|Learning to Trust
Author: otherworlder81 PM
Bella escapes from a living hell and returns home to Forks. Healing physically and mentally can Bella fix herself again to claim her inner power. With help along the way from unexpected friends and loved ones, can she Learn to Trust again? Warning: Contains sexual content and violence. If this offends, please DO NOT read.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Bella & Paul - Chapters: 8 - Words: 24,016 - Reviews: 103 - Favs: 93 - Follows: 159 - Updated: 10-21-12 - Published: 07-06-12 - id: 8294438
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Learning to Trust.
*********************I do not own any of the characters rights. No copyright intended.**********************************
PLEASE DO NOT READ ME IF YOU ARE NOT AT LEAST EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD. THIS STORY CONTAINS PROFANITY, VIOLENCE AND ADULT SITUATIONS. THERE ARE VERY GRAPHIC DETAILS. SO IF THIS OFFENDS YOU SHOULD STOP READING HERE.
This story is co-authored with petersgirl2011.
I've never felt more alone in my life, than I do right at this moment. Driving along the dark roads gives me time to dwell on where my life got messed up. I have no one to blame but myself, I let this happen, I let him take me over, where it got the this stage of running for my life, running from another monster, running from Cameron.
Cameron, just thinking of him makes me feel sick with fear. How did it go so wrong? Just thinking about all the excuses I gave to people to cover up for his abuse. Did people really think I was that much of a klutz? I know I'm clumsy, but... damn it who am I kidding; people believe what you fucking tell them to believe, and to think Edward would always say I couldn't act. I should be given a fucking Oscar.
When I met him I thought that my life was turning for the better. I had already lost Edward and the whole of the Cullen family. My self-esteem was nothing, as low as I thought it could get. Oh, but how wrong I was. Cameron was handsome and rich, but neither of those mattered, what mattered to me was that he was kind. Until the side of him came out that I knew nothing about. I still wish I didn't, but the way my face must look right now there is no denying the monster he truly is.
When I left Forks it was to run away from my past hurt and start afresh. But what the future held for me was only more hurt. I was living with my Mom and Phil in Arizona. After I graduated from high school I got a job waiting tables at a restaurant. The pay wasn't brilliant, but I earned descent tips on a good day. Then one day Cameron came into the restaurant, he had a way about him that would have made the Cullens envious.
He sat at one of my tables and my heart started pounding so hard I thought it would pound through my chest. I became tongue tied just by looking at him "Hi... Um... What can I get for you?"
He threw me a dazzling smile "I'm waiting on someone to join me, but I would like an ice tea for now." I felt silly even thinking that someone like him would notice plain old me. His wife or girlfriend probably not far behind him. I'm sure if he's not married he has women falling at his feet.
When I took him his drink I saw a man about the same age, roughly twenty four, join him at his table, I took his drink order, served a couple tables and when I came back "Are you ready to order?" the guy who was sat with Cameron "Depends on what I can order. I see something I want that isn't on the menu." I only went back to their table after that when I had to, it was uncomfortable, to say the least, I should have known then that this would be a bad thing.
Being young and naive to the ways of the world I never thought it would come to what it has in my life. Cameron came to pay for his bill and handed me an extra fifty dollar tip " I'm sorry for the way my friend behaved, you're a lady so should be treated like one." I thanked him and thought that would be the last I saw of him.
Every day for the next two weeks Cameron came and ate lunch at my table. We would talk more as each day passed. Then we went on a date, I was uncertain if I wanted to go, I had only ever dated Edward, well and that turned out shit. But he was unrelenting and finally persuaded me. I felt on top of the world, he made me feel so good about myself and we soon became inseparable.
In the beginning he bought me lavish gifts; even a new car. He took me incredible places, only the best was good enough for Cameron. We even went on weekend trips to meet his parents; they were wonderful and made me feel part of the family, the family I craved so badly in my life; to feel loved and to belong. But I would end up paying the price for that later.
When my Mom and Phil wanted to move I didn't want to go, I met up with Cameron that day "I'm going to go apartment hunting, Mom and Phil are moving, so I thought I would try and find a cheap apartment somewhere."
"Bella, move in with me. There is nothing I would love more than to have you with me; we're together all the time anyway." I was the happiest I'd been in years; I really wanted and needed this relationship to work, so I agreed to move in with him.
Everything was fine until one day after he came home and there were dirty breakfast dishes in the sink that I had not washed yet. "Bella! Why the fuck is there dirty dishes in the sink? What has been so fucking important that you couldn't find the time to do them?" I couldn't understand why he was so upset over a few dishes; I'd planned to do them with tonight's dinner dishes.
"I worked extra hours today and I'll do them tonight." I went to get some chicken out to start dinner.
Cameron grabbed me by the hair. "Don't your ever fucking walk away from me when I'm talking to you. You will do them now!" He led me to the sink by my hair.
When he let go I was pissed. "Fuck you Cameron, you do them yourself!" I went to walk out of the room, away from him, as he grabbed me and pushed me to the floor and back-handed me across the mouth, twice. I'd started bleeding.
"Bella I will not tolerate being talked to that way by you. Now, you'll get up of the floor and will do them now." I slowly made my way over to the sink. I was shaking thinking of what had just occurred. It wasn't the worst beating I'd received from him but it was the first.
He'd convinced me that he was just having a bad day and it would never happen again. He spent the next week making it up to me, more expensive gifts and he carried on showing me the affection that made me first fall in love with him. I was a fool to believe that it would stop there. But I stayed anyway. One of our bigger fights was about me quitting my job. "Bella I can give you everything you could need or ever want, more than that piss ass job could ever give you. I don't understand why you're fighting me on this? Are you fucking around with someone else, is that it?"
Cameron accused me for the next two weeks, everyday having accusations about screwing around on him. He would deliberately pick fights over nothing just to manipulate the argument back into his favor over quitting my job. It got to the stage where I just ignored him and that only seemed to piss him off even more. "Cameron, I'm tired, I'm gonna go for a bath and then go to bed."
I'd finished running the bath and was finally relaxing; at least in here it was peaceful, until he stormed into the bathroom and turned on the hot water tap, ending with him holding my arm under the scalding water. "I don't know why you make me do these things to you Bella; you know how much I love you. This ended up being my first emergency room visit; I had told them that I'd spilled water from a boiling pot of water from the stove. I now have a scar on my arm from it. I have all of his scars of love over my body.
The next day I called the restaurant and quit my job. This was to be one of my biggest mistakes. Due to this decision it made me a prisoner in the house, with no escape from him. He carried my keys with him and he told me that I had to have it approved to go anywhere and only with him or not at all. There was no escaping him.
The abuse had started to escalate, but the worse was still to come. One night I was woken at three in the morning by him and his drunk friends. They'd decided to take turns with me and he didn't even try to stop them. I was nothing to Cameron but his live in whore and punching bag. He'd always threatened that if I try to leave him he'd kill me, but I had no other choice, I had to leave and I really didn't care anymore, by staying I was dying on the inside.
Edward once told me that there were worse monsters than him out there. He was right, there was Cameron.
I started to hoard any bit of money I could get my hands on. Every time he undressed I made sure to check his pockets, by doing this I'd saved up almost two hundred dollars. I told Cameron that I'd missed my period and had an appointment with a gynecologist and that I would need two hundred dollars to pay for it. "Where did you make the appointment at?" I gave him the information and just like I thought he would, he verified what I told him.
The next morning, on the table was my keys and the cash. He'd also left me a note telling me how much he loved me and he would see me when he got home, because I should be home by then. But I wouldn't be.
I took my clothes and personal belongings, including jewelry he bought me. I figured if I ran out of money I could sell some items. I still hadn't decided where I was going, but one thing was for sure, I was leaving this living hell.
I'd made it across two state lines before I ran out of money. I stopped at a pawn shop and to my surprise, the jewelry fetched three thousand dollars. The only good that came from Cameron, his expensive taste. I bought an old beat up truck, rusty as shit, after this purchase I still had fifteen hundred dollars to my name. I left his car where it was because it was never really mine in the first place.
I'd finally decided I'd go see Charlie, I'd never talked about him much with Cameron, so he doesn't know where he lived, and this seemed the safer option. So it brings me back to the now, travelling to see my daddy, god I've missed him so much.
I made it to Forks. When I went to the house Charlie's car was gone, so I knew he wasn't home. I went by the station, the woman at the desk recognized me, of course, and told me he went to a fish fry. This made me smile, the first smile in god knows how long. Charlie did love his fish. On the way to LaPush I felt strange, at peace almost, like something pulling me here. Which I didn't understand, but I forgot that when I realized I'd have to face Charlie with me looking like hell, well I suppose I did look like hell, it would do that to a person having the shit beat out of them on a daily basis. I was so nervous. I didn't know what I would say to him after all this time.
But I knew this is where I was meant to be, where I needed to be. This was home.
I pulled up at Billy's house and saw Charlie's cruiser parked ahead. I got out of the car and took a deep breath and started towards the house. When I got to the door Charlie came out, he must have heard me. When he saw me, a horrible look crossed his face. "Bella. Is that you? What happened to you honey?"
I said nothing but went up to and wrapped myself around, and feeling secure and safe with his arms around me, I started to weep, for all my hurt. "Daddy, I love you, I just needed to come home."
I hope you enjoyed reading us. This is my first Fanfic. Let me know what you thought. It would mean a lot to me and petersgirl2011.