-1I didn't know where I was and I was not to worried about it. It felt as if I was on a rock, but I didn't have enough energy to do anything. All I could think about was the pain. I didn't even do anything yet Jess and Lauren had beat the crap out of me. I was shoved into a closet or a bathroom or something. I did not even get a chance to look. She threw me on the ground and started to beat the crap out of me. Then it stopped, then I started to move.

I moaned and tried to roll over to move into something hard and cold. Then I realized I was being carried when someone whispered in my ear. I flinched away from it and tears started to flow harder. It was just going to get worst. I wished I would just die.

"Bella, relaxed. It will be fine." It was Edward Cullen, the Greek freakin' god. There was no way he wanted to help me. Me, Bella Swan. No one wanted to help me. No one wanted to help a loser. I was ugly and stupid. I was no good. I shoved as hard as I could to get out of his arms and when I opened my eyes I realized he was not alone. There were two other people. The girl with the short black hair that I saw in the bathroom and another man.

I looked around to see where I was. I was in the hospital. The hospital. If my father found out that I was in the hospital I would pay. He would get mad and think that I told someone something and I would get beat. I tried to sit down, but Edward pushed me down.

"No." I protest, trying to push his arm aside.

"Bella you are hurt." He said.

"No." I said, pushing harder. It did not even seem to phase him.

"Edward, you can no keep her here against her will." The blond man said.

He let me go and I only got a few steps before passing out. When I woke up I was no longer in the hospital. I was at my house. I thought that maybe it was all a dream, but when the pain hit me I knew I was wrong. There was no way it was a dream. On my stomach there was a white cloth, wrapping it up. I stood up and walked slowly downstairs. If I did not have dinner ready there was no way I could go to sleep painlessly, which wasn't even an option now.

As I prepared dinner for Charlie I thought about how I got home. I guess that it would be that Edward guy, but how I had no idea. That was great. Another man to hit and slap me around. I wished I could get away from it all and never look back. But, that was never going to happen. Was just putting Charlie's plate on the table when he walked in.

"What the hell you little bitch! You know I like it when you cook my dinner after I am home! That way it is hot!" He came up closer and closer to me to where he was just inches from my face then screamed bloody murder.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

"Yes." I said.

"That is yes sir to you." He said slapping me across the face then punching me in the stomach. I could feel the cut spit under the cloth. It felt as if it was being cut all over again. I mad the mistake of crying which just made it worse. He punched and kicked and slapped me. Then he stopped and bent down to me, whispering in my ear.

"Have it right tomorrow or it will be worse." I knew he wasn't kidding. I dragged myself up the stairs and into the shower. I had to wash the dry blood off of me. Afterwards I went to sleep, happily thinking about the Greek god named Edward.

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NoThisIsNotChelz