A/N: WARNING: This chapter does include a dramatic/graphic scene. If you do not wish to, don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy!
Just in case you're interested, Bella's timetable is as follows:
Maths
English
Art
Lunch
French
Human Biology
Gym
Chapter 6: Comfort and Safety
After French and Human Biology I walked my way to Gym with a little more excitement. Although I still didn't like Jake in that way, yet, I loved being around him. He always made me smile.
I was surprised that I almost left Gym unscathed. Besides falling over only once, and most likely gaining a bruise on my knee, I was fine. But apparently, news travels fast; even the most inane.
I noticed Edward and Rose standing next to my truck, seemingly arguing, so I walked up cautiously.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
"Bella! Are you okay?" Edward asked as he embraced me, knocking all air out of my system. I found it sad how much it thrilled me to have him hugging me.
"Uh-yeah-fine-but-can't breathe." He chuckled and let me go.
"Someone told us you fell over in Gym though, are you sure you're okay?"
I looked at him curiously. I didn't want to be rude and I didn't know what came over me. But I was trying to get over this beautiful God that stood before me; and whenever I thought I was getting somewhere, he'd be really nice.
I pushed passed him and a still angry-looking Rose. "Why do you care Edward?" I asked as I got in and drove away. I could be wrong but I was sure Rose wanted to know the same thing.
I was going to go straight to Jake's, but because I figured I'd be there a while I ducked home quickly to change and organise an easy dinner for Rose and dad.
After leaving the instructions on the bench and grabbing my phone and purse, I left for Jake's house.
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When I got there I noticed a certain black V8 Ute in the driveway. Paul. Jacob's older brother. Was here.
Well that's a surprise; I didn't know he was visiting Forks let alone La Push. For the four years since he left school he's been living in Seattle.
I got out and walked up to the front door, giving it a couple of knocks. I didn't know what it was, but there was something about Paul that didn't feel right for me. I hoped Jake was home; otherwise I probably wouldn't wait; unless Billy – Jake's dad and my father's best friend – was there.
Finally the door opened. And there stood Paul, with one hand on the door and the other holding a beer.
Although you could still tell he was handsome, there was something wrong with him; his red eyes, unshaven face and rugged clothes helped me deduce that much.
"Paul? What's wrong?"
Even though that weird feeling was still present, I pushed it away to the back of my mind as I walked up and wrapped my arms around him.
At first he remained still, but then he pushed the door closed and pulled me in tightly, wrapping his arms around me.
"Bella." He sobbed.
"Sshh… it's okay. It's okay… everything's fine." I tried to soothe him as I led the way to the small living room and on to a couch. He sat and pulled me down on his lap.
Still hugging, I rubbed his back with one hand. "What's wrong? Tell me Paul." Suddenly, panic erupted in me, "Is it Jake? What's wrong, what happened?"
He actually growled as he pushed me back slightly, "No. It's not Jake."
"Oh. Well then what's wrong?" I asked gently.
"Everything," he hissed.
"Well that narrows it down." Finally he tried a small smile, but it looked wrong.
"Bella, why are you here?"
"I came to see Jake," then I added, "I didn't know you were visiting."
Suddenly he smiled, but it didn't seem like a friendly one, "Well Jake's not here."
"What? Why?"
"He's gone to see you at your place. Except; he didn't go to school today; so he left to visit a friend first. But not before he left his phone here."
"I'm confused," I admitted.
I felt his hand on my leg then, rubbing it upwards. "When you asked to come here, I was the one who texted off his phone to say that you could."
My blood boiled as I realised what was happening. He'd discarded his beer as his hands now became rough against my skin. Suddenly, he grabbed my waist and pushed me down on the couch, lying on top of me.
"Paul, please. Stop. Get off me."
"No!" he growled as he started to kiss my face, neck and chest. "I've always wanted you Bella, haven't you known that?" His breath was so completely full of alcohol I felt sick.
I didn't know what to do, my eyes started to water as I tried to push him off. All I could do was think of Edward. And how he – however confusing it was – cared when I fell over in Gym.
Paul started to unbutton his jeans and then yanked off my shorts and t-shirt, leaving me completely bare as he ripped off my underwear. "Paul, please. Stop." I said, just before I felt my cheek explode. I only realised he'd slapped me when I felt his hand at my entrance. I whimpered; I didn't want his hand there.
I hadn't done anything like this before, considering I'd just started dating Jake and we hadn't done anything more than kiss and cuddle in bed. So when I felt an extreme amount of pain and screamed, I thought he had entered me. But as I looked down through my tears, I could see he was digging three of his fingers inside me.
His other hand wrapped around my mouth as I screamed in pain. He continued to stab me with his fingers, and I felt like I was dying. I stopped screaming and making noises because he would hit me every time.
At one point I managed a whisper, "Why?" I kept my eyes shut.
His hot breath blew in my ear as he spoke, "I'm loosening you up baby. So that when I fuck you, we'll both enjoy it."
I continued to cry silently. It felt like it had been hours, when it was probably only two hours since school ended. My tears clouded my vision and I closed my eyes, hoping to die.
With a sharp pain, I realised he'd pulled out of me quickly. I whimpered as I knew what was going to happen next. But I couldn't feel him on my anymore. Though I knew someone was covering me up, putting my shorts and top back on me. I felt hands on my face as I heard voices but not the words. Most importantly I felt the warmth and safety of the hands that held me together..
I decided to finally open my eyes, and because I thought I was either dreaming or dead, I brushed the tears away to clear my vision. Though, I was neither dreaming nor dead, it seemed.
I felt a smile on my face as I looked into the eyes that offered comfort and safety. His expression was one that I had never seen him wear before. One which showed intense worry and anger at the same time. In the background I could hear yelling and grunting; but at that moment I just stared into his face.
"Bella," I heard him whisper, just before everything in my vision turned black.
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