Chapter Five-

I dressed in the afternoon in a fog, careful to wear a dress with longer sleeves. I loved Damon, but after David's rules, I had to stay away now. I wanted to be near him, but if I was I'd have spilled what had happened yesterday. I hadn't seen him since dinner, I had wanted to keep it that way.

I did what was asked, or threatened. I slept with David. Honestly, I didn't think I'd lose my virginity that way. Not to someone I didn't love, and used it as a weapon. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't escape this damned ship. I was going to give Alice a peace of my mind when I got back to Forks.

David and Renee were at lunch in the dining room inside of the promenade. So, besides Grace, I was alone. She didn't say anything about the bruises on my arms- perfect black and purple hand prints. They overlapped Edward's previous ones. I had nearly scrubbed myself raw, trying to rid the images of David inside me.

I had finished dressing when there was knock on the suite door.

"Miss Isabella, someone is here to see you." Grace politely spoke at the entrance at the door. I walked into the parlor, only to see Stefan.

"Stefan? What's the matter?" Worry filled me. Had David hurt Damon?

He shook his head. "Damon is... he's depressed Bella. He's falling for you hard and you stopped seeing him." I grimaced.

"I had to," I responded quietly. "Wait... he loves me?"

He nodded and looked at me, "I knew you loved Damon. Can you come see him?" I took his hand and turned to Grace..

"I won't tell them Miss Isabella." I smiled and began to run to the Third Class deck with Stefan. I cannot believe Damon loves me too.

I spotted Damon talking with Fabrizio, motioning to a leather folder of sorts. Did he draw people? Stefan must have noticed the question on my face and nodded. He whistled and they both looked up.

"Hi Damon," I said as I walked over to them. His face lit up with surprise and happiness. Oh he really does care. I took one of his hands and I frowned. "I'm so sorry things were..." I shook my head and looked at him, tears in my eyes.

"It doesn't matter right now. We are here now, together." He took my hands and intertwined them with his. I leaned against him and stood on my tiptoes. As we kissed, everything seemed perfect. My lips molded with his, as if we were made for each other. I was finally sure that everything was going to be good between us.

His fingers glided up my arms and I flinched. "Sorry." I blushed.

Damon frowned, his blue eyes watching me. "You don't have to be sorry. Come here," He lead me into a empty cycling room and turned to face me. "Did he hurt you?"

I looked down. "Yes," I was quiet. "I...I'm not proud of what happened. I can't change it, but I wished for you the entire time." I whispered. .

"Hey," Damon lifted my chin up. "You don't have to tell me-"

"I had to sleep with him." I interrupted. Damn. "Um... besides the arm bruises."

Damon stared at me for a moment before his face transformed in anger. "I'm going to kill him," He muttered and punched his hand into the wall.

"Damon, please!" Tears rolled down my face and I stood in front of the door. "He isn't worth it. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't have that first with you."

"I'm sorry Isabella. I wish I could have stopped him." Damon wiped my tears away and kissed my nose.

"You missed." I pushed him against the wall and kissed him until we were gasping for breath. "You can stop him, let me leave with you and you will. I won't be with him- I am not with him anymore, so he won't hurt me."

Damon traced my features with his fingers and his eyes followed. "Damon?" I asked tentatively. "Would you draw me? If you don't-"

"Stop second-guessing yourself. Of course I will," He teased.

(…...)

I dressed in a form fitting and Damon gathered his drawings. "Let's go." I took his hand and we walked to the deck. "Damon...when the ship docks, I'm getting off with you."

"Isabella, this is crazy!"

"I know, but I won't go back to first class if I can't be with you. There isn't any money left anyway." This I knew. I heard Renee the first night as she tried to establish I wasn't doing it for her but for us, our livelihoods.

We were kissing when the ships edge collided with an iceberg. No! I turned to Damon wide-eyed.

"There!" I heard mother yelled behind me. David yanked me back and I threw the drawings back to Damon. I turned around and socked David in the face. I grinned as he stumbled back. I turned to my mother, and literally snarled.

"Leave us alone. Can't you see? I love Damon!" I screamed and my hand circled around David's reaching hand.

"Isn't keeping our money more important than love?" Renee demanded.

"Ugh!" I flung my engagement ring off at David and he stumbled to get it. "I don't care! I love Damon; he's more important to me. That is all that matters!" I turned to find Damon being carted off by David's manservant. I ran towards him but David yanked me back.

"No!" He screamed at me. He thrust me around and slapped me. I heard Damon curse and knew that he saw. "You're infatuated Isabella. You don't love him!" David yanked my wrist and I grabbed the discarded drawing folder and journal.

I turned, kicked him where it hurt and I ran after Damon. "Mr. Andrews!"

"Hello, Isabella-"

"Where would they hold a prisoner?" He stopped and turned around.

"Please Mr. Andrews?" He told me and I thanked him. I stopped and hugged him tightly.

I ran down the hall calling Damon's name. I screamed louder and louder as the water began slowly coursing into the hallway.

"Bella!" Damon yelled back. I yanked opened the nearest door and found him. "Grab the keys!" He motioned to the man asleep at the desk. I slipped the key from the guy's hand and unlocked Damon's cuffs. Lovejoy barely acknowledged me.

"Shit!" Damon yelled. "It's freezing!" The water was up to our knees now, and rising drastically. We were running through the dining room when David turned the corner and shots rang out.

"No," I whispered. I knew that feeling, I felt it when James tried to kill me in Phoenix. David dropped the gun and looked at me in horror. I looked down at the blood slowly seeping onto my dress and life jacket around my stomach. "Coward." I whispered as I dropped to my knees.

"Isabella!" Damon came around the corner and halted as he saw me. Pain covered his face. "No, no no no no! Dammit!" Damon mumbled, He gently picked me up and hurried us out onto the deck. "We'll get you on one of these last lifeboats, sweetheart. Just hang on for me, Isabella."

Even though Damon wanted me to live, I just didn't think it was going to happen. I was shot, and maybe I would have been better if I had worn my corset. I definitely ever thought I'd say that. I was going to die, and I sure as hell wasn't going to die on a lifeboat surrounded by women and not the man I loved.

"Damon... ." I rasped out. I knew I was getting blood all over his life-jacket. "Take these... it's mine. It might... help you." I leaned the journal with his drawings against his chest as he carried me. "I managed to write in it until I saw you tonight... fill in the blanks for me."

"Bella," he warned. I inhaled sharply as we were shoved. It was chaotic on deck. There was one or two lifeboats left on this side and panic was beginning to ensue. We were trying to make it to the top of the ship, but I wasn't sure. "Don't you say good-bye."

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He kissed my forehead and pulled us forward. I could feel it get harder to hold on. I felt sideways, and not because of the way Damon held me. It was the ship. Titanic was tilting upwards and it was such an odd feeling. To know that a ship should be parallel with the water, it wasn't. But, then again, it could be because I'm dying.

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