Heeelllooo everyone! So, this is a Bella and Emmett story. Bella will be out of character, but I promise you'll love her! This story is Graphic. There are full details of a Rape scene in this chapter, and I have put a warning up before the scene begin and when it ends.
WARNING!: there is RAPE and Physical abuse towards a woman in this chapter!
WARNING!: there is RAPE and Physical abuse towards a woman in this chapter!
WARNING!: there is RAPE and Physical abuse towards a woman in this chapter!
WARNING!: there is RAPE and Physical abuse towards a woman in this chapter!
I stare at myself in my vanity mirror as I fasten the back of the diamond earring that Royce had gifted me two days prior to today. I stare at the way my face is lite up, the way my smile is overly large with happiness, the way my eyes completely sparkle just as bright as the diamonds. I couldn't be any happier than I am at this moment in time. My parents adore me, well mostly my beauty but it's just the same, and now Royce has asked me to marry him with my father's giddy approval. My father has been adamant that I find and marry a rich and high in society man. I could care less if the man I marry is rich, I just want to be happy and have a large family of my own, with two maybe three children filling my home with laughter. But Royce is wonderful, a little handsy at inappropriate times, but other than that, he makes me laugh and smile and makes me feel so beautiful.
I make my way from my room and into the drawing room, where mother and father take their midday tea, to let them know of my evening plans. As I enter, mom and dad are just getting severed their tea.
"Oh Miss Isabella, are you joining your parents? Let me grab an extra setting." Our maid says.
"No, no Ms. Dorothy, I am heading out for the evening, thank you," I walk farther into the room and approach mom and dad.
"Oh, wonderful darling, do you have plans with Royce this evening?" Rene asks.
"No mom, I'm heading over to Betty's she wants my advice on her baby nursery, and I promised I'd help, I was just letting you know where I'd be for the evening. I shouldn't be too late, and I'll ring you before I leave Betty's." I reply, kissing dad on the cheek.
"Okay sweet pea, please be safe, and let me know if you need me to pick you up." Charlie says smoothing down his mustache.
"I will daddy, I love you!" I say, heading out the door, putting my coat on over my long dress.
"There are just so many colors to choose from, it's over whelming." Betty says, holding ten swatch card from the hardware store that she had her husband pick up. Betty is a little scrap of a woman, she's short and petite with waist length black hair and a very large round pregnant belly. She's been my best friend since elementary school, we got on right away and have been inseparable ever since. She's my sister, someone I can always count on, I was the first to know of her pregnancy, even before her husband.
"I would say go with the beautiful creamy nude color, it's suitable for a boy or a girl and after you have the baby you can change it if you want after knowing the sex of the baby." I says pointing at the swatch card I thought looks the nicest.
"You're absolutely right. Ugh, I knew you'd be helpful. Philp has been so useless with all this. At least I get to make all the decisions and put the nursery to my liking." She says laughing while rubbing her belly.
"I'm so happy for you Bet, if not even a little bit jealous. I cannot wait until I know this feeling and you're the one helping me with my first of many nursery's" I smile putting a soft hand over her belly.
"Oh, Bella, you're going to make a wonderful mother one day and our children will grow up together to be the best of friends just like you and me! I don't know what I would do without you." She says getting misty eyed.
"You'll never have to worry about that Betty, I'll always be here for you, just as I've always been, through our thick and our thin you'll always have a sister in me." She hugs me hard and I hug her just as hard. "Now how about some tea? All this decorating has me exhausted." I glance at the clock as she walks us into her living room.
"Oh, I should head home it's fifteen past ten and I told Charlie I wouldn't be out to late. I just need to call him before I go." I say gathering my coat and putting on my white gloves.
"Maybe we can have lunch at Nosh tomorrow?" she asks, walking me to her phone.
"Oh yes! That sounds wonderful, I've been wanting for their banana bread pudding!" I smile, dialing my father's home office number, knowing that's where he'll be, smoking his pipe and drinking his nightly glass of Brandy.
"Hello? Charlie Swan speaking." Daddy answers.
"Hi daddy, I'm just calling to let you know I'm heading home already, I should be there in fifteen minutes."
"Okay sweetie, I'll be waiting up for you." He says sounding tired.
"Okay, see you in a bit." I hang up the phone. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow at noon Bet, ring me if plans change." We hug and I walk out the door onto the quiet street. Walking home from Bets is always nice, seeing as I always leave around the same time, I love the dark, the air is always cool, there's hardly anyone ever on the streets and I live in one of the safest neighborhood in Rochester New York. Honestly, I have a perfect life and once I'm married it will be even better. Smiling to myself as I walk, I hear a group of men laughing loudly just at the entrance of the alley just ahead. Still smiling I begin to cross the road of the alley.
WARNING VERY GRAPHIC
TRIGGER WARNING RAPE!
"Hey! Bells! Baby, come over here, I want you to meet my new friends." I look over as my name is called, Royce, God, I've never seen him so drunk. Still, I meet him half way of the distance he is from me. To quickly for me to comprehend, he grips the nape of my neck hard and smashes his lips to mine and then turns me towards his new friends. "Isn't she a looker? What'd I tell ya?" with his free hand he bruisingly grips my chin and forces me to look at them, my heart begins to race.
"Well, it's hard to tell with all those clothes on." One of the men says, smirking before bringing a bottle of alcohol to his mouth, his evil eyes raking over my body.
"You're right! What do ya say Bells? Why don't we take off a few layers?" fear goes through me so strong, goose bumps form all over my body, my stomach turns, and I start to tremble. All four men laugh as Royce grips the top buttons of my dress and attempts to rip them open. I struggle and manage to momentarily free myself from his grasp.
"Stop, Royce! You're drunk! I'll see you tomorrow, sober!" I say firmly, still shaking. I turn around quickly to take myself as far from them as possible, but not even making it a foot in front of me, Royce grips my hair and yanks me back hard moving me deeper into the alley.
"Where do you think you're going huh? You'll do as I say!" I fight against him, trying to free myself, fear burning hot inside me. How can he do this to me? I scratch his neck, his arms, his face, I pull at his hair. Anything to loosen his grip on me. One of the guys angerly grips my hands and punches me across the face and I become dazed, and I slump back, putting my full weight onto Royce. The other two men grab my legs and together they throw me against the wall of a building, and on the side of a large pile of trash, hiding us from view. I close my eyes from the pain, my coat is torn from my body and my dress is cut from top to hem, exposing me to them. The remaining of the material is ripped from me, leaving me completely bare. I use my legs to push myself back to get away.
"No, no, no little mouse." Opening my eyes, the man with the evil eyes takes large strides towards me, grabs my ankles, and drags me back, the gravel of the alley floor rips open my back causing me to scream.
"Please! Please no, let me go! Help please!" I scream and sob only to be hit across the face again, my head snaps back and cracks against the gravel, black fills the edges of my vision, and not another sound comes from me. Royce and the other men begin to undo their pants and I squeeze my eyes shut. Royce's body is over me in the next second. I only know its him because of the smell of his cologne, he smells heavily of alcohol.
"Here we go babe! You've always wanted a baby, maybe one of us can give you one tonight" Royce whispers in my ear then and in the same breath strips me of my virtue. I scream as best as I could, I sob and I cry.
"Stop screaming you stupid bitch." One of the men says, then swiftly kicks me in the side, I feel the crack of my ribs and I moan in pain. Royce continues to move painfully and roughly inside of me. "Flip the fuck over Royce!" Royce does exactly that and now has me on top of him.
"Please stop!" I sob quietly, but my pleas fall on deaf ears. I feel someone behind me and then I'm ripped through, and I feel torn in half as a loud high pitch scream leaves me and black out. I come to periodically, they take turns manipulating my body to their pleasure, I plea with them when I can, but nothing comes of it, just their laughter and mockery.
I don't know how much has passed from the start to right now, but they start putting their clothes on and making themselves presentable as I lay here convulsing in pain.
"Well Bells, that was fun! We should have done this sooner babe!" I look up at him as he approaches my battered body. He crouches down and tucks some hair behind my ear. "You really were a good lay." He stands up and begins to turn away but turns back and kicks me in the face. Two of the other guys come up to me and begin doing the same. The man with the evil eyes walks slowly over and bends over my body. The others finally stop kicking me. All I could do is whimper.
"This is really nothing personal." He pulls out a knife. "I do apologize for this."
"Please, please, please, pleas-…" he drives the knife into my abdomen over and over until I stop moving.
"Hurry let's go!" and I'm alone.
End of Graphic scene.
My vision fades in and out, my breathing is soft and shallow, blood is streaming from my mouth as well as from my ears. I stare up at the pitch-black night sky riddled with twinkling stars. I don't feel any pain, none at all, my body is numb, my mind is numb.
Minutes that seem like hours pass by; I could feel my mind dying. My thoughts go to my mom and dad. How devastated they'll be. Daddy will drink himself to dead, mom won't be able to take this heartbreak. I was supposed to grow old, have a husband that would come home to a hot meal every night, babies to sing lullaby's to as they fall asleep. Tears stream down my face as I shut my eyes.
"I love this place, but it's haunted without you, my tired heart is beating so slow. Our hearts sing less than we wanted, our hearts sing cause, we do not know." I numbly sing softly.
"Oh my god! Carlisle! You must do something!" A voice of and angel says, sounding panicked. Something cold touches my neck, my pulse jumps, and I'm suddenly overcome by fear. I open my eyes and see the most beautiful man I've ever seen, standing over me.
"Help me, please!" I whisper.
"Esme, quick! Your coat!" the beautiful woman behind him hands him her coat and drapes it over my body. "Sweetheart I'm going to lift you. Is that okay?" he asks so kindly and so gently.
"Yes," I whisper. He ever so gently slips his arms underneath my battered and broken body. My arms and legs immediately hang limp.
"Carlisle is she…?" Esme whisper trailing off, not able to finish her question.
"Sweetheart, can you move your arms or legs?" Carlisle asks, my vision starts fading fast, my heart slows down and my hearing starts to dull. I talk without hearing before everything goes blank.
From feeling nothing to feeling everything, to being numb to being lite on fire. I feel the pulse beating behind the fire raging now in my chest and realize I found my heart, whereas it was dull before and barely beat, to now it was racing to fast and its hot. I wish I can surrender back to the darkness. I want to raise my arms and claw my chest open and rip the heart from it, anything to get rid of this torture. But I can't feel my arms, can't move anything. Why can't I move? Why can't I scream for help? To ask someone to put out the fire?
If I can't scream, how can I tell someone to kill me and put me out of my misery? All I want to do is die. Please let me die!
And for what feels like eternity, I burn in a fiery torture, and my soundless screams and pleas for death go unheard by anyone and everyone.
It feels like eons before time begins to mean something again, time doesn't seem to blend all together anymore little by little I could feel myself gaining control of my body, I can lift my finger and wiggle my toes, but I choose not to, the first time I moves the fire intensified throughout my entire body. My hearing is crystal clear now, I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I can count the low even breaths that come from somewhere close to me. I can hear the rain coming in from miles away, a bird flapping its wings hundreds of feet in the air above me.
I continue to feel my body get stronger; my thoughts are clearer. When I hear new noises, I listen.
My mind focuses as I hear light footsteps coming in my direction. The whisper of air stirs by the opening of the door. The footsteps come close, and I feel the coolness of fingers feel the pulse in my neck, temporarily reliving the fire burning there. And then the fire blisters away as the coolness is removed.
"Still no change?"
"None."
"Sweetheart? Can you hear me?" I know that voice! It's the beautiful man that lifted me into his arms. I want to tell him that yes, I can hear him and to please put out the fire, to please save me! But I know if I open my mouth, all I'll do is scream. "Can you open your eyes? Can you squeeze my hand?" I feel pressure on my hand then, it's so hard not to answer, but I stay paralyzed, trying to avoid as much pain as possible.
"Maybe you were too late Carlisle…" a male voice offers.
"No, listen to her heart, Edward. It's strong. I've never heard anything like it, she'll be perfect!" Carlisle says a smile in his voice.
"And her spine?"
"Other than the stab wounds, her injuries weren't so much worse than Esme's were, the venom will heal her as it did Esme," Venom? What is he talking about? "Go hunt, I'll take watch, you'll most likely need your strength for when she awakens. I don't know how she'll react." In the seconds that Edward left then room, someone else enters.
"Oh, she's so beautiful! How is she?" another familiar voice, Esme.
"I think she's out of the woods, her heart beat is strong. But she isn't making any noise, which is the only thing concerning me, other than that, I'd say a few more hours she'll be waking up." Carlisle says squeezing my hand.
"Good! I hope she likes the clothes I put on her." Esme asks worriedly.
"I'm sure she'll appreciate it my love. You needn't worry." I hear the sound of a soft kiss and then the door closing. "Can you hear me sweetheart?" Carlisle whispers in my ear, but still, I do not reply, and he lets out a quiet sigh before remaining quiet for the next few hours.
Forever passes before I feel the fire burning through my body change course, my heart begins to pick up speed. Its beating so fast that it sounds like one long heartbeat. I feels like it going to beat right out of my chest. The fire focuses in my chest, leaving the rest of my body feeling strong. The pain is enough to break my paralyzed resolve, my back arches, bowing towards the sky.
The fire constricts, concentrating inside my heart, with a final unbearable surge. My heart beats hard once, then twice and then it stops altogether. There is no sound, no breathing, not even my own. For a moment, the absence of pain is all I can relish in.
And then I open my eyes.
Staring at the ceiling above me, I panic. Everything is so clear, so bright, I can see all the microscopic cracks in the wood. I can see dust and tiny fibers floating gently through the air. I lift my hand slowly and stare at the smoothness of my skin, the scar that was once on the top side of my hand is now completely gone, like it never existed. Someone clears their throat. I sit up quickly, so fast that I grip the table to steady myself, only to realize that I didn't need steadying. I look down as I hear a loud crushing sound and find that the table is disintegrating under my hand.
"Sweetheart?" my head snaps up. The handsome man with blonde hair is slowly walking towards me, hands lifted out in front of him. "Do you remember what happened? I know this is all very confusing and frightening."
"What happened to me?" I whisper, staring into his unearthly honey-colored eyes.
A/n: There is lots more to come, and there will not be any more rape scenes from here on out, only mentions of it. I would love your feedback. Thank you!