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I just wanted to say thank you to all the people that have taken the time to read and review my story. It really means a lot to me. I have been asked if there will be a HEA and I promise there truly will be. It is just going to take awhile to get there. This chapter does involve a flashback of a rape seen. If that is not something that you wish to read please DO NOT continue reading. It is important to the story. I am sorry if it offends any of you.

One month later….

It has been four weeks since that night. I haven't left my room since the bastard brought me home. Charlie keeps asking me what's wrong but I just can't bring myself to tell him the truth so I just ignore him and continue staring out my window. I know that I'm hurting him by doing this but I just can't seem to bring myself to care about that right now. Who wants to tell their father that while getting drunk their ex (who is loved and treated like the son that they never had) drugged their daughter and raped her. One would think that being the Chief of Police's daughter I would have known better and told him but to be honest, I don't think that my own father would believe me. He acts like Jake can do no wrong and is absolutely perfect in every way.

I slowly let my mind drift back to that morning after I woke up.

Flashback….

I was laying in the bed trying to figure out how the hell I ended up here. As the tears start to slowly run down my cheeks I look over to find Jake sound asleep and decide that now would be the best time to try to get up. I slowly try removing his arm from me without waking the bastard up. When I get finally get that task accomplished I gingerly get out of the bed without causing much movement. I look around the room and try to figure out where the hell I am.

The room is rather plain with only a bed and night stand. I quickly realize that I'm at some motel. While looking around I find my clothes and quickly book it for the bathroom. I quickly turn the shower on as hot as it will go and step inside. The water burns but all I can think about is washing the horribleness of the night off of me. I stand in the shower crying and scrubbing till my skin starts to bleed. The entire time tears are streaming down my face and all I can think is please god why me…..

I finish cleaning up and step out to find a towel. While drying myself off I hear a voice call from the athor side of the door.

"Bella are ok in there sweetheart?" Jake has the nerve to call me a pet name after what the dog did to me! I was beyond pissed and the only thing that comes to mind is screaming at him. 'What the hell do you think you asshole!' But not fully knowing what he is truly capable of I simply replay with "Yeah Jake I'm fine."

I take my time drying off and getting redressed. When I'm finished I stand in the tiny bathroom staring at the mirror at my reflection. The girl that stares back at me is completely unrecognizable. The shine that was once in her eyes is gone and replace with a lifeless look. The forlorn expression on her once happy face is all that remains of the once happy girl that I was. I slowly remove myself from the bathroom and come face to face with the monster that not only took my innocence but whatever peace of mind and happiness that I once had.

"Hey sweetie are you ready to check out we have to get going to tell everybody the happy news?" Jake asked me in an overly happy and arrogant tone. I just stand there looking at him thing 'what happy news'. When he sees the bewildered look on my face he finally telling me what he is talking about.

"Don't you remember honey, you agreed to marry me last night and move in with me?" I look at him as if he has two heads and ask him "what the hell are you talking about Jake?" He simply points down to the ring on my fourth finger on my left hand. I was in such a daze that I hadn't even noticed it till now. On the fourth finger of my left hand was a simple diamond ring. I just looked at it. How the hell could of it been placed there and why the hell was it there to begin with. While I was zoned out Jake took a step closer to me and whispered about how he had proposed to me and I said yes. The only thing I remember for last night was him getting me a drink and then nothing. Everything was a complete blank to me and I was getting rather upset about that.

"What the hell do you mean that I said yes?" That was the first thing that came out of my mouth when looking at him finally. "You really don't remember do you sweetie?" Jake asked. Every time he called me by a pet name like that all I wanted to do was hit him in the mouth. "After we made up I told you I loved you and asked you if you would marry me and you agreed Bella. If you don't believe me you can call and ask Jessica and Mike because they were right there when I did it." As Jake was speaking to me he kept getting closer and closer and his voice kept rising in volume. I was truly starting to feel unsafe at that point. I started to back up until I realized that I was already close to the wall. When Jake noticed this he got a wicked smirk on his face and decided to close the short distance between us and trap me against the wall using his body.

"Ya know I've always wondered what it would be like to take you up against a wall. I'm thinking now would be the perfect time for round two in celebrating our wonderful engagement." Jake said in a taunting voice I have never heard him use before. I started shaking my head back and forth in the universal sign for no. That didn't seem to stop him though because the next thing I knew I was shoved hard into the wall and Jake was ripping my shirt off. When my shirt was gone I tried to pry myself away from him but unfortunately I didn't get very far. He grabbed my hand and pinned them above my head with one of his and with the other started to roughly grab at my breasts. When he got tired of my bra being in the way he took it off and flung it across the room. I was so scared of him at that point that instead of yelling for help I just bit my lower lip and tried not to make any noise in an attempt not to upset him. Now that my breasts were bare he lowered his head and started to suck on the peaks of them so hard I seriously thought he was going to cause them to bleed. I started to whimper and cry out in pain and Jake mistook that as a sign to continue because his hand started to move down my stomach to the button of my jeans. Once those were undone, he started pulling them done as far as he could with one arm while the other still had mine pinned above me. When they were down around my knees he used his foot to pull them the rest of the way down. Once I was completely bare he moved to his pants and started taking them off. Now, one would think that if a girl is standing there with tears running down there face and shaking almost violently that the guy that supposedly loved her would see that this is not something you want and stop right. It was when Jake looked upon me with nothing in his eyes but lust while he shoved himself inside of me that I realized that he didn't see me as someone he loved. He saw me as nothing more than a possession that he wanted to own and dominate.

End flashback…..

I was brought out of the horrible memories when there was a knock on my bed room door.

"Bells Jake and Billy are going o be here soon are you going to be ready to go?" Charlie asked. Tonight I was supposed to have dinner with me oh so wonderful fiancé and his father. When Jake decided that we should tell them the happy news, to say that our fathers were over the moon would be the biggest understatement of the damn millennium. I turn to look at my father and say "yes Dad I will be ready to go."

Some people might wonder why I didn't throw the ring back at him and tell him to go fuck himself and trust me when I say that I gave it serious thought. I was so frightened of him and what he would do that I felt like I was truly stuck. He had made it very clear to me that he had no problems what so ever in hurting me in order to get whatever it was that he wanted.

I went to get up from the chair I was sitting and was hit with a sudden wave of nausea that I had to run to the bathroom. After puking my guts out I brush my teeth and look at myself in the mirror. I had been getting sick for a few days now and the only thing I can think of to cause it is my nerves do to what I have been living with over the past month. While looking in the mirror I noticed that the dark circles under my eyes are more pronounced and that my face looks a lot thinner than it did a month ago.

I start to dig around in the bathroom drawer to find my makeup. Charlie doesn't need to see just how bad I truly am. It's bad enough that I am already hurting him by not talking to him much. When I located what I needed I hurried up and finished getting ready. I really wasn't feeling up to dealing with an angry Jake because it was a tossup as to whether or not he would actually follow thru on his threat of beating me senseless.

I slowly make my way down stairs and cringe when I hear the voice of Satan himself.

"I'm hoping to get Bells packed up and moved into the apartment within the next week or so." Jake said quite happily to Charlie. I stopped dead in my tracks when I hear this. The only thought going thru my head at that point is 'Satan say what?' Apartment I don't recall ever being told anything about this. I was hoping my father would put his foot down and say I couldn't live with him until after we were married and I was going to be putting that off as long as I could. I still have every intention of leaving for college and hopefully getting away from that asshole for good. But apparently the fucking universe is against me because the words that came next sealed my fate in hell.

"That sounds great Jake. I'm glad to hear that you was able to find a place and that Bells will be staying close to home." Charlie said.

My life is truly over. I can't believe my Dad would agree to this. My only hope in getting away from all this was that I still planned on going away to school. Now what the hell was I supposed to do? If Charlie fully supported this then there was no way he was still going to help with financing my move. I was truly stuck here. I was now in my own personal hell. I even started thinking of all the things I could have done to have deserved this. I mean did I murder someone in a passed fucking life or something? I was still running thru all the possible crimes that I could have made against mankind when I slowly entered the kitchen.

"There you are sweetheart we have been waiting on you so that we can go." Jake said in the overly sweet tone of his.

"Yeah sorry about that I was reading and lost track of time." I decided it was better than telling the truth at that point. No need in pushing him this evening. He has already proven that he will hurt me if I piss him off.

"Well Bells since you are ready now we better get going I'm starved." Typical of Charlie always more worried about his stomach than anything else. Although I guess since he isn't aware of the hell he has just sentenced me to I really can't blame him.

We make it thru dinner and home that evening without incident. I have been learning the fine art of duck and cover so that Jake hasn't had the chance to get me alone. I shudder just thinking about what that dick would do if he was alone with me. The fact that I'm running out of time and apparently I will be living with him soon is enough to make me run to the bathroom and loose what little dinner I ate.

Just because my luck truly fucking sucks and fate or karma (whatever you want to call it) is truly a bitch. Charlie just happened to be near that bathroom when I went tearing ass towards the toilet to vomit.

"Bells are ok?" Charlie asked in that concerned fatherly voice. The first thought that ran thru my head was 'do I fucking look ok to you' but I didn't say that.

"Yeah Dad I'm fine. I just think dinner didn't set well with me." Of course he just couldn't leave it at that.

"Bella are you sure? I mean you have been getting sick for a couple of days now sweetie. I really think we should take you to the doctor." Oh God No! The hospital is the last place I want to be right now!

"I'm fine Dad really I promise." I said in what I hope was a convincing voice. I really hope he lets this go. But of course I'm not that lucky since as soon I as finish my statement I was hugging the toilet again.

"That's it Bella come on I'm taking you to get looked at!" This time he used the stern voice. You know the one that left no argument.

I slowly stand up as not to get dizzy and follow Charlie out of the house.

When we make it the ER, I am rushed to a room right away. I guess that is one perk to being the Chief's daughter that I won't be bitching about.

The doctor came in and asked a few questions and took some blood to run tests on. That was one of the reasons I didn't want to come here. I hate needles and the sight of blood makes me sick. When you are already have stomach issues that last fucking thing you want to do is deal with something that will make you even more sick than what you already are.

We were both off in our own little worlds when the doctor came back and literally shattered my entire life.

"Well I can safely say that you are healthy and that there is nothing wrong with you that won't go away in the next 7-8 months. Congratulations Bella your pregnant."

FUCK MY LIFE!

I was I could sit here and tell you that I loved my daughter from the beginning. I wish that I could say that I never thought my life was better off without her. Hell I was I could say that I was never one of those mothers that never thought of ending my baby's life before it even had the chance to start. But I can't do that. I wish I could take away all the negative things I was thinking about when I heard the words. I'm ashamed to admit that it actually took me over two years to truly start to love my little angel. I will spend the rest of my life making that up to her.