Ch. 3
Sam sighed as he sat down with me.
"Elizabeth, this is kind of complicated."
I just nodded, so Sam explained everything abut the boys and the Cullens. I was in shock, processing everything.
"Do you believe me?"
"Of coarse I do Sam. I never thought would get away from him, but I did. So, there's no reason to not believe you."
I smiled at him.
"There's one more thing you should know."
"Oh?"
"Unfortunately Paul will have to tell you."
"Why does Paul have to tell me?"
"It would just be better if he told you."
I sighed, thanked Sam for telling me everything, and walked out onto the porch to see a fairly distraught Paul.
"What's up Paul?"
"I guess Sam told you everything?"
"Not everything."
Paul looked relieved at that.
"He said you would have to tell me something."
"Ummm…well, I kind of, imprinted on you."
"You what?"
I was very confused, sure Sam had explained Imprinting. But why me?
"I imprinted on you."
I smiled and hugged him. He was surprised at first, then he slowly hugged me back.
"You don't mind?"
"Of coarse not. Long as you don't hurt me, we'll be good."
I grinned up at him. To see him looking fairly confused. With a sigh I realized that Sam never told the boys about me.
"I guess I have some explaining to do huh?"
"You don't have to, but it would be nice."
"You better take a seat then, Cause it's not a pretty story."
Paul looked at my serious face, as I sat on the tailgate of his truck. He plopped down next to me. The entire truck shook under the weight.
"Wear do you want me to start?"
"At the beginning, I want to know why your do scared of everyone."
With a sigh and a nod I started my story.
"Let's see, I was born January 21, 1992. I never knew my mother. She died giving birth to me. So my father raised me. When I was 3 years old my father would hit me, for no reason, when he drank."
I paused looking at Paul, who was looking down, gripping the tail gate.
"Whenever he got drunk, he would hit me. I ended up with a lot of broken bones, because of him. When I turned 15 my father got so drunk he actually attacked me. I was thrown into a mirror, the glass shattered. Cutting into my back, I yelled for him to stop, but he just grabbed me by my hair, drug me upstairs to my room…and he raped me."
I paused when I noticed that Paul was starting o shake. Leaned against him to try and calm him. He looked at me and hugged me, waiting for me to go on.
"After that my father began to call me by different names. Like bitch, whore, slut, ect. Afterward he would beat me some more, rape me again. And go to bed. That was my life until Mrs. Smith came and took me from him."
At that Paul finally relaxed. Knowing that I wasn't going back to he asshole was a big relieve for us both.
"That explains allot then."
He kissed the top of my head, obviously we were content. Until, Sam came out of the house.
"Elizabeth, I need to introduce you to some people, the Cullens, incase you ever end up in a situation like yesterday again. You can call them, they'll get to you faster then us."
I heard Paul growl, I looked at him, kissed his cheek, and headed towards Sam.
"We'll be back Paul, don't worry. I wouldn't let anything hurt her."
"You best not."
Sam and I climbed into Sam's car, and off we went to Forks.