So, in this chapter there is some vivid abuse, I will put that part between stars (*), and it is most likely that that is how I will end this chapter, so yeah! Enjoy.

She's been here so many times
Before she can't remember
When she last felt anything at all
But this fear and anger
She states intently at the door,
Listens for his footsteps
She knows exactly what's in store
And the knowing makes it worse
And when he crushed her
She can't feel; her screams are silent
Hides in the corner of her mind
Where she plays contentedly
She leaves this night more far behind

Sleep By Stabbing Westward

He smirked, "Now Bellerina, I think we should talk."

I froze, small tremors ran through me, yet I wasn't positive if Jasper knew how truly scared I was.

"Calm down Bellerina... Nothing bad, just a talk." Apparently the fucker did, and that pissed me off to no extent.

"You're turning red, try to control your own emotions." He said with a wink... Bastard.

"Talk about what?" I asked, acting innocent.

"Bella..." He warned, trying to be serious, "Care to explain why you're always 'one step forward, two steps back?"

"Nope." I answered, suddenly interested in my finger nails.

"Well then, until you send me away, I'll be walking right besides you; backwards or not." He said in a 'matter-of-factly' way, crossing his arms like a stubborn child.

"Very mature." I replied, fixing a glare on him.

"Very mature." He mimicked me.

"Really now Cowboy?" I said, getting annoyed.

"Really now Cowboy?"

"Jasper." I warned using his actual name for the first time.

"Jasper."

I huffed and crossed my arm in the same matter he did earning a smirk from him, God how I wanted to slap it off his face.

"Now Bellerina. Who's not mature?" He asked- smirk growing.

"You." I muttered below my breath. To say I was suprisasked; smirked when he started chuckling was an understatement, I didn't expect him to hear it and it made me jump. To bad it just made him laugh harder.

"Bella?" He asked sobering up.

"Hm?" I murmured.

"Alice talked to me about, well, you..." I stayed calm, maybe our conversation was just some sick trick to mess with the fucked up girl and he was finally going to leave me alone.

"Bella? I'm not going anywhere."

"Isa?" He asked tapping my shoulder, slowly I looked over at my best friend, he wiped a tear from my eye and said, "I'm not going anywhere..."

The bell snatched me back to reality and I felt a cool hand slowly wipe a tear from my eye before the hand, and its carrier, retreated out of biology.

I made my way numbly through the rest of school and all the way back home, trying to not think of anything Jasper or... Riley... related. Before I even knew were I was going I was pulling into my parking lot and up the steps.

"Isabella..." slowly I turned to face a very angry looking James.

"Is everything alright, James?" I asked, glancing around for Victoria.

"Peachy keen, Jellybean..." He said, his voice growing disturbingly dark.

"Where's Victoria, James?" I asked in the same manner as the first.

"Visiting friends," He sneered the word, "at her book-club."

My breathing regulated and my heart beat went back to normal, "What's the matter, James?"

"Oh... Nothing really... Do you remember that friend you had?" I froze.

"Rrrrr-andy?" My breathing stopped.

"Rrrrr-emy?" My heart rate sky-rocketed.

"Rrrrr-icky?" I became angry- livid- furious.

"Rrrrr-amsey?" I turned on my heals and came face to face with James.

"Rrrrr-il-" My fist collided with his jaw before I even realize what was happening. I was straddling him, pounding my fists into his face as hard as I could manage. I punched him for Victoria- for my hurt- for my anger- for Riley. He grabbed my hands as flipped us over, I couldn't see it from my blurred vision but I knew he had a wicked smile on his face; I knew this is what he had wanted. I knew what was coming...

"Hey now, temper, temper..." He whispered in my ear before throwing a blow to my stomach. I curled into his fist; coughing till my throat burned.

"I don't think-" He slapped me, "It was very nice-" He pounded his fist into my side, "To hit me. Do you?" He asked, barley millimeters from my face, but I kept my jaw clenched- I will never- have never, given him the satisfaction of hearing me scream. He became angrier when I didn't speak and he threw his first in every direction skillfully keeping away from my face. I think I herd this braking, maybe smelt the smell of blood; even felt my self being tossed across a room, but I couldn't be sure as I slipped away into the safety of my own mind...

Okay, so there it is, I know this one is super short but I'm sick and yeah. So I have a question, would you rather I make longer chapters, or update, like, twice a week? Thanks to all who Read and especially to those who review! I love you all. Please R&R.

Scritto con amore ,
-Isabel P.