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He pushed me back up against the brick wall. Using one hand to restrain me and the other to cover my mouth so I wouldn't scream, the hand that was covering my mouth was pressed so hard against my skin it burned. His long, boney index finger started to brush against the side of my cheek softly.

"If I let go will you promise not to scream?" he murmured in a sickening way. I nodded my head having no plans to defy him. I would do just as he asked to make it that much better for me; maybe if I went along with his demands he wouldn't hurt me. He grinned, his finger recoiling back.

"Good" and with that his hand released my mouth and I sucked in a shaky breath.

"Don't be scared" he cooed, trying to comfort me but I felt far from it. I was scared, frightened. I wanted to yell out, scream for help but it would be no use. At this time of night the streets were empty anyways.

"I wasn't lying when I said I was intrigued. You are incredible" he whispered before his lips grazed mine. I froze and pushed my head as far back as the wall allowed. I snapped my lips tightly shut and he pulled back smirking

"Stubborn aren't you? Is that what makes you so special to Edward?" he chuckled "I have to say I'm a little jealous" His breath fanned out across my face and I turned my head trying to get rid of that unbearable scent. It was nothing like Edward's.

I felt his hand latch on to my jaw so tightly it hurt. He forced me to face him again and with all the pressure of his hand it felt like my teeth were cracking

"Your skin is so soft," he brought his face even closer to mine, closing his eyes he took in a breath "You smell so delectable" I shuddered trying to pull my face back but that only tightened his grip.

"Your lips…" he whispered trailing off so he could kiss me again. This kiss was so hard it hurt, my lips already felt swollen after he pulled away. He smiled widely, enjoying it. I could feel the tears collecting in my eyes and every time I blinked they rolled down my cheeks

"Am I scaring you?" he asked still smiling. He was trying to act like that hurt him but it only seemed to make him that much more happier.

"Why are you doing this?" I choked out. It was the first words I had spoken since he pulled me under the shadows. He seemed a little surprised that I had even said anything

"Well, you got to make life a little more interesting!" he laughed

"By doing this?" my voice wavered as the tears streamed down my face. His eyes tightened, his laughing stopped and all I could hear was his heavy breathing.

"It's all for the fun of the game Bella"

"Game" I repeated

"Yes, and you are the prize" you said coldly.

He jerked me away from the wall letting go of my arm but blocking the alleys exit with his body. Past his shoulder I could see the lights from the theater and I prayed that someone would find me soon. I balled up my hands into fists on either side of me as he took a step closer.

I had no idea what he was planning on doing with me but I didn't intend to find out. I felt angry all of a sudden, I was still scared but now angrier. My hands shook and I squeezed them tighter. He was so much bigger than me but I had to defend myself somehow. He took another step and with all the courage I could muster I brought one of my fists back and then let it snap forward. It connected with his cheek but I think the punch hurt me more than him. My hand was throbbing and I cradled it to my chest as he shook off my hit.

"That wasn't very nice" he hissed, rubbing at his cheek which I saw was already turning red. I felt proud of myself, maybe he would let me go if he saw I wasn't going down without a fight.

Then so fast that I couldn't even defend myself he lunged at me. His arms wrapped around my waist as he tackled me to the ground. There was a loud crack and for a second I was confused as to where it came from. It wasn't until I screamed out in pain that I realized my head had hit the pavement.

"A punch for a fractured skull. I think that's a pretty even trade" he growled, sitting on top of me holding my hands up over my head, pinning me to the gravel.

"How about we make things more interesting though? How about a broken arm too" he sneered.

The hands that were securing my arms to the ground tightened and I could feel my left wrist twisting in ways it shouldn't. There was a sickening snap and than my scream followed shortly after. Someone would have to see me soon, I had screamed twice now but still no one had noticed.

"Ouch," he laughed "That's got to hurt".

I lay there motionless not even wanting to fight back any more. I turned my head away from him, letting my cheek lay on the ground. I bit my lip wanting to scream out again when I felt his lips on my neck.

"Please don't" I pleading, choking back my sobs.

"No one can help you now" was his reply as his lips worked their way farther down my neck. I felt like such an idiot then, for even trusting him in the first place.

For letting him walk me to class, for stepping outside with him when I should be safely in that theater seat. It was no use to fight back now, he was winning. He was stronger than me and the fact that he was enjoying all of this made him stronger. I started to think about how many girls this had probably happened to with James. Was I the first? Or were there other girls on campus who had once endured this type of torture? Did they make it out alive?

It started to get harder for me to think. The edges of my vision were starting to darken as all the blood rushed to my head. I could feel my hair matted on the back of my neck, sticky like sap. The pain both in my head and wrist was increasing drastically. I had no hope left and I started to silently scream at myself for even stepping outside. For even leaving the theater to get a drink, I replayed every wrong move I had made that night, every move that inevitability ended me here. Lying on the cold pavement ground, with James on top of me enjoying my agony.

"I've dreamed about this night for a long time now" he whispered, tightening the grip on my other wrist as he pulled his lips away.

His grip did not loosen and I closed my eyes feeling tired all of a sudden. I felt him slap me across the face but I didn't respond. He growled in fury but I never moved. I was giving up and he could see that, he wanted me to fight back but I wouldn't anymore. My cheek was burning now but I ignored it. Just like I ignored every other pain I was feeling. I could feel myself drifting off into unconsciousness but I didn't fight it, I welcomed it. I didn't even stir when I heard someone's voice. A furious voice, a voice I recognized but didn't think I would hear so soon.

Jacob

"Where is she?!" a fierce voice growled waking me up from my dream.

It wasn't close to where I was but it was loud enough to hear as it echoed through my ears. I could feel the lights from above burning through my eyelids and a faint beeping sound somewhere close to where I was lying but I didn't move. I was too tired to move, too tired to do much of anything especially to figure out where I was.

The dream I had was very faint now that I was fully awake and all I could remember was the pain I felt in that dream. I remember screaming too and then I remembered the face that was the cause of all this pain.

I gasped, my eyes snapping open as it hit me, the little beeping noise accelerating in tempo. Keeping up with my heartbeat as I replayed what had happened in my head. It wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare and it was real.

I was in a hospital room that much I could tell. Everything around me was white and boring looking. I heard heavy footsteps outside my door and I closed my eyes again just as the door swung open. I was afraid again thinking that maybe my nightmare wasn't over yet. That maybe James was back to finish me off, it was very quiet in the room and I could hear someone take in a sharp breath and then they started walking again up toward my bed where they stopped.

"Bella" the voice whispered in an agonized way. I knew that voice though, it wasn't James, and it wasn't even Jacob… I opened my eyes back up my lips twitching up into a smile when I saw the angel before me.

"You're here" I croaked out trying to sit myself up on the bed. Just the smallest of movements made my head throb and my throat burn.

"Don't move" he said softly, his eyes tightening the slightest bit when I lay back down trying to relax as best I could althouhg my head hadn't stopped hruting.

I could feel the tears swelling up in my eyes and I tried to keep them at bay. But I was just so happy to see him, standing there so close to me. I reached up my hand and rested it on his warm cheek, Under the bright lights of the room I could see that my knuckles were bruised from when I hit James, like I said it probably hurt me more than it hurt him. He closed his eyes leaning into my palm, using one of his hands to keep it there. It was so warm against mine that I wanted to cry out, I coulnd't belive how happy his touch made me. When I was with James I could remember that if I didn't make it I would miss his touch, his face, his voice. But I had made it and here he was.

"I'm sorry" I said softly. His eyes opened back up and they looked furious

"For what?" he asked in a hard tone.

I shrugged dropping my bruised hand from his cheek, watching as he sat down in one of the chairs next to my bed. He picked my hand back up and began kissing it, every inch of my skin hadn't been touched by his soft lips and my heart fluttered inside.

I couldn't stop from smiling, even though it hurt my face to do so. I didn't know what kind of condition I was in but every muscle in me felt sore. He stopped but kept my hand in his. I met his pained gazed and my smile dropped, I hated seeing him like that.

"I shouldn't have let you go" he choked out.

I stared back at him bewildered. He turned his face away from me taking in a long breath staring at absolutely nothing. He looked like he was cracking and it felt all wrong to me. The angel shouldn't be crying, shouldn't look weak and on the verge of crashing in.

I placed my other free hand on his face turning him to look at me, I noticed that that hand had a small cast on it. His eyes were glazed over with a watery film making me tear up, especially when he could feel the rough material of plaster on his cheek instead of my skin.

"Edward I'm still alive" I whispered trying to assure him the best I could

"Barely" he mumbled

"But I am" His lip turn up into a small smile, one that did not touch his eyes. "I could never leave you Edward" my voice was very quiet as I tried to hold back the tears just like he was doing.

"I don't want you too" he kissed my hand again.

My tears subsided as we sat in silence. There was a question I needed to ask though, it was a question that I wanted the answer to but I was afraid to say his name, afraid that I would make Edward mad. I took in a deep breath preparing myself for a furious reaction but I needed to know.

"What happened to James?" Edward stiffened and his eyes turned into little dark slits.

"He's here somewhere. Jacob did a good job but I'm going to finish him off" he growled.

I gasped shaking my head tightening up the muscles in my neck

"Edward you can't!" I shrieked

"I'm strong enough" he said nonchalantly like it was no big deal

I desperately wanted to get off the topic of James especially when I could see the ideas forming in Edwards head.

"Where's Jacob?" I had completely forgotten about him, my savior.

"He left a few minutes before I showed up" he murmured squeezing my hand lightly not wanting to bruise my hand anymore.

I relaxed my body back into the bed, I would need to thank Jacob the next time I would see him. If it wasn't for him who knew where I would be right now, I shuddered at the thought. Edward's eyes roamed my face and I could feel my cheeks turning red, I knew I probably didn't look my greatest.

"So, how do I look?" he smiled

"Beautiful" I laughed; I knew he was lying but it was nice to hear him say that.

"I love you; you know" I reminded him; I loved him with all my life.

"I could never love someone as much as I love you" he murmured sitting up from his seat to kiss the top of my forehead. I closed my eyes and basked in his glorious scent. It was nice to be with him again, I felt safe when he was around and I never wanted him to leave.