WARNING- contains bit of rape and stuff that continued from the last chapter. Alices POV doesn't have it, but after that, Bella's pov does.
Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and characters. I own plot.
reply to anonymous review :) - dd, I live in England, and I know it doesn't snow all year around, but lately its been going back and forth. And I fall, allot ;) snow's nice when its frothy and not in your face, but when it compresses, dang its painful. I try walking like a penguin to try keep me stable. :))
APOV
I woke up this morning, feeling fresh as a bell. I stretched and yawned. I looked at the clock- 6am. I groaned and got up, ready to take a shower. I felt pretty optimistic today, I wasn't sure why. I felt as if I was going to feel allot of emotion later, as if it balanced out my happiness this morning. I don't know. When I got out of the shower I realise that I failed to notice Bella's disappearance. Where had she gone? I hope she didn't sneak out last night to fuck Raoul. I shivered. That guy was okay but I couldn't possibly date him. Too wreck-less for me. I got changed into a white play-suit and black ballet flats, and put a black bow in my hair. I then grabbed a brekkie bar to go and said bye to Phil.
"Where's Mum?" I asked.
"Um...she's gone out. Where Bella?"
"Er...same." I turned awkwardly and left the house, grabbing the keys and my phone. Phone in bra, and keys in pocket, I almost forgot my bag.
"Shoot!" I shouted loudly, before running back to the house. Phone in bra, keys in hand, keys in lock, bag on shoulder, keys back in pocket. I headed towards college singing happily to myself. When I reached the benches, I couldn't see Bella amongst our friends. I couldn't see Raoul either. Typical. They are probably together, having sex as per usual. I sent Bella a text:
Don't be late for school! If you get Raoul to drive you, then you can make it on time! A xxx
"Hey Alice!" I waved at them and skipped forward.
The lessons flew by, but one thing that was dragging on my mind like crazy was the fact that Bella still was on a disappearing act. I've sent her at least 5 texts. I didn't see it on the counter...in my last lesson I felt a vibrating in my bra, and I giggled next to Angela. She looked at me, smiling.
"What's up?" she whispered, as we were in a lecture. I shook my head, pulling my phone out and hiding it under the table as I read the text. It was an unknown number:
A. Call 999 plz NOW B
I froze. What the Fuck? I looked up, just as I got another text.
im at raouls help b
Eh? I raised my hand to excuse myself and ran outside. I did what I thought I should.
"Hello, Emergency Services, what service do you require?"
"Yes, my name is Alice Swan and I need the police."
BPOV
After hours of torture, my insides were burning up with pain and I was bleeding and aching everywhere. Raoul was very forceful as I sobbed my pointless cries of help. Eventually the alcohol knocked him out and I fell off the blood-stained bed. My blood. I gulped down the huge lump in my throat as I took action. Throughout those previous hours, I had forced myself to come up with a plan that would get me out of here. Plan A: I dragged myself to the door and tried the doorknob. Unsuccessful. Raoul must have locked it earlier, and I couldn't reach high enough to unlock it myself, and I couldn't with the pain in-between my legs and also what I can definitely say is a broken leg. Plan B: I searched for the phone that I had once thrown on the ground, silently praying for it to not be broken. I pressed the turn on button, and those next two seconds were the longest I've ever had to wait. It flashed on. i breathed a quiet but deep sigh of relief. I had to make sure I got the correct message out first, before I add details. In case he wakes up before I send it.
A. Call 999 plz NOW B
I quickly sent it. I then remembered to add details in the next text.
im at raouls help b
I sent that off, hid the phone in a place I could easily retrieve, and waited, trying to ignore the burning pains all around my body. I kept rocking... praying my sister would get the message. I knew her number off by heart- that was one thing I got right, besides choosing the wrong boyfriend...speaking of the devil, quite literally, my worst nightmare, Raoul stirred and sat up.
"Bellaa...I have a big problem down here. Care to use your services?" He walked up to me and calmly tugged on my knotted hair as he then picked me up again and dropped me on the bed.
"Ow...those look painful. Here you go." He shoved a bottle of vodka down my throat. I started to choke as I cried. He lifted the bottle from my face and took some of his own gulps.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I begged. "You promised you won't ever use me."
"I know." He grabbed my head and shoved his tongue down my throat, then licked down my body." I just can't help it...you're...too inviting. My cock just has to have a share." He wasn't acting at all him. He was insane. It was like he was finally showing his true colours.
"How far do you oppose to sorting my problem out here?" He then shoved me back as he climbed on top of me for another painful experience. Afterwards, he was staring at me. I looked at him in disgust.
"When will you let me go?" I asked, weak with blood loss and energy.
"Once I am fully satisfied." he pulled on his bottom drawer of his table and pulled out a gun. I looked at it, terrified. When the odds are against me, it's harder to win. He waved the gun around, and pointed it at my temple. "And that is if I ...let you go. Maybe I will put you out of your misery of this life. Maybe I'll take my own life as well." He pulled the gun away and put it to his own temple.
"It feels good in a way, if I can control my life, right here and right now. I can also control your own. You belong to me. I own you-" Suddenly we heard a crash, and Raoul's door was smashed open. The light blinded me, and I hid under the duvet. Men came charging in, armed, and pointed their guns at the two of us. I screamed.
"Raoul Stroy?" The men shouted. "Where is Isabella Swan?"
I waved my arm up into the air, and I looked up. I heard a deafening bang. Raoul sunk to the bed, as dark red liquid spurted from his skull...
I was too scared to make a noise. Too scared to move. When someone asked if I was okay, I nodded. The men pulled me up and I was carried away, wrapped in a blanket from the bathroom. I was taken downstairs and outside. I recognised an ambulance, Alice, and the rest of my family. Alice started running towards me as my mother fell to her knees, screaming and cursing and crying. Alice was pulled back by a police officer. I was placed in the ambulance and examined quickly. The doors shut and I flinched noticeably. I felt my energy decrease even further, and my eyes shut, containing me in darkness...
APOV
I didn't know what to expect- I ran back home without signing out. I begged Phil and Mum to come home from the supermarket. I waited for the local police to arrive. We drove together to Raoul's home and the police managed to open the gates quickly. The door was slightly ajar and we waited in suspense as the armed police entered the house. It was quiet as the ambulance drove up the drive. We suddenly feared the worse whena bang shrilled through the air. My legs buckled and Phil reached to grab me just in time. Mum was frozen on the spot, her lips praying quietly for Bella to be okay. A police officer walked at a pace, carrying Bella...in his arms. There was blood. I was forcefully held back as silent tears fell from my face. What happened? Where was Raoul? Was Bella okay? We interrogated a police who had walked out of the home.
"Your daughter, we think has been raped by Raoul Stroy." He said solemnly, and my mouth shut as I whimpered. "She had lost allot of blood, so she is going to have a transfusion probably, and someone will get a rape kit for her." He paused. " I myself can't fully tell you her situation, but go to the hospital with her and a trained doctor can tell you. About Raoul, he killed himself. We need to question Bella once she is ready about what was going on and how she knew her rapist." I flinched. This is sick! How could he do this to such a innocent person. Bella was the best person I have ever met! We had to watch a documentary in PSHCE in High School about rape and after rape, and Bella could have years of therapy, still not being able to full recover mentally? She may never trust anyone again! I didn't realise when I was being ushered into the car and how long I had spent thinking about the situation, but soon we were at the hospital. We waited for a long period of time, before a doctor came to our saviour.
"Bella Swan? Hello, I'm her doctor, Dr. Gerandy. She shall be perfectly fine. Physically, that is. SHe will have to take some therapy sessions so we can see how much this...situation has affected her, but don't think too optimistic. I am telling you the facts. We have cleaned up her wounds and she has tearing, in the vaginal area, aswell as a broken leg and rib. She has a concussion, and will need to take Aspirin or Paracetamol for that. You can see her now, she is awake, but on medication. The police need to speak with her soon, of course, if you don't mind."
"That is fine. Let me see my daughter!" Mum said urgently, and dashed into the room. We all walked in and sat on the chairs laid out on her bedside.
"Mummy" Bella whimpered, tears in her eyes. It broke my heart.
"I'm here now, sweety. Everything will be okay." She squeezed her hand tightly. Bella shook her head.
"No. It won't be. I trusted him. He hurt me. Edward never hurt me like that. I made you trust Raoul. Raoul killed himself right next to me. i was defenseless. I shouldn't have left my phone at home..." Bella was in tears, mine were running down my face rapidly.
"Bella..." I cried and Bella looked at me. She waved her hand in my direction, and I took it.
"Thank you...for telling the police. I trust you with my life, and you..." Bella hiccuped. "...I can't thank you enough."
I shook my head. "That's what I do. It's what I'm here for." I squeezed her hand. " i will never let you down, I promise."
I will keep that promise.
BPOV
I must have nodded off after my somewhat emotional gathering with my family. When my eyes reopened, I saw they were still here, but accompanied by police officers.
"Maybe she is more comfortable with a female officer bec-"
"-shhh! She's waking up!" I heard my sister whisper-shout. I smiled, remembering how thoughtful Alice was.
"Isabella? We'd like to ask you a couple of questions, involving yesterday..." Yesterday? Gosh! I nodded anyway.
"Do you want you family to be here or not when we ask you?"
"Well, if they wanna go then go ahead." None left. Eh.
"Okay...let's start as casual...you can call me Charlotte and this is Charles, and this is Peter." She guided me through the three names. Charlotte was a young lady with light blond cropped hair, who was a similar size to my sister, and wore the police uniform, that made her look a bit more bulky. She had a heart short of shaped head, with a light touch jaw line. Peter was on Charlotte's right, and had white blond hair and a strong square jaw and defined shoulders under his uniform. Charles was furthest to the left, and he was looking at my like I were under suspection. I looked at him surprised.
"A-are you the one who decides whether I'm lying or not? Because I'm the victim here!" Charles leaned back, satisfied, and Charlotte looked at him, irritated.
"Actually, he was just on patrol when we received your sister's call. He usually interrogates the suspects, as it's his job to catch the liars, so techinically he doesn't need to be here, if you don't want him to be here..." I shook my head.
"It's okay. Can we make a start?"
"Okay...explain your relationship with Raoul." I froze. Maybe my family shouldn't be here. I looked at them, and I could tell that they could tell from the look on my face that I had something going on with Raoul. I sighed, looking back at Charlotte.
"I was his girlfriend. We have only been officially dating for a short period of time, but we have been seeing each other for over a month now."
She nodded. "And is this relationship, physical?"
I nodded. "If you mean if we have had sex, then yes. Before...you know."
She nodded, letting Peter write notes. "Tell me...why did you go to his house yesterday?"
I shrugged. " the day before that, we went to school. I had a hyper time with Alice over some coffee and when we returned he was gone. I sent him a few texts without a reply so yesterday morn, I went over there before school to check up on him."
"Can you tell me, if you can, what happened once you got there?"
I paused. "Well...I went to his room...he was on the bed, drinking. There was a ton of empty drinks everywhere...and I turned off the music, which woke him up. I asked him what was wrong. He said stuff about Diego- his dead brother- and his father burying him. Do you know where his father is?"
Charlotte shook her head. "We are trying to trace him, right now, but we haven't found a location yet. We aren't sure how Raoul found out about his brother and the burial, nor whether his father know that Raoul is not alive anymore." I flinched. " Sorry. Carry on?"
I nodded. "Um.. well I threw his phone at him and he attacked me and forced me to have sex with him...multiple times. He broke my leg with his hand." I lifted my cast a little, for added effect. "When he slept, I tried the reach the lock but my leg stopped that, so I sent Alice two texts. Raoul raped me again and made me drink allot of alcohol...then you came and he shot himself."
"Did he threaten you with the gun?" I nodded.
"Has he been violent on any other occasion?"
I thought back to New Years. I looked at Alice. "Was he violent at the party on New Years?" She nodded, then explained the situation to the officor.
I piped up after Alice finished. "After that, he seemed like he had changed. he was hanging around with a better group, us, and he stopped drinking and smoking. He never hurt me before..." I looked at my mother, who was being comforted by Phil, as he rubbed his hand on her back.
"But I know that there are other guys out there that don't do what Raoul did. I'm willing to move on, but I feel that I need to let off some details before I can do that." Charlotte nodded.
"We can arrange you to have sessions with a weekly therapist, and if you feel abnormally angry, the we can have some management sessions for that, also." I nodded, thankful that I didn't have to live in fear or like a weakling or delicate egg.
"Okay. Thank you for your time, if we have your number on file in case we find anything else, or need anything else, and if you need anything off us,...call 999" she joked and I giggled."And ask for myself, Charlotte, Peter, or Charles from this local police station." They left and a nurse came in the inject my tube with more medication. Urgh! My eyes felt heavy once again, and I slipped into unconsciousness once again.
Over the next few days, I was forced by Dr. Gerandy's advice to stick to 'bed rest' and let myself heal physically. Ha! I think the leg will take a long time, if I don't know any better. It wasn't the first time I had been to the hospital with broken bones. I am quite the clumsy one. Once I was allowed to get out of the hospital, Mum drove me back, as Phil was working. Alice was still in school, but she hadn't old anyone anything- I made her promise, and she understood.
Who wouldn't?
My injuries had scabbed over and I insisted on putting plasters on my arms to cover the 'battle-scars'. But my face was pretty much bruised all over. I couldn't go out like this! So until those bruises faded completely and the scabs had healed to an extent, I didn't leave the house. I just studied at home, Alice bringing me my college work. What got them worked up every night was when I dreamt:
I opened my eyes, and I was in a house. The house was dark, and there was blood everywhere. I was scared and tried to hide in a corner, pulling my kness to my face and held my legs tight. I then saw the most beautiful guy walk through the front doors, letting in a bright light. His bronze hair shone and his twinkling skin reflected brilliant lights all around the room. Edward. I realised I had stood up, and I was walking towards him. He smiled his crooked grin at me and I felt myself to the same. I took his hand, linking our fingers together. Suddenly the doors slammed shut. The light disappeared. Edward smirked, but it was no longer Edward. It was Raoul. He had a glint in his eye as he pulled me forward, then shoved me into the wall.
"Hello...Bellaa...Miss Me?"
I screamed.
I screamed. I rolled around, fighting Raoul and kicking anything I could find. It was still dark.
"Bella!" I heard.
"Bella!" I heard a gruffer voice this time.
"What's going on! Is she having another nightmare?" A female shouted.
"Bella! Wake up! Wake UP!" Someone shook me violently, and tears leaked down my face. I sobbed into my pillow.
I groaned into the tear stained pillow. "Why did it happen? Why couldn't he let me go? Why!"
I felt the bed sink slightly. Then Alice's voice. "Shhh Bella. He's gone. For good. You know that. He won't hurt you anymore." She rubbed my back.
I slowly quietened down and sat up, looking at my alert family. "Thank you. Sorry for waking you all up. I had that dream again."
They nodded and Phil and Mum departed to their room. Alice stayed.
"Do you want me to stay?" Alice asked. I lifted my quilt and Alice climbed under, sharing my bed. I returned back to sleep.
I had had those dreams almost every night since I had gotten back from hospital.
A few days later, I took my first few steps out into the open sun, with the help of the crutches, of course. One leg was in a cast and my one other foot had half a pair of my favourite converses on. It was my first day back at school, and I was dreading it. Alice had promised me that nobody knew what happened, not even the neighbours, as Raoul lived in a secluded part of town, and behind a gate, so nobody really went there, even though they knew the place. This meant I'd have allot of attention, which wasn't good. I was also afraid that if someone set me off, I'd spill the whole story, and hit them with my crutch. The police told me earlier that I could release the information that Raoul wasn't alive, and that I was raped, if I chose to, but I didn't want to. So the only worry now is if I attack someone with my crutch. I refused for Mum to take me to school, so I set off early with Alice so I could get used to having crutches for long distances, as well as making sure I get there on time. Alice held my bag, and said she'd walk me to and from lessons. I faked groaned, making her laugh, which was nice. As I hobbled over to college, I had already noticed some early-birds eying me. I ignored them, and made casual conversation with Alice, who annoyingly was skipping a half step in front of me. I finally got fed up and stopped altogether, waiting for Alice to realise I'd stopped. She didn't until she turned the corner, then stuck her head around from the corner.
"What are you doing?" She skipped back to my side.
"Walk NEXT to me, not in front. Or I'll trip up." I said. She shrugged and we carried on at our tortoise pace. Alice didn't seem to mind though. As we walked through the college gates, I swear we could hear a pin drop. I tried to speed up to the bench, but I lost grip slipping slightly. Alice ducked to grab me, and I gave her an awkward 'thank you'. She nodded and helped me carry on.
I soon got fed up of all the staring so I turned around to face the crowd who had their mouths open wide.
"What the fuck are you looking at? Fuck off elsewhere!" I think I'm close to my period...I smiled sarcastically, then flicked my hair as I turned back to the group. They were shocked, even Alice.
"What is WRONG?" I groaned, sitting down sloppily. "Eurgh, I'm so fed up today!"
"Bella...are you okay? You seem, different." Angela said, eying me. I looked up.
"Nope. Nope. I'm perfectly perfect. Nothing wrong." I gave Alice a look, saying 'HELP ME'!
"Wheres Raoul? We've heard alot of stuff...care to answer?" Jess asked. Of course Jess would ask that.
"Hey!" Jess looked offended. Did I say that aloud?
"Yes, you did! Do you really think I am a gossip?" She gave me puppy eyes. Yes. This time I mad sure I was thinking when I spoke this time.
"No. Of course not..." she looked satisfied, so I relaxed. I then saw Alice eying something behind my back, so I turned around slightly. Lauren.
"Fuck off Lauren." She didn't seem fazed. "...Slut!"
"Excuse me? You can talk. I got a message off Raoul saying you two finally fucked...well Raoul FINALLY had you, if not the hour, it was the month!" That did it. I grabbed my crutch before Alice could stop me, and swung it into her ugly face.
"EXCUSE ME? When have you been so polite, LAUREN? And when did you get this message? Care to show it me?"
She screamed at me and grabbed my crutch, taking a swing at me, but I fell off the bench before she did that. Ben helped me back up just as she tried to take another swing, but Alice got there first, grabbing the crutch and jabbing her with the other end. I snorted with laughter. Lauren let Alice have the crutch and looked at me deadly.
"Just yesterday. He said you went 'all out' and let him 'do anything he wanted', so YOU are the slut!" I stared at her, shocked.
"Well, you're obviously lying." I looked at Alice and she shook her head with a picture of fear on her face.
"Bella. Don't." Alice said shakily. Lauren looked at me.
"And why would I be lying, Bella? What do you know that I don't? Why is he not here today?" She had a look like Charles the police dude did. Anger flared up inside me, and I saw red.
"Because he's fucking DEAD!" I froze. Alice sat down and burst into tears in Jess's arms. Lauren looked at Alice and laughed.
"Right, Alice. He dead! Of course! You hear that? What is she ON? Hahaha!" I used my other crutch, and shoved her back, then using it to stand up.
"Don't you dare make fun of my sister." I said harshly. Lauren looked at me, obviously not scared of me with a crutch. "You have no idea what I've been through."
"Huh. Riiight. I still don't believe your LYING sister-" I stood on my better leg and pushed her back further with the crutch.
"I...saw Raoul put that gun to his head." I nodded. "And I saw him pull the trigger and fall. I was right there. Now go fuck off elsewhere. Bitch."
I saw fear trace Lauren's features. "H-hes...dead?" I nodded sharply. It finally sung in. She just sat down. And sat there, still for a long period of time. I turned back to Alice as the bell went.
"I can't do this. They know the bit I want them to know, now I want to go. I can't do this. I can't stay here." Alice nodded.
"You're not..." I shook my head. " Okay. I'll call Phil. I'm coming with you."
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