|Just My Luck
Author: Keely Jade PM
Bella is left alone for a night, no Edward, no Charlie to protect her from the one person she never thought she'd have to worry about. Who will save Bella from this filthy man who wants her virginity? R&R! Warning: RAPE! ALL HUMAN. REVIEW PLEASE! BxE!Rated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Drama - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 5 - Words: 5,098 - Reviews: 78 - Favs: 32 - Follows: 45 - Updated: 03-23-09 - Published: 12-03-08 - id: 4694455
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A/N: This is a VERY dark fanfic. I'm guessing it will be two or three chapters! Please, please, please REVIEW! If I don't get like ten reviews, I'm just going to take this down. So please review you guys! Please? I'll return the favor!! Also, this will be a two shot! :-D
I got out from the shower, my hair and body dripping water everywhere. I grabbed the plush green towel I laid out on the counter for me and wrapped it around my body. I shivered. I wrapped the towel around me tighter, crossing over to my bedroom quickly. I dried my hair by hand, dressing myself in my silky lavender button up pajama shirt, and the soft pants to match.
After dressing, I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and grabbed my book, lying down on my bed.
After a half hour of reading, I decided to put my book down. I looked around my bedroom, everything seemed the same, but something wasn't. I was alone. Charlie was in Seattle, offering his help with a drug investigation. And Edward was spending the night with his brothers. I was completely alone. It felt…nice, but there was a part of me that told me to be scared.
I laid my head down on my pillow, closing my eyelids. I sighed contently. I wrapped my old quilt around my body, trying to get warm. I felt so cold since my shower for some reason I wasn't sure of. Maybe I stayed in too long and my body got used to the heat, I thought. Categorized as?
I drifted to a soft, dreamless sleep, dreaming of Edward and I in our meadow, running around, as he gracefully picked me up in his strong arms, lying me down in the grass, lying next to me. The only thing to awake me from this dream was the fingers that were combing through my hair.
"Edward," I whispered against the hand that was now caressing my cheek lovingly. "I thought you were with Emmett and Jazz tonight?" I asked sleepily.
The person that laughed wasn't my Edward, and it wasn't my father either. My eyes refused to open, so I lye completely still, silent.
"You think I'm Edward, do you?" The Cullen family Butler. James. He was the one who sat on the edge of my bed, watching me sleep while combing his filthy hands through my hair. "Get up, Bella. I know you're awake, damn it. Open your eyes and look into mine like you do to spoiled, little Edward Cullen." I couldn't move a muscle. I felt paralyzed, like there was a strong force crushing me against the bed. "Bella." He sounded like he was warning me now. "You're such a bad girl." He laughed darkly once before grabbed the back of my head, pulling my hair, making me sit facing him. I screamed once, and he clamped his rough hand over my mouth. I bit him.
"Little bitch!" He groaned, slapping me across my face. My hand flew to my face, tears dripping from my eyes. He pulled something from his pocket, and I watched him carefully, afraid what he was going to pull out. He quickly pulled an object out, laughing as he did so. I caught a glimpse of the object, the weapon he held. A knife. A long, sharp knife.
"Look at me, Isabella. Look at me."
I stared back at the cold, dark eyes that stared into mine. He brought the knife he held in his hand and put it where I could see it. The moonlight that shone through my window danced off the silver knife. I shuddered involuntarily as he put his hand on the small of my back.
"Now, young Isabella." I hated how he said my name. It made my skin crawl. "You've been such a bad girl. Being the butler of young Edward Cullen's family, I have to protect them from the young slut who wants their money." He laughed darkly. On the nights of all nights, my Father, the chief of police had to be away investigating a crime. Just my luck.
I whimpered as he pushed his hand up my back, the fabric of my pajama shirt riding up.
"Please, don't," I whimpered slightly. He simply laughed again.
"Shush now, Isabella. This will go quickly."
His hands were suddenly hard against my back, rigid.
"Please," I cried out. "Please don't."
He laughed darkly at my pleas, only becoming more quick and rough against my back. He tore the buttons off the front of my shirt, my skin burning when he touched my arm.
"Isabella." He sounded like he was teaching me manners. I let the waterfall of tears escape my eyes. "Cooperate with me, Bella, dear. If you don't, this won't go any faster." I squirmed in his hands, trying to break free.
"BELLA." He squeezed my waist, probably leaving a bruise that matched the shape of his hand.
"No!" I screamed out. He put the knife to my back. I could feel the sharp point through the fabric of my shirt.
"Don't move and I won't kill you, if you do, I can kill you anyways and take your virginity alive or dead."
I nodded. I could feel his smiling as he put his lips to the base of my throat. His lips glided down my neck like Edward's do. Edward. Tears spilled over my cheeks like burning waterfalls as I thought of my love, my life, my Edward.
I felt my shirt fall off my shoulders. He pushed me down, his hands on my shoulders.
"Don't move, Bella. Don't move," he instructed. I nodded again. What more could I do? If I protested I'd be dead already.
The only thing I could do was think of Edward, wishing his lips were the one being pressed to my body. I wondered to myself as he continued trailing his lips over my body what it would be like if it were Edward's lips on my body.
"Edward." His name escaped from my lips before I could stop myself. The man looked up at me; I could see his deathly eyes glaring.
"You're mine now, slut. Just because Edward loved you, that doesn't mean anything. Once I'm finished with you, you're dead. Understand, bitch?"
I nodded. That was the only thing I could do.
"I swear, Bella, if you weren't so damn appealing, you would have never found a man. Edward Cullen is a dim-wit for loving you." He bit my neck, and his words bit my heart. Edward loved me for me. He's said it many times. But why would I let this man interfere with my thoughts now? I was going to be dead by the break of dawn tomorrow morning.
Just my luck.
A/N: ICKY! I hate that stupid man. All I keep saying to Bella in my mind is 'Bella, it'll be okay! Are you okay?' and then I feel stupid. Haha! But what did you guys think? Should I continue? LEAVE IT IN A REVIEW!