Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns twilight
BPOV
As I left the motel I couldn't help but to think back over what Edward had asked of me. Would it be so simple as to leave? No. That was the sad fact of my life. I couldn't escape no matter what, I was a prisoner to my husband. I wasn't entirely sure of what Edward had planned all I hoped was that it would happen soon. Before I started showing, there was no way I would be able to explain my mysterious pregnancy to Jacob. He would surely know that I was cheating and then I would probably die. No, I would die, no doubt of that. Jacob I'm sure had already killed someone already. I just didn't want to be next on his list. The house suddenly came into view and my insides churned. What I wouldn't give to go somewhere where people didn't know my husband and didn't know me. Somewhere where I could rebuild myself. As I looked up the house came into view, noticing Jacob's car was gone. I pulled into my parking spot in front, thanking my lucky stars I quickly bolted into the house, up the staircase and into our room.
The room was done in dark hues of red, the king sized bed was covered in a black comforter, with black throw pillows strewn across. The walls were adorned with dark mysterious paintings, mainly of death. Whenever I walked into this room I felt as if my life were portrayed with the darkness I felt here. Being in this room is where I felt reality of my situation the most. Sometimes I often wonder how different would my life be if I had just met Edward first. Shaking myself from my thoughts I quickly dressed in a pair of sweats and a shirt. Climbing into bed I turned off the light, wrapping myself in the blanket, I wished for sleep. It was only at night when my fears would overtake me and the what-ifs would crowd my mind. After twenty minutes of lying there I decided to sit on the patio that was adjoined to our room. Sitting up I pulled back the covers, suddenly a light went across the ceiling. Listening intently I could hear the loud music coming from Jacobs car as he pulled in. He always drove his favorite car when he went out for the night, which was a Hummer H3 and of course, like his personality, was black. I could hear him stumble out of the car. Great, wasted again. I pulled the covers back up and rolled onto my side facing the wall. Feigning sleep was something I was quite good at, especially as of late.
Downstairs the door slammed, making me jump a little. I could hear him hauling himself up the stairs. Yeah, this is definitely not something I could ever put a child through. I heard him fall into our bedroom door, usually he would climb onto the bed and fall asleep with his clothes on, not bothering to even get under the blanket. Of course that I didn't mind, I always felt dirty when he would touch me. Funny how that seemed since I should feel dirty having Edward put his hands on me, but he made me feel alive, something I hadn't felt since high school.
"Isabella! Get your ass out of bed!"
With a start I realized tonight was going to be different, with my heart pounding in my chest I laid there still trying to pretend to be asleep.
"I said get up you fucking whore!"
Again I laid there, wishing beyond anything that this was a nightmare. That he would just get into bed and pass out. But as luck would have it that wasn't happening tonight.
"Look bitch, don't make me come over there and get you," He slurred hiccupping, "I know you aren't asleep now get up and come over here."
Knowing he knew I was faking, I slowly edged myself out of bed. Looking up at him I took note of the fact that he hadn't quite had enough to drink to make him pass out. With that in mind I decided to try and make him happy, at least until he did decide to go to bed.
"Come here."
With my legs shaking and my heart pounding I walked towards him, stopping only a foot away from him. Suddenly without warning he grabbed my chin, digging his fingers into my cheeks.
"Now that I have your attention bitch, listen carefully to what I have to say," His eyes were bloodshot and I could faintly see a white powder on the inside of his left nostril, "I am sick to death of you being plain and boring, I did not marry you so that you could sit at home all day and read books."
With each word he said he dug his fingernails in just a little bit harder, I had to clench my fists to keep from crying out. Not once in the entire time that we have been married had he put his hands on me like this, but I guess a good thing, no matter how insignificant must come to an end.
"From now on I want to know what your going to wear at all times, and you will come down and make an appearance when we have company over," pulling my head up further to expose my neck, he said, "You were learn to be a gracious hostess, I don't want my men to think that I have an ungrateful bitch for a wife."
With that he threw me to the ground, seeing his leg swing back I rolled away, narrowly escaping his foot.
"Seeing how I'm going to have to teach you to be obedient to me, we might as well get a few things straight," He leeringly got down and grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. "First things first: if you ever try that again know that your punishment will be a hell of a lot harsher." With that he slapped me across the face, tears sprung to my eyes.
"Now that I have your full attention listen, I want you to clean this house spotless this place is a mess and your going to start dressing nicer enough of these shirts and jeans," he waved his hand in the air as he talked, silently I wished he would go to bed. "Now your going to stop reading those damn books, you have better things to do than read."
Walking over to my closet he started ripping my clothes off of the hangers and throwing them everywhere around the room. Making quick work of this he spun around and glared at me.
"Now pick this up, and throw them away!"
Slowly I stood up and looked him in the eye, hoping to plead with him, surely there was something I could do. He strode over to me, standing there looking like the devil himself. Reaching up he grabbed me by the hair, pulling my face back. Punching me square in the face, he began to speak again, "Look Bitch I know what's going on in that head of yours and the answer is hurry it the fuck up! I haven't got all day."
The blood was pouring out of my nose at this point, I closed my mouth trying to keep from tasting. But some had still passed through my lips and with the metallic rusty taste on my tongue I gagged.
Laughing at me Jacob threw me to the floor, kicking me in the ribs. "Looks like I have another lesson to teach you, never, ever question me."
Pulling me up by my hair he threw me into the wall, my head slammed into one of the paintings. Sliding to the floor I began to panic for my baby. What if it got hurt? What if I miscarried? Standing over me Jacob stomped on my ankle, causing me to cry out.
"Now clean this up!"
Struggling to stand, I grabbed onto the wall for support, my hand brushed against the bottom of a painting. This action earned me another punch only this time he got my mouth and not the majority of my face. My face seared with pain, blood oozed out of a split in my lip, tears were crowding my eyes, threatening to spill over. My whole body was throbbing and my head pounded. I had never felt this much pain all at once in my whole life. Noticing my tears Jacob started to chuckle.
"Don't touch my shit again bitch."
Limping my way over to clothes on the floor, I began scooping them into a pile. While I was doing this Jacob walked out of the room. When he left I cradled my face, trying to survey the damage without a mirror. With no such luck I began to once again worry about my baby. Sure my stomach hadn't been touched yet, but the night was still young and surely something would come of being thrown around like a rag doll. What would make him go crazy like this? What if he already knew about Edward and me? No, I would already be dead if he knew. While I sat there on the floor contemplating this Jacob walked back into the room, carrying a black garbage bag in his hand.
"Now put them in here," Throwing the garbage bag at me, he leaned against the wall. "Remember I don't have all night."
Slowly I began to put my clothes into the bag, as I did this I began to notice my vision had doubled and the blood was becoming more apparent. The rusty metallic smell was getting to me now. My head started to loll and tears crowded my eyes for the second time tonight. If only Edward were here. No, he can't be here, he would only have gotten himself killed trying to protect you. My mind scolded, you have to think rationally about this.
"Your taking forever." Jacob growled from his place against the wall.
"I'm sorry," I starting sobbing.
"Did I say you could speak!"
He lunged at me, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him. "You need to learn your place whore."
Grabbing the collar of my shirt, he pulled my face onto the floor. I heard what sounded like his belt coming off, thinking he was going to rape me, I began to struggle. This earned me a slap. He finished taking off his belt, "Now I told you, your going to start listening to me!" He cracked the belt against my back, at this point I starting crying and screaming. Tears rolled down my face and onto the carpet. Without relent he kept hitting with his belt, each time it came into contact with my skin, pain would shoot through my body. I could hear the air whizzing through the buckle as it came down onto my back. After a while he seemed to grow tired because his hits were not as strong and kind of sluggish. Throwing the belt on the ground he stood.
"Now I'm going to bed, this had better be cleaned up before I wake up tomorrow morning!" turning towards the bed he climbed on top of the covers, "Better be done right, you fucking filthy piece of shit."
He turned over and faced the wall. I attempted to stand but my body seemed drained of energy. Everything hurt, my back throbbed and my head pounded. I wish I could take something for this pain. With shaky legs I limped into the bathroom, looking at my face, I began to cry again. There was dried blood under my nose and on my chin. Some of it had spilled onto my shirt. My hair was knotty and sticking up in places, my right eye was bruised and slightly swollen. There was bruises in the shape of fingers on my left arm from where Jacob had grabbed me. Turning around I carefully lifted my shirt up to see my back, big angry welts crisscrossed my back, starting from the nape of my neck and stopping just above my pants line. I looked horrible, there was no way Edward could see me like this, he would go crazy if he found out that Jacob had hit me.
With new tears filling my eyes, I turned the water on and began to slowly wash my face. I gently scrubbed away the blood, hissing from the sting that came from my lip. Once I was satisfied, I began to bush my hair, wincing every time I would accidentally pull to hard on the brush. When I was done I limped back into the bedroom and began to hastily throw my clothes into the garbage bag, not wanting to part with them I slowly made my way down the stairs. Walking out the front door and to my truck proved to be a hassle. Every time my ankle bumped into the bag I would have to stop and take a breather. When I finally made it to my truck I opened it up and threw my bag of clothes into the cab, locking it quickly afterwards I turned back towards the house. It would be too easy to just leave. Really he had unknowingly packed for me, considering I wouldn't have chosen a garbage bag of all things but hey, I was packed right?
Shaking myself of these thoughts I trudged back into the house and once again up those stairs and into that dreaded room, which now had become my personal trip to hell. I noticed there were some hangers on the floor in front of the closet, bending down to pick them up, I noticed that my prenatal vitamin bottle was sitting on the floor. It must have flown out of the jeans that I was concealing them in. I wonder if he even noticed? I shuddered with that thought. Picking them up I hid them in a shoe box. Knowing he would never look there, I quickly picked up the rest of the clothes hangers and placed them back on the rack. Closing the door, I turned around and surveyed the room, looking for anything out of place. Seeing nothing I sat down on the floor next to the bed. I couldn't even bear the thought of having to lie there next to him, especially after what he did tonight. He could have hurt the baby. Or worse, he could have caused me to miscarry. I placed my hand on my belly, looking down I couldn't help the fear that snaked through my heart. What if he did notice the bottle? I began to cry silent tears this time, only they weren't for just me they were for my baby. My sweet innocent angel who had done nothing wrong. My little Edward, who had brought me such joy, as much as his father did. How am I going to get us out of here, little one? Laying carefully on my side I curled up into a ball, willing sleep to come. With my head pounding, my back throbbing and my heart aching I succumbed to the darkness.
When I opened my eyes again I noticed the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Feeling my stomach churn with my usual morning sickness, I slowly sat up feeling the stiffness in my body from sleeping on the floor. Glancing over I noticed Jacob wasn't in bed, pulling myself off of the floor I limped into the bathroom. Puking up everything I seemed to have eaten the day before, I flushed the toilet. Something caught my eye and when I turned to look, my heart started pounding all over again. Because there in the doorway stood Jacob.
