Tough scene below… Just a warning.
My mind went back to that day all those years ago. Walking out of the mall hand in hand with Jacob, down to the parking lot. I told him I just needed to use the bathroom, it was a two hour drive home afterall. Why didn't I use the ones in the mall, why wait until I was in the deserted parking lot? Jake said he'd get ice creams from the little shop just back inside the mall and meet me at the car in a few minutes. The last words I said to him, shouting over my shoulder in a giggle… "mint chocolate chip"… my favourite ice cream flavour… It wasn't the most thought-provoking, deep sentiment; no declarations of undying love. If I'd known they were almost certainly the last words I would ever say to him, I would have given them a bit more thought.
I made my way into the bathroom and into a cubicle. It was completely deserted but I thought nothing of it. I mean, it was safe right, it was in a shopping mall? To be honest, any worries for my safety never crossed my mind. I was young and naïve and it was my downfall I suppose. I had learned my lesson well.
I finished up and exited the stall and there he was. He'd locked the door leading into the parking lot and was stood infront of it, picking dirty from under his nails with a huge knife. If the terror hadn't struck me instantly at the situation I was in, I'd have laughed at the ridiculous cliché of it all. But as it was, I had no escape. The windows were several feet above my head and too small to fit through even if I could reach them. This man, this stranger, was standing between me and my only exit – the door into the parking lot. Not knowing what else to do I backed into the cubicle and attempted to shut and lock the door but he was too fast. He threw his entire weight against the door, ramming it with his shoulder and causing it to hit me. The force of it knocked me flying, backwards into the wall behind where my head impacted the tile with a sickening crunch. Dazed and barely aware of what was happening, I felt him haul me to my feet, yanking me out of the cubicle. I tried to struggle but my limbs felt so heavy I could barely lift them. He flung me forward into the unit of sinks infront of me and my body slumped over them. I could feel, and smell, the blood in my hair from the wound on the back of my head. Then all my attention was on the fact that his body was pressed firmly into me, pinning me to the unit and immediately my mind jump started out of the haze of grogginess and I tried to fight against him, twisting my body and clawing at his hand that was caressing over my stomach. Suddenly his hand disappeared, only to grab my hair firmly and yank backwards, pulling me flush against his body, the entire front of him pressed against my back. He flexed his hips forward and I started struggling with renewed vigour when I felt the hardness in his pants pressed firmly into my lower back. He had not uttered a word, but gave a malicious laugh into my ear at my struggles.
I had been crying softly but now, realising the situation I had found myself in I started screaming loudly hoping to alert someone, anyone, to my presence. He immediately let go of my hair and clamped his hand over my mouth. His other hand brought the knife I had noticed earlier up to my neck, pressing firmly into the soft flesh under my jaw. It felt sharp, very sharp, and I was sure it must have broken the skin. He pressed it in slightly firmer, a warning, before placing it on the counter just out of my reach. His free hand then went around to the front of my jeans, fumbling to undo the button and zipper. I panicked then. This man intended to rape me, that much was obvious. I was a virgin and I sure as hell was not going to lose it like this, not without a fight.
Unfortunately, his far outweighed me and my struggles were nothing to him, only eliciting another soft laugh. He managed to get my jeans and panties pulled down to my knees and forced my legs slightly apart with his knee. I was crying and screaming into his hand now where it remained firmly clamped over my mouth. I felt his hand between us. Removing his own clothing. Then I felt him there. Between my legs. He grunted as he pushed forward, my hips pushed hard into the counter while he kept my head firmly back against his shoulder, I was trapped.
Tears fell continuously down my face as he forced himself inside me. The pain was immediate and intense but he went hard and fast with not a word spoken. He only panted in my ear. I can still hear his disgusting noises in my head now as if it were yesterday. I don't think it lasted very long at all but it felt like hours as I stood there, pinned and unable to do anything to escape. He came inside me with a groan, the last thing I remember is looking into the mirror and seeing his grinning face staring back at me, cruel black eyes and evil sneer. He must have hit me again, or drugged me somehow. As the next memory I have is of waking in the fucking cold, damp room in that fucking house. It was more like a dungeon. Then shortly after, the auction happened. Then I ended up with Mr Cullen. All thanks to James Volturi. I had not been taken to order, merely caught James' eye and he took the opportunity as it presented itself.
My thoughts returned to the present and I absently wiped the tears from my cheeks, I hadn't even known they were falling. I started pulling gingerly at the sodden gauze. It was still mostly stuck but came away from the damaged skin slightly – painfully. It was slow work, but I soon managed to get half of the gauze unstuck. The wound underneath was an angry red, and oozing. It was going to get infected for sure. The burn was deep, how long had they left that fucking branding iron on my skin for?
Suddenly the door opened and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I looked up to find Mr Cullen entering. He closed the door behind him then regarded me silently for a few seconds. I looked intently at his shoes desperately trying to fight back the sudden and irrational urge to just break down into wailing sobs at his feet. How could he have done this to me? He never would have allowed this to happen to Esme. His voice was quiet as he spoke, I heard some emotion in it but without looking into his face it was impossible to identify fully. It almost sounded… guilty.
"The bandage needs to come off… Emmett panicked… the wound needs fresh air and to be kept very clean to prevent infection. Dr Gerandy is still here….i'll have him look at it before you leave….."
"Leave?" I question hesitantly. The way he worded it implied I'd be leaving without him. Was I to go with James now?
"Yes, your purchase has been agreed and you are going to your new home after the doctor has seen you".
I nodded silently, sniffing back tears. Mr Cullen walked towards me, his steps hesitant. He stood before me, I kept my eyes to the ground. I expected he wanted a final blowjob or something. I really did not feel up to it. The thought of him using me that way in my current agony made the tears fight their way to the surface again.
But… to my surprise, I felt a gentle hand cup my cheek. He used his thumb to gently wipe away my tears before leaning down to place a soft kiss on my head. I looked up at him and he smiled at me. It looked forced. Pained. He leaned down again, pressing his lips to my forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. Then he was gone. Out of the room, the door shutting with a gentle click.
I am now back home so will, hopefully, return to daily updates. I will try to get some written over the weekend so I can keep to that schedule as I have none pre-written now!
Hope you guys like this chapter ("liked" probably isn't the right word!) and the insight into Isabella's situation that it gave. If you did, review please!