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I have updated The Famous finally but this story is really my main focus now, I hope everyone likes this story so far? Have any of you figured out who's after Bella? Drop me a review and tell me your guesses.

I've just started watching Vampire Diaries and True Blood Season 3. Not quite sure if any of them stack up to Twilight but anyway.

I know you guys are anxiously waiting to see what and why these people are after Bella. It should be revealed within the next few chapters. If I feel generous (Reviews are a good way to butter me up). :)

Thank you to haleyscott305, who out of the 224 people who recently read my story reviewed. Thank you so much. You made my day. Also a big thank you to the people who read this story. It makes me happy to see these people reading my story, it tell me I may be doing something right.

The song for this chapter is Cut by Plumb. (Vampire Diaries. Stefan...Swoon)

Disclaimer: I do not Twilight. SM does...dang it!

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A LEMON IN IT. IF YOU SHOULD NOT BE READING THIS DON'T.

Sorry about the long arse A/N.

Anyway without further ado here's the chapter.

I'm not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore

A fragile flame aged

Is misery
And when our hearts meet
I know you see

I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut

I may seem crazy
Or painfully shy
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you would just look me in the eye
I feel alone here and cold here
Though I don't want to die
But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside

I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut
Pain
I am not alone
I am not alone

I'm not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore

But I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I found it when

I was cut

BPOV

'I'll pull the trigger' I breathed

'Like you did on James? Hmm? How did it feel to kill someone? It's such a rush' Joe said smiling at me evilly.

I hit the punching bag with all of my strength. All my pent up anger and frustration was put into my blows. I was sweating and I felt gross but I still didn't stop. I wouldn't stop until I had all these emotions out of me. I didn't like feeling this must emotion. It left me to vulnerable and I didn't like that. It had been five days since the ordeal at the restaurant and I hadn't left Edward's house. I owed him a lot for all he had done for me. He had protected me and when I didn't have anywhere to go he had provided me with a safe haven.

Edward had given me a brief hug before he went to do some grocery shopping. In a way I thankful to be alone for a while. Edward had been hovering around me and quite frankly it was getting annoying. I was so angry with everyone. But that was just an excuse, I was really angry with myself. I pictured Joe's face as I hit the punching bag with all of my might. I just kept dragging people into my crap.

I kicked the punching bag and it swung back with such a force that it knocked me to the ground. My hair fell over my eyes and I let out a huff to blow it out of my eyes before standing up and trudging into the kitchen.

Edward's house was big. My favourite room was quite easily the kitchen. It brought back loving memories of being in the kitchen with my mother.

Renee Swan was beautiful, caring, nurturing and strong; all the things a good mother should have been. She loved cooking even though she wasn't very good at it but my younger sister Tanya and I still ate it, we didn't want to hurt her feelings. Renee was a bit of an odd woman every week she was on a new health kick or joining some crazy class and I loved her for it. She was bubbly and loved life. But nothing meant more to her that her family.

I smiled to myself at the memory as I grabbed some milk out of fridge and pulled a cup down from the cupboard. I looked down at my reflection on the stainless steel toaster. I cringed, I was a mess.

What started me most was the broken look in my eyes.

'Yo, Edward' A voice called. I walked out into the hallway and walked right into a wall. Except it wasn't really a wall.

The man surged a big russet skinned hand at me, helping me up.

'Whoa Beautiful! Where'd you come from?' he said as him stood me up and looked me up and down. I guess I did need to put on some more clothes; I wasn't very decent in my work out shorts and bra.

'The kitchen?' I asked and he laughed.

'I meant what are you doing at Edward's house? He hasn't had a girl over since Laur...since a long time ago' he said clearing his throat. Who was the girl he was about the mention?

A former girl friend of Edward's?

An ex-fiancée?

An ex-wife?

'Oh' I said now realizing the innuendo in his first question 'Edward's just a friend. I need a place to stay and he let me bunk with him'

'Anyway I'm Jacob Black' he said thrusting his hand at me, I extended mine and his giant hand swallowed mine.

'Isabella' I said and something flashed in Jacob's eyes. Knowledge? Recognition?

'Bella?' he asked and I nodded in acknowledgement of my preferred nickname. His eyes were blazing now with excitement, like he had just been told a secret that he couldn't wait to pass along. He smiled a villainous smile, I didn't think he even realized. Jacob made me feel uneasy for some reason.

'So where's Ed gotten to?' he asked as I help up a bottle of water from the fridge and he accepted it, ripping the lid off it and gulping back its contents like he hadn't had a drink for days.

'Just to the shops he should be back any minute' was it only me that caught the back off warning in my voice. As if on cue I heard the front door open and Edward announced he was home.

'Hey man' Jake hollered at Edward who was now walking up the hall, his arms filled with shopping bag. Jacob stepped forward and took some from his arms. I jumped up and sat on the counter as Edward and Jacob walked into the kitchen. He looked between the two of us suspiciously before turning around and grabbing the extra bags from Jacob and putting the groceries away.

'How are you doing man?' Jacob said. We were now sitting in the lounge room, beers our hands. I Sat next to Edward on the love seat and Jacob sat on the recliner opposite of us. Although he spoke to Edward his eyes never one left me. Like he was afraid I was going to make a run for it. This didn't escape Edward's attention either. He cleared his voice in an attempt to rein in Jacobs's attention, his eyes flashed to mine before reluctantly looking back at Edward.

I ended up zoning out of their conversation. I ended up excusing myself to go up to my room. Which was I guess the spare bedroom. All of my possessions were back at the hotel but I was too scared by the idea of being caught or of anything happening to Edward and his family. Nothing was familiar about this bedroom but it was what I called home. The other day Alice and Rose had taken me shopping as they tried pressing me for answers. They talked about me when I was trying on the clothes, nothing nasty but still.

**Flashback**

'I don't what it is Rose' Alice breathed. I thought they were talking about some hideous fashion accessory until Rosalie spoke.

'Well it's a scar obviously what I asked is what caused it?' Rosalie said and I instantly knew they were talking about my scared face. The only two people that had seen it this far had been Emmett and Alice. I kept my long bangs in the way, I hadn't of thought Rosalie had seen it.

Alice sighed before she spoke. 'Something horrible has happened to Bella. I wouldn't have a clue what it is but it must have pretty traumatic. The night we met her at the bar I followed her into the bathroom to talk to her about Edward and I noticed it. It goes across all of her face. But it's not just the physical scaring. Have you noticed how she always sits near a door and she always looks around?'

'Like someone's watching her?' Rosalie asked. 'That's not the worst part though. Have you seen the look in Bella's eyes she gets when no one's watching? She looks so broken".

My hands balled up into fists and tears dripped from my eyes as I silently cried. I sat on the bench by the mirror with my head in my legs as another round of sobs racked through my frame.

I looked up at my face in the mirror and pushed my fringe behind my ear. I was beautiful I knew I was. Once upon a time I was very vain about how I looked. My lips were full and pouty, the lower slightly bigger than the top lip. My nose was straight and my cheeks we always faintly flushed with a slight pink, a permanent reminder of my awkward blush. The scar on my face was thin but long it ran through my eye, over my cheek and down the corner of my face all concealed by my hair when I kept it on my face. Lastly I looked at my eyes and I gasped as I peered into my own soul. My eyes always changed colour depending on my mood.

Light ochre for my blissful happy moods.

A warm brown when I was joyous and flamboyant and enjoying myself.

A murky red-brown like the cracked clay of a desert when I was angry

And finally Black for times like this when I miserable or scared. You couldn't tell the colour of my irises from my pupil but the emotions that swirled in them were clear as day. They were beautiful and alarming my eyes, big and doe they were my best feature before my naturally blood red lips. There was a broken innocence in them. Innocence from before all the horrible things that had happened to me, to my family. Innocence I so desperately wanted to cling onto because letting it go meant letting go of those I couldn't forget but so desperately wanted to. I had pulled a thick black afghan of repression over the memories that haunt me every night.

They were beautiful, haunting, and dark and had a broken innocence that made me silently cry harder. A voice came from the other side of the door.

'Bella hurry it up. I want to get to Taco Bell before dinner?' Alice's shrill voice called.

'Hang on. I'm coming' my voice cracking on the end word. As I got dressed I managed to calm myself down somewhat. I opened the door to find Rosalie and Alice standing outside. They took one look at me and they could tell I was upset. They could tell I didn't want to talk so they didn't ask.

For that I was thankful.

**End Flashback**

I stood in the shower looking at my feet as the water fell from the shower head, my own tears mixed with them but I couldn't tell the tears from the water droplets. My teeth dug into my lip and little drops of blood dripped onto the shower tiles before they swirled down the drain. I looked back up and turned the water as hot as it would, want to singe the memories and the darkness from me. I ended up slumped on the ground and I closed my eyes.

I don't know how long it had been but when I opened my eyes the water was cold and there was banging at the door.

'Bella are you okay? Answer me' he called but got no response. Edward became more frantic as he finally discovered the door was in fact unlocked.

That's where he found me, naked on the floor in the shower. He helped me rise to my feet before he stood back and looked me over. Edward's eyes widened and his jaw slack as he looked at me naked for the first time. His pants tightened as I looked down at his erection.

He let out a gust of breathe and I felt the wetness run over my legs. We met each other half way, tears flowed out of my eyes again as my lips crushed Edwards. His hands glided over my body, down the sides of my breasts to my bare hips where he groped with open fingers. My own arms wrapped around his neck and I stood on my tip toes so I could kiss his better. Edward picked me up pushed my back into the wall as kissed me harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my centre was directly above Edward's jeans. He pushed his nether regions into my and I let out a loud groan as the rough material of jeans rubbed against my sensitive pussy. Edward suddenly pulled away.

'Bella?' Edward said in ragged breaths. 'Your crying. Your upset. This might not be a good idea' he said. But he didn't look like he wanted to stop.

'I won't. I want you. I just need to forget I just need to feel. Please Edward' I begged.

'No more tears?' I nodded my head and he attacked my lips again.

EPOV

She lead me over to the couch with out a word. She forced me to sit when my knees hit the back of the leather and she knelt in front of me. Her tiny hands pulled me free from my boxers. I stopped breathing again. She licked her full lips before wrapping them around the hardness.

I moaned loudly and jerked in surprise. All thoughts of why she had been crying and what bothering her left my head as she began to work me with her hot little mouth. She licked, swirled, and sucked, her head bobbing up and down. I clenched my fist tightly, trying to control myself, my eyes shutting as well.

She pulled her mouth away and I dared to open my eyes. Bella stood before me exposing her lower half. She straddled my lap, spearing herself with me, surprising me with her quick action. I groaned with satisfaction Bella was so tight and warm and I felt like I was in heaven. She put her hands on my shoulders, giving herself more leverage to move.

Her eyes locked with mine as she bounced up and down on me. Her breast swayed with the movement, her breasts were the perfect and large, her stiff nipples pleasant against my palm. Bella threw her head back in approval as I worked the mounds with my fingers.

I had to taste her. They looked to creamy smooth not to. I leaned forward and brought her nipple into my mouth. I sucked the harden nub, flicking my tongue against it. I could have done this for... forever. Her arms wrapped around my neck, holding me in place.

She cried out and tightened around me. It took me a moment to realize what was happening. She was orgasming. I sucked her nipple harder, trying to make the feeling last as long as possible. It may have felt good to her, but it was heaven to me.

She screamed my name loudly, her walls constricting around me to nearly the point of pain which started my own orgasm I throbbed and pulsed as I released inside of her.

I carried her over to the bed and set us both under the covers before a thought struck me.

'Bella we didn't use protection?' I said in a panicked voice.

'Pill' she said sleeping as she turned away from me. I gasped.

From one side of her back to the other was a thick red scar like a knife slash and to further prove her point there were stab wounds all over her lower and upper back. I rolled her back over and pushed the hair out of her face as she tried to hide her face from. Bella finally looked at me in all her beauty but something seemed out of place on her perfect face. It was the scar of a knife slash that ran all over face.

I knew something terrible must have happened to her but I never would have guessed anything of this extent.

'Bella what happened to you?'

When she finally looked me in the eyes I saw a broken innocence that ripped my heart in two.

There we.

So sorry for not posting it sooner but it's been busy these last couple of weeks,

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