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Once we left Denny's, I went with Emmett and Rose in the Jeep to head to the party. When we were about still six houses down from Mikes I could hear the music that was blaring from his house. When we finally reached the house and found a place to park, Emmett and Rose took off somewhere and I was left by myself with a whole bunch of people I did not know. I looked around for a place to sit where hopefully no one would notice me. I walked around and could tell that a lot of the kids where getting drunk and I was becoming extremely uncomfortable. Whenever I looked at a guy that was drunk I would have flash backs to what Phil would do to me when he was drunk.

I wondered down a hall and saw there were three doors. I opened the one closest to me and realized it was a bathroom and that I could not hide in there because people would need to use it. I then went to the next door and opened it and as soon as I did I wish I had never touched it because when I opened that door I saw two people I did not know doing things that would be burned into my mind forever. I hesitated before I opened the third door scared of what I might find, but luckily no one was behind door number three and I had found my secret hiding place. I walked into the room and looked around and saw all the football trophies and football posters and figured this had to be Mike's room. I sat there looking at all of his trophies which distracted me when someone walked into the room and came up behind me. They put their hands over my eyes and slurred the words "G-guess whoo?" and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I wanted to scream, but had trained myself with my years with Phil not to because the only thing screaming did was make it more fun for him and make him madder. I turned around and found a very drunk Mike.

I was trying to keep my composer and find a way back to the party when I said "Hey Mike,…nice party. I was just about to go back. I was looking for the bathro-"

I was interrupted by his lips crashing into mine with so much force that I was now pushed up against a wall. I tried to push him off, but this only made him push against me harder which caused my ribs to hurt even with the back brace on. I gave up fighting and figured the sooner he got what he wanted the sooner he would let me go. When he finally pulled away from our kiss I was gasping for air and he must have mistaken it for passion because this time he picked me up and laid me down on the bed. Flashes of times Phil had done this to me flashed before me and I felt tears burning the back of my eyes. Mike started to kiss me again and forced his tongue into my mouth and it felt like kissing a slimy fish. He was starting to put his hand up my shirt which then reminded me of all the things that James use to do to me, too and then suddenly he stopped and I felt all of his weight on top of me. I tried to push him off, but he was too heavy. Then I tried to get his attention by calling his name "Mike!…MIKE!…MIKE!!" I was starting to have a panic attack from all of the floods of memories that were coming at me and the fact that I was pinned down by a drunk guy was not helping the matter. Finally, I rolled him off of me and started to get up when he grabbed my hand and said "Where do you think your going…baby?"

I hated the word 'baby'. It was something James use to call me when he wanted me to do something for him.

I responded in a meek voice "Going back to the party."

"Oh no your not…I will be right back. I am going to go get us some drinks…Don't move….or you'll regret it."

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he really meant I would regret it and even though I wanted to leave, I was paralyzed in fear. Mike returned about ten minutes later and by which, I was in tears. Mike came in and sat next to me, put the drinks down, and wiped away my tears. But it was in no way sweet because his very touch gave me the chills and not in a good way. I tried to get control of my emotions because I knew I needed to get back to the party before Mike tried anything else because I was pretty sure that Mike had every intention of raping me. I slowly started to rise from the bed when he pulled me back down. He lowered his grip on my arm to holding my hand. I was ready to scream on the inside from him touching me. My normal reaction to people touching me was not good, but for Mike it seemed to be ten times worse. Mike chugged his beer and then spoke "Bella,…."

"Yeah?"

"You're a great kisser."

Wow, he was very drunk I wonder if I ran if he would be able to catch me. He might be too drunk to.

"Well, aren't you going to say ANYTHING?" he was getting angry and I did not know how to appease him.

"What do you want me to say?" I said in a meek voice.

"Don't give me that tone you little slut."

"I am sorry Mike,…but can we go back to the party now? Please."

"No! We go back when I say so…You better start learning your place. You're my girl now….. And now that you're with the star of the football team, you do what I say and what I want when I want…okay?!"

"We're in a relationship?" I blurted the words without thinking and regretted even before Mike pushed me back down on the bed and started to straddle me.

He looked me dead in the eyes and said "No, but your mine and don't think you're the only girl for a minute and don't go around telling everyone about us either….and no need to thank me." and then I closed my eyes and tried to block out the rest of what he did to me.

It had probably only been fifteen minutes, but it seemed like forever when Mike finally decided I could leave. I grabbed my clothes and quickly put them on before I ran to the bathroom to try and fix my hair and make-up. When I reached the bathroom, I saw that my eyeliner was running and that my hair was a mess and my eyes were bloodshot and puffy. I did the only thing I could and that was to splash my face with water and then I dry my face with the hand towel in the bathroom. Then I put my hair in a pony tail and before going back to the party I took 5 deep breaths and forced a smile on my face. I walked through the party looking for Emmett and finally found him in the living room playing Rock Band. Once he was done with his turn he turned around to see me and then started to walk over to me. "Hey Bella,how do you like the party?"

"Oh,it is fun." I lied

"Oh well, I hate to ruin your fun but if we are going to make it back before curfew we need to leave now."

"OKAY!" I answered a little too excitedly, but Emmett did not seem to notice.

When Emmett and I finally arrived home, I went straight for a hot shower. I felt so dirty that I spent almost an hour scrubbing my body and it rubbed my skin raw in some places. Once I was done scrubbing, I sank to the floor of the shower, and started to cry and hoped that no one would hear me over the sound of the shower. I finally cried the last tear and turned off the water and dried off. When I was drying off I noticed a big bruise on my back that was still there from Phil and then saw bruises that was starting to form on my shoulder from Mike when he pushed me against the wall.

I then went to my room and put on my PJ's and headed for my closet. I turned on my I-pod and started to write in my dairy. Once I was finished, I put my dairy back in the back of my bookcase and went to sleep.

I woke up to screaming and tried to locate to source when I realized I was the source. I shut my mouth and hoped that I had not woken Emmett or Charlie. But before I could even finish that thought, Emmett came bursting though my door with a worried look on his face like he was expecting to find someone trying to kill me. Emmett looked around the room for a threat and when he didn't find one he went to me and grabbed me up into a big hug. Normally someone hugging me would have bothered me and made me feel worse, but when I was hugging Emmett I felt safe, for once I felt safe and it was nice. Finally Emmett spoke "Bella, please stop crying…what's wrong?"

It was only then that I noticed I had drenched Emmett's shoulder with my tears.

"I'm sorry Emmett, I am being so stupid…I am so sorry I woke you up."

"Bella, I don't care that you woke me up. I care that you're crying, I want to know what happened. Why are you crying?."

I had no clue what to tell him. I could not tell him that I had a dream of Phil beating and raping me. "I- I just had a bad dream."

"What about?" he said with sincerity.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay then, will you tell me why you are sleeping in the closest when you have a perfectly good bed?"

Oh crap, I had not even realized that. What was I going to tell him that I don't sleep in beds because when I lived with Phil and it made me easier to find and he would randomly come into my room at night and rape and beat me. "I, uhh, don't know... I think I was sleep walking again…" I said, hoping he would buy that I slept walk into my closet and went to sleep.

"Oh," and I could tell he did not believe me, but as long as he did not ask questions I did not care what he thought.

"Well, I am going to go back to bed…Thanks Emmett…and I am sorry to disturb your sleep. It won't happen again…"

"Bella, stop apologizing…it is not your fault you have a bad dream,…but you should probably get some rest now….Goodnight Bella" and he left my room and I crawled back to my closet and tired to fall back asleep, but ever time I closed my eyes I either saw Phil, James or my new nightmare, Mike. I knew sleep was not coming to me so I took out my Dairy and started writing.

Hey so this is most likely the only story I will post today because today and Saturday which means it is football day for me. Which consist of me watching and keeping track of all the game today and of course watching the GATORS beat UM!! I am a big football fan and a big Tim Tebow fan…but yea I guess I am kind of a freak because I am a girl who loves football a lot more then a lot of guys but who cares…but anyways hope you liked this chapter and if you didn't tell me why so I can make the next chapter better…so read and review please…

Alisa )

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