"Bella?", Jaspers gaze flung from my to his father trying to assess the situation at hand. "ummm, I have to go now my step dad will be upset with me if I'm not home by 5:30. Uh thanks Dr. Cullen, see tomorrow Jasper." I mumbled to them both keeping my head down.
My really bad day was about to get a lot worse. "Wait Isabella; let me drive you home you shouldn't be walking around alone." Dr. Cullen said smiling softly at me.
"N-No that's alright, my step dad will be angry enough with me no need to push him. I'll be fine promise." I said and hopped of the examining table I was currently sitting on and walked out of the office door. I got about ten feet before I realized that I had not a clue as to how to exit the house.
I turned to find them both smirking at me with questioning gazes. "Down the hall to the right, down the stairs take a left, big glass door can't miss it." Jasper snickered.
I nodded following his directions and left as fast as I could, not even bothering to take in the beauty of their charmingly large home. It was still quite light out and I prayed to god that Phil had left for work.
But what if he hadn't? Where would I go, I couldn't possibly stay where I knew I could be hurt…could I? I stopped tears starting to pour down my face as reality bore down on me. I didn't have a choice. I had to go back, it was home and I couldn't leave the only piece of my mother I had left. It was her home, and part of her heart was still there even if her body wasn't.
Cutting through the thick woods I made my way home imagining all the bad things that could happen when I got there. I whipped my face and listened. As I opened the door the house was quiet. I took it as a good sign letting out the deep breath I was holding in. Silently I crept up the stairs and in to my bed room locking my door behind me. Breathing in shakily I rested my forehead on the cool wood of my door.
"What took you so long to come home to me my little bell?", I heard coming from behind me causing me to jump in fright. I whimpered, closing my eyes and biting my quivering bottom lip. I could hear him standing up from my bed and making his way to me.
Run! My whole body told me, but my mind told me it was too late, that he would take what he wanted regardless of if I tried to run or not. "Are you ganna answer me?", his voice raised eliciting another frightened whimper from me. I could feel his hot rancid breath in the back of my neck, the heat of his revolting body as he pressed into my back.
Sobs racked my body as his filthy hands ran up my sides and groped my non-existent chest as he pushed his hips in to my back. "Please stop, I'm sorry I ran away, I won't do it again I promise!" I begged. I'd do anything to make this stop before it got too far. Before he took what was mine to give away.
"Hush Bella, you'll like it, I'll be easy. Someone has to do this now that your mothers gone." He slurred in my ear causing me to jerk my head away. Fight! My mind thought once again. And I did.
I fought him as hard as I could but it only made it worse, only made it more painful as he tore at my clothes and forced himself inside me. Every time I screamed he would cover my mouth with his dirty hand cutting off my air supply.
So I stopped fighting him. I let him have me and prayed to any god that could hear me to make it end soon, to make the pain go away.
That night after Phil had his fun with me he left me on my bed room floor, where I stayed until the early morning. I knew I had to go to school. That was something no one could ever take away, my education.
As I peeled my broken body off of the bloodied hard wood floor I somehow made my way to the privet bathroom in the far left corner of my room. Looking at myself in the mirror had to be the worst thing I could have done at that moment. I looked horrid. My long mahogany hair was stringy and stuck with tears and sweat to my grotesquely pale face. As I took a closer look I could see that my cheek was puffy and red and there was a bruise forming on my collar bone.
My chest was also littered with bruises in the shape of his massive hands and there was also a steady path wrapped around my wrist. My hips where puffyand hurt like hell. My whole body was sore and even bleeding in some places. I knew I couldn't go to school like this. I couldn't let anyone find out about this, they couldn't know how dirty I was. Tearing my eyes from the broken girl in the mirror I started a hot shower. Letting the scorching spray run down my body and scrubbing my skin until I felt somewhat clean again.
I went back in my room making sure you lock the door and all my windows before changing into fresh clothing and putting my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head. I had just sat down on my comfy bed trying to fight off the queasiness in my tummy, I heard a car pulling up the drive way. Peeking through my curtain I could see a sleek black car parked closely to the house. I automatically knew who was in that car before he got out and fear once again flooded my body.