Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisiana, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, soplease, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Trigger warning, guys!
Camilla POV
October 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
After the trouble that happened at the Cullen residence last night, I decided to do a little more retail therapy, as I always did in stressful situations. The serenity that buying a nice pair of shoes gave was second to none. Waking up that Saturday morning, I felt no better about the way the dinner occurred, however the intense embarrassment I felt overshadowed any anger I may have held for any of them.
What must they have thought about me, causing such a disruption in their home, after they'd been so kind as to invite me into it. Even though I still didn't know what I had done to offend Rosalie so much, I still felt the urge to apologise to Alice, especially because her liaison with my brother was cut short because of my discomfort.
Having a long shower, complete with attempting to scrub away the awkwardness I felt, and removing any hair that was littering my body, then finally washing my hair, from the scalp to the tips, and clipping it out of the way, while I did the rest of my morning routine. Stepping out of the bathroom, entirely more fresh-faced and relaxed, I padded back into my bedroom, and began drying myself off.
After moisturising my skin with strawberry scented lotions and oils, I rummaged through my chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of clean, teal matching underwear, then I began getting dressed - thankfully the weather decided to be a little nicer this morning, so I went with a very shot sleeved graphic black tee, with the Marvel insignia imprinted across the torso, tucked into a pair of acid-wash burgundy skinny jeans.
Over my shoulders went a sleeveless denim jacket, and I styled my hair in a fairly simply fish braid towards the left hand side, tied at the ends with an elastic band. On my feet were a pair of worn white Converse, and I packed my leather satchel with everything that I would need for a long day at the mall.
Just in case the weather decided to change, I packed a reliable umbrella in my bag, along with my credit card, enough change to get myself a cab home, plus something to eat if I needed to, as well as my cell and overhead earphones. I picked up my bunch of keys that hung from a nail besides my bedroom door, and, after checking the time and seeing it was just after midday, I left. I knocked once on Clyde's door to make sure he was still alive, and after hearing his angry, garbled groan, and shuffling, I knew he was fine.
I picked up a banana from the fruit bowl in the middle of the kitchen, and walked outside, intent on catching the bus into the town centre, then catching a cab back home, as my motorcycle wasn't at all practical for bringing home shit, especially not flimsy shopping bags.
The bus station was at the end of the street from my house, so it wasn't at all hard for me to navigate and find, and within twenty minutes, I was on my way to the mall, sitting by the window, watching as suburbia flitted passed my eyes.
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Sighing, I found that the continuous ache in the centre of my chest hadn't, at all, passed, even after having been here for nearly four hours. Just like I had predicted, the weather had changed, drastically, and I was almost loathed to step outside, especially considering there were no cabs out, like there had been beforehand.
My hands ached from carrying around the full-to-bursting plastic bags, and I groaned, wishing I hadn't bought so much. I tended to not shop in the mainstream stores, and instead trailed around the places that sold thrift clothing and others such like it. They were miles cheaper, and looked just as good, plus I could work on the clothes, and improve them as I saw fit.
Sipping the last of the mind milkshake that I had in my hands, I threw it in the appropriate trash can, and collected my bags, once more, ready to brave the torrential rain that had practically levelled the town of Madison, Wisconsin.
Unfortunately, if I were going to carry the bags I had in my hands, I wouldn't be able to use my umbrella, and so, I was fucked beyond belief. There was no way I was getting onto the bus without my clothes being ruined and my hair destroyed.
Thankfully I didn't see any need to wear makeup today, otherwise I would have been furious. As quickly as I could, I pummelled down the now-darkened streets, hoping to reach the bus station quicker. I passed the bright lights of a few convenience stores, however nothing could dissuade me from my quest.
I needed to get to a bus stop, and quickly.
Unfortunately, just as I got it in my sights, I saw that a bus had just pulled away, and so, I was going to be standing out in the rain for another half an hour, as the weather affected the schedule of the buses greatly. Groaning to myself, I steeled against the rain, and decided to walk home, hoping that the twenty minute bus journey wouldn't equate to double that on foot.
Cutting through some shady looking alleyways, I found myself in the back of an abandoned car park, and I noticed that if I cut through it, I wouldn't have to trail all the way around the complex. Deciding that for the time being, I would be stupid, and do just that, I began my descent, however I would have had to have been both deaf and blind as to not notice the approaching shadows that were following me.
I hoped that they were just people like me, who had made shitty decisions earlier than morning and decided, on a whim, to cut through the parking lot, as the alternative was entirely more sinister, and I had no way of protecting myself, besides the rape whistle my brother ordered me to carry around after that night.
"Hey beautiful, wanna have some fun?," one of them shouted, and internally, I recoiled from the tone in which he used. Entirely lecherous and seedy, and it made me feel filthy just for listening to it.
Doing the smart thing and just ignoring them, but speeding up my steps, trying to reach the more populated sidewalk, I carried on, only to find more of them loitering there.
"Hey! Don't ignore me!"
I needed to get out, otherwise bad things could happen to me, and nobody would know. Hell, they probably wouldn't be able to hear me, as the traffic was so loud, and people were shouting all sorts of anarchic shit. It was absolute bedlam out there, and where I was, it was silent.
It was so quiet that the sound of the continuous pitter-patter of the rain hitting the concrete was just as loud as my thundering heartbeat. I tried to turn around and change direction, but more of them seemed to just appear in that exit, too, and I found that I was not only outnumbered, but lost and absolutely terrified.
"You look lost.. Do you want some help?"
His breath was rank; it stank like cheap liquor and cigarettes, a smell that I had never gotten used to as it wasn't done actively in my house, and I recoiled from the odour. I couldn't think straight, my mind running at probably seventy miles an hour, and my stomach churned, making the hair on the back of my bare arms stand on end.
The sensation of the water dripping down my back made me want nothing more than to be at home, instead of here, alone and in the middle of a panic attack.
Stammering, now, I said, "N-No. Leave m-me alone," even though it wasn't a good idea to engage with these kinds of scum.
"Look guys, she's scared," they laughed, maliciously, "Itty bitty princess is scared."
And then one of them grasped my upper arm, and it was like their touch set something alight in my body. My heartbeat increased tenfold, and my vision blurred. I held my keys tightly to my body, and jutted them out, catching one of their hands, and making him bleed.
In return, all I received was a sharp slap to the cheek, and he growled, his breath equally as rancid as the first, "You little bitch!"
They hauled me to the floor, and the four of them began roaming my body, chuckling and laughing at my tears, making my stomach turn and roll, until I could do nothing but shake, and bite my lip, tearing through the skin, hoping they would leave me alone after having scared me. My face stung, and I felt like he might have cut me, as it throbbed, in time with my pounding heart.
"Look, the little slut's enjoying it," one of them, shouted, amazed, and I whined low in my throat, and begged, "P-Please leave me alone. I-I havent d-done anything to you."
The leader, apparently, chuckled, "Yeah, you havent.. But you will, you whore."
Then the floods of tears came, blurring my vision, and I couldn't breathe. Everything was happening too fast, and I couldn't focus. The lights began fading out, and everything but the sound of my heartbeat faded out of my ears. The loud echo of tires scraping against the tarmac floors was the last sound I heard before my vision completely blacked out.
-0-
Blinking my eyes open, I found myself nowhere near the shopping centre, or even anywhere outside. I was laying on an amazingly comfortable couch, hair still wet and sticking to my face. My throat was dry, and I could feel the remnants of a cold coming on, so I groaned, as I rolled over, only to see the concerned face of one Carlisle Cullen. Shocked at this, I yelped, "Mr Cullen! W-What's going on?"
His brown furrowed, his blonde hair shining under the dim lights of one of his living rooms, he replied, worried, "How do you feel, Camilla?"
I shuffled, so I was sitting up, my head rushing a little, before pulling my now-sopping wet fish braid over my shoulder, and glanced up at him, through bleary eyes, and answered, "Not so good, honestly. My head hurts," and winced at a sudden sharp pain in my cranium. He approached me, his doctor's light in his hand, and flashed it in my eyes, checking to see if I had any internal wounds.
"What happened anyway?," I asked, "My memory is a little fuzzy."
I remembered being approached by those creeps, I remembered being held down, and I remembered blacking out, but beyond that, everything was blurry and unfocused. I felt filthy, but I couldn't let that get to me right now - I couldn't cry in front of him, not right now.
"You.. You don't remember anything?"
Shaking my head, taking care as to not hurt myself anymore than I already had, "I remember everything.. Just not how I got here."
His expression was strained, anger flashing in his darkening orbs, and he sighed, "Jasper brought you here, he had been running errands for Alice, and saw you being followed. He got there after you had blacked out, and brought you here for me to check you over. He didn't know if you'd want to wake up in a hospital room, and thought it better if I did it. I am a doctor after all."
His tone was bursting with conviction, and I was loathed to disbelieve him. There was no reason why I shouldn't.. But, there was something in his eyes. A small flicker of fraudulence that made me uncomfortable. I mumbled, "O-Okay, well, tell him I said t-thanks, I g-guess."
Standing up, I felt my head rush, more intensely that before, and I practically collapsed back into the couch, only to feel hard hands cup my back, and help me settle back down.
Carlisle soothed, "It's alright, just relax. You've got a minor concussion - you hit your head pretty hard."
"I know," and I placed a hard over the small lump at the back of my skull, "Its hurts."
"Lie down, but don't sleep," he said, "I'll call your dad and tell him you had an accident," and at my fearful expression, he amended, "I wont tell him what actually happened, you can do that if you'd like."
I shook my head, "Call Clyde for me, please," my eyes blinking away tears, sounding more insecure and childish that I ever had before, "I need my big brother."
He nodded, understandingly, and grasped my phone from my satchel, and retreated to the corridor outside. I threw a hand over my eyes, and hiccupped, fighting back the onslaught of tears that threatened me. My jeans were soaked, my top was torn and my spirit was shaken.
Why did this keep happening to me? I didn't do anything, to anyone, and I'm always the one to be targeted by horny, inauspicious men, who wouldn't take no as an answer. Thankfully, however, this time there was someone who helped me out.
I would have to find Jasper and thank him personally, because there were no words to explain the gratitude I felt towards him right now.
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