Warning: This is it. This is the chapter that changes everything. I don't condone rape in any way, shape, or form. Writing about it is, however, a great way to deal with the memories.

If you don't want to read about it...stop reading now. For the those who do want to read it...here you go.

***Disclaimer – Stephanie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I'm just letting the characters live in my mind for a while.***

Thursday

Chapter 3

I woke up Thursday with a nervous pit in my stomach. I was alone in the room. As I was turning to see what time it was, a note on the nightstand caught my eye. The paper was plain notebook paper, but a rose was drawn on the top.

Good morning my love,

Don't worry; I haven't gone for long. I decided to go out to pick up a few things that we'll need for your new life. Breakfast is in the refrigerator and Alice left you a box on the counter. I won't be long. I should return around noon.

~Always~

Edward

Well, that settles that then. The bright red numbers on the digital clock told me that it was 8:30 am. Less than 12 hours until Carlisle deflowers me. Wow. That's a strange thought. I suppose this is the first time in history that a woman needs to give herself to her husband's father to keep her husband from killing her. Someone should write a book about me. It would definitely have adventures!

I started to untangle myself from the mess I had made with the sheets. Stupid nightmares. Good thing my husband is indestructible. I'm sure he'd be covered in bruises and bumps every day from my frightened thrashing every night when I sleep. I am looking forward to not having to sleep anymore. However, Edward will only change me after I've had one last human experience, but since he can't do it, that leads me to Carlisle. Wow.

I shook my head to regain my focus and stood up. I immediately met the floor with my face. Sigh. Stupid sheets. I caught a whiff of a rusty odor…blood. Crap. What did I cut now? Just then the stinging started and I looked down at the point of origin: my knee. It was just another small scrape to add to my collection. It already stopped bleeding so there's no need for concern. I definitely can't wait until I'm not breakable anymore.

Carefully, I removed the sheet from around my ankles and made my way to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of jeans and long sleeved shirt along the way. I decided to shower later so I'd be fresh for Carlisle. I shook my head at the absurdity of this entire situation. After getting dressed, I remembered the note said there was breakfast downstairs. Even more carefully than I had made my way to the bathroom, I descended the stairs. The house was bright and open and I loved it here. It's so rare that the house was completely empty. I hadn't realized I was just standing there in silence until my stomach growled. Fine. I'll feed you. Quickly, I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There was a plate sitting on the middle shelf covered in foil and had a note:

French toast with sausage and blueberries. I followed your recipe. Hope I got it right.

~Edward

He cooked for me? My heart jumped a little as a wave of love flew through me. How lucky am I? I heated up my breakfast and began to eat. Pretty good…a little sweet, but not bad! My eyes wandered around the kitchen and settled on a small box on the counter. Alice. I forgot about the box. I reached over the table and grabbed the box. After shoving a few more forkfuls of my breakfast into my mouth, I began to open the 8x10 flat brown box. Knowing Alice, it was probably something ridiculously expensive and unnecessary. Slowly, I lifted the lid and peeked in…a notebook? A plain pen was lying across the top. I took the pen and notebook out of the box. Inside the front cover was a simple handwritten note:

For your memories. ~Alice

I smiled. Now this was a gift. Quickly, I finished my breakfast, washed the plate and fork, poured myself a glass of water, grabbed my new notebook and pen, and settled in to the sofa to await the return of my love. I had only written a few pages about my life since I met Edward when I heard a pounding on the front door.

"BELLA!" A male voice shouted. "Bella? Are you here? I see your truck! Open the door!" Confused as to who in their right mind would bang on the door and scream like that, I slowly made my way to the front door and peeked through the window. Mike Newton. Sigh. I grumbled a little as I opened the door.

"Yes?" I began, but he quickly interrupted.

"Bella. Thank god you're here. I've been looking for you everywhere…" He spoke so frantically; I stopped breathing.

"Mike, what is it?" I was getting scared. Edward, where are you?

"It's Charlie," my heart skipped a beat; "he fell at our store and is unconscious. You need to come with me."

"Hang on; I need to leave a note for Edw…"

"No! We don't have time. We have to get to the hospital now." I knew Carlisle would be there so I'd be safe. He'll tell Edward where I am.

I shut the door behind me and ran to Mike's car with him. I jumped in the passenger seat and put on my seat belt as Mike peeled out of the driveway. He started towards the main road.

"What happened? Did someone call Carlisle? Is anyone with him? Will he be ok? How did you find the Cullen's house?" I rattled out the questions without stopping to hear the answers. I was so consumed with worry that I didn't even notice that Mike had turned in the opposite direction of the hospital and went further out of town.

I looked around at the woods on my right and turned to Mike on my left.

"What? Wait. You said…" I gave him a very confused and angry look.

"I lied." He started to slow down and took a right turn into the woods. I couldn't speak. My heart was pounding. He had an expression that I couldn't place. Anger? Hurt? Fear?

"You what? Where is Charlie?" I demanded.

"He's probably fine." Mike sounded irritated.

"Probably? You made all that up?" I looked out of the windshield to try to figure out where we might be going. All I saw were trees. I don't remember this part of the woods. I was lost. I knew Mike wasn't though. Suddenly, I saw a glimpse of something blue ahead and to the left of the makeshift road. A tent. Mike pulled up next to it and shut off the engine. He hadn't spoken in the last few minutes and just turned his head and one corner of his mouth sneered upwards. His eyes were dark and I was suddenly terrified. Run.

(This is where Mike gets sinister...just warning you...)

I reached for the seatbelt's buckle and felt his hand on mine. He unlocked it and leaned towards me. He missed my mouth by inches as I turned and opened the door. I felt a tug at the back of my shoulder as I bolted from the car. I ran. Don't fall…get away…EDWARD!... I heard heavy footsteps behind me and then the ground flew up towards my face. Consciousness toyed with my mind as I felt someone pick me up and carry me. Everything went black.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and tried to focus. Oh, my head… I couldn't move. I looked down at myself. Naked! Oh God! The reality of my situation became clear as I realized I was tied, standing, to a tree while Mike sat on a chair across from me. He just stared at me. I shivered as a gust of wind blew past. I tried to reason with him.

"Mike," my voice shook, "what's going on? Why are you doing this?" He didn't answer. He just stood up and stepped towards me. I flinched away and closed my eyes as I felt the back of his hand lightly brush my cheek. Then suddenly he slapped me with the other hand. Tears fell freely down my burning face.

"Please…" I whispered.

He finally spoke in a very suggestive tone, "Please what, Bella? Huh?" He moved closer so his whole body was an inch from mine.

"Don't do this," I pleaded. Tear burning. "Please." I ended meekly.

"Why? You're such a tease! You deserve this." I stared at him, horrified.

"I'm married to Edward Cullen, Mike. He'll kill you." I threatened. Edward, help me. Where are you? Surely Alice would have seen something by now. All I could do was beg and cry. The sharp bark of the tree was digging into my back and my head hurt like hell. I tried to struggle but he had me tied so tight to the tree trunk, arms to the side and legs spread. There was no way out. Edward...

As if he knew what I was thinking, Mike spoke, "I know he's gone for the weekend. I saw him in the store buying camping equipment and discussing the mountains with his brothers." Edward. Jasper. Emmett. "I knew you were alone when I saw the doctor's car at the hospital and his wife walking into the grocery store." Carlisle. Esme. "The tiny dark haired one and the blonde were headed out of town, fast." Alice. Rosalie. "Charlie's at the station. We live in a small town, Bella. And I'm not stupid." Tears burned my face. My wrists ached and my lungs were begging to be able to take a deep breath. "I knew you stayed here for your honeymoon and when I saw your truck in the driveway…you made this too easy, Bella." He reached around to my left hand and removed my wedding ring.

"No. Don't…" I begged.

"What? This?" He held up my ring. The symbol of love and devotion from my husband. "Nice. Expensive?" My eyes narrowed. "Oh well, his loss." Then Mike threw my ring into the woods with as much force as he could. I quickly made a mental note of the direction that he threw it in.

"You should have been mine." His hand came up to cup my breast. He leaned his body against mine and made sure I understood his arousal as he flexed his hips into me. His mouth went to my right ear and he whispered, "Your precious Cullen," he spat his name, "doesn't seem like the gentle type. So, I'll make this easy and familiar to you." He moved his mouth to my left ear and added, "I like it rough anyway." He backed up and winked at me as he pinched my nipple. Bastard. I froze.

He backed away and his gaze raked over me as if he was inspecting me. Then he nodded as if to confirm his thought and was at my side, untying the knots of the rope around my feet. I waited. As soon as my arms were free, I ran. I didn't care that I was naked, I had to try. Once again, I felt a hard blow to my back and I fell forward. I was dragged across the rough ground and thrown into the tent. He zipped the door shut and tore off the zipper handle. Almost immediately he lunged at me and tied my hands together and secured the other end of the rope to a cement block he had placed in the corner. He leaned over me and smiled as he ran his hands over my body. I tried to struggle, but I was exhausted. I still had to try.

"Looks like you like this!" He taunted as his hand slid between my legs. "Don't worry, you'll love this if you like it rough. Do you? No, never mind. This is about me. You whore!" He bent his head and sank his teeth into my breast. I sobbed.

He was delusional. I wasn't aroused in the least. He must have taken my struggling as a turn on. Asshole. I could hear metal clanking. His buckle. Then a zipper. This is really happening. I closed my eyes and turned my head as I felt him spread my legs and position himself between them.

"Edward, I'm sorry." I whispered and the tears exploded again as Mike pushed himself into me in one fast motion and then stilled. I screamed as loud as I could. He was mumbling to himself, but I didn't pay attention. The pain was blinding. Just as he began to move again, I heard a low growl, tearing fabric, and my attacker was suddenly lifted off of me. I opened my eyes and saw a very frightened Mike cowering in the corner. Turning my head I met the eyes of my rescuer…

Hehe...I've always wanted to leave a cliffhanger...