the ball in my stomach grew larger and larger.
Once I was at the bottom of the staircase I was greeted with Billy's wonderful smile and Jacob's sickly sweet smile. "Hi Billy. Jacob." I kept my eyes downcast. A chill went down my spine, I felt Jacob moved closer and wrap his arms around me. "Belly!" the artificial enthusiasm in his voice could never be picked up by Charlie and Billy, but I know the truth. I push him away with all my strength, "Don't touch me."
Charlie looks at me shocked. "Bella where are your manners?" I can hear the anger burning through his calm voice. Billy is all his has, I can't take that away from him. "I'm sorry…I'm just…"
Charlie's angered look quickly turns sympathetic. "It's okay Bella, I understand."
Do you?
"Hello?"
"Bella?"
"Yeah? Who's calling?"
"Edward." My heart skipped a beat. I felt my cheeks grow warm, but in a pleasant way. "Hi."
"Hi." I can hear the smile in his voice. Probably impossible, but it's the only way to describe his angelic voice. "How did you get my number?"
"Leah, I was surprised how cool she was with it."
"Yeah, she's probably the most understanding person ever." It goes quiet for a moment. I'm hesitant to tell him, but eventually it comes out rapidly. "Jacob's here."
"WHAT!" there's loud shuffling in the background and I hear the sound of glass breaking. "Edward what was that?"
"Nothing. What is he doing there?" for the first time in my fourteen years of living had I never been angry. Irritated maybe or even frustrated or disappointed, but never angry. But Edward Cullen brings all sorts of new things into my life. "Edward that was not nothing. If you must know Jacob is here because our dads are friends and I haven't told anyone about what Jacob does. Now what was that?"
"A beer bottle. Fuck." He breathes deeply into the phone. I'm not sure if the fuck was for the Jacob thing or if it's to do with the beer bottle. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No." I say hopelessly. "This is every Sunday for me. It's never going to change." The awkward silence sets in. The two of us are just breathing into the phone, waiting for the other to say something. "I have to go Bella, but I want you to tell m if Jacob does anything to you. I'm going to figure something out I promise."
"I believe you." And for the first time in a long time, there is hope in my heart.
"Belly, open the door for your dear friend Jake." Tears of fear start to fall. I don't want to upset him; that will only make things worse. I wipe away the tears and close up my heart. "Just come in." the door creaks open but I refuse to look.
The bed dips
His scent fills the air
And his hands are everywhere.
They start on my finger tips. He drags his index finger up to my shoulder, slipping down my spaghetti straps along with my bra straps. He moves to my collar bone, drawing imaginary patterns on each. He becomes a little more ambitious, moving down to my nipple and starts circling it. I curse my body's natural reaction. I hate that my nipples will harden at his touch.
His hands are now fully on my breasts, kneading them, sucking the nipples through my shirt, leaving behind a wet stain to remind me of what a slut I am.
He straddles my waist, caging me. His hands are on my stomach, scarred from all the kicks I had taken to my stomach from him. His nails dig into the scars, reopening the wounds. Those grimy fingers of his move down to the trimming of my underwear, unintentionally peeking out of my pants. He pulls them off in one swift move and he stares at the curls covering my most private area.
Please not tonight. At least let Edward take it first. He can't win, he just can't.
He lowers his head down there and is tongue peaks out, gathers the moisture from my body's reaction. This is new for me; He never made it past my underwear before I made him mad.
It's cold and wet. It doesn't feel like it belongs there.
My stomach starts to churn. Breakfast and lunch are working their way back out. "Jacob please stop. I need to-" I know he'll be mad but I can't do it. I push his head out of my legs and make a quick dash for the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before spilling out all my stomach's continents. It feels like hours before I'm ready to stand up, only to get knocked face down into the tiles by Jacob. His large hand weaves itself into my hair and pulling me to his level. "What the fuck! You think that it would be funny? Well duckling you have another thing coming to you." He says bitterly, pieces of spit flying out of his mouth and landing on my face. He smashes my head one more time into the tiles, hard.
I hear a cracking and the darkness pulls itself over me like a blanket.
I want to welcome it with pleasure, but not before hearing Jacob on the phone. His voice sounds distressed. "Hello Charlie, Bella has been hurt. I don't know what happened, I heard a smash and when I came up she was passed out on the floor. Yes I'll call 911." He ends the call before grabbing pyjamas pants out of the basket and putting it on roughly. "Consider this a warning." He says before calling 911 letting them know the lie he had cleverly constructed.