Whisper Without Words

Disclaimer: I don't own Edward, Bella ect.

I walked in the dark looking, searching for anything that could save me. The blood from my wounds oozed, flowing freely down my cheek, side, and arms. I stumbled and feel with a loud thud onto the hard cement floor, giving away my position. I heard a low chuckle in the distance and cringed at the disgusting noise. Desperately, I tried crawling away from him.

"And where do you think you're going?" The voice asked, now in front of me, the words filled with amusement.

"You're sick." I answered him, still crawling.

"Is that any way to treat your dear brother?" He grabbed my arm, pulling me up. Once he was sure I was standing, he dug his fingernails into the slashes running across my arm. I started screaming, but he covered my mouth with his hand. I glared at him, only to have he press down harder on my mouth, squeezing my jaw.

"We can't have you screaming now, can we?" He smirked at me.

"Go to hell!" I shouted through his hand. Opening my mouth, I bit down as hard as I could on his fingers. I heard a sickening crunch before he released my mouth and arm. He screamed in pain; hunched over he clutched his injured hand. I entwined my fingers together and with all my might slammed my hands on his head. My wounded arms screamed in protest. He fell over in pain, his wounded hand clutching his head and his good hand holding his bad one. I grinned in triumph before wincing at the pain it caused the wound on my temple. I spotted a staircase just a few feet away and slowly started inching towards in. I turned my back on him and lept towards the stairs. Something caught my leg and I came crashing down onto the bottom step, effectively banging my already injured head. How I managed to stay conscious was beyond me, but I got up, blood quickly oozing from my head and trudged back over to my brother. How dare he trip me right before my big escape?! I stepped on his groin, digging my heel in. When I was sure he was now sterile, I tumbled back to the stairs.

"You'll pay for this, bitch!" He yelled from his place on the floor. I grunted as a sign that I heard him and started my assent up the stairs. Suddenly a sharp pain ran from my lower back to the tips of my fingers and toes. I gasped, reaching for the object of my pain. I grimaced as I took hold of the knife protruding from my back and quickly yanked it out. I turned to face James, dropping the knife in the process. I kept my eyes closed, for fear of losing control at the sight of him.

"You sick fuck. I'm calling the police on your ass. I wasn't going to before but that just set my off the edge," I threatened. At the sound of a gun cocking, my eyes snapped open.

"There's no need to worry, Bella, this is just a defense. I won't shoot you unless you take a step closer to me. Now get the hell off my property." He said, his pain obvious. I didn't need to hear it from him twice as I quickly bounded up the steps. I stopped at the front door and leaned back to the top of the stairs.

"I'm still calling the cops, James. This is getting a little old." I let the threat hang in the air as I opened the door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Remember what happened last time . . . " It wasn't a question of if I remembered it was more of a warning. I closed my eyes, trying to keep away the images that taunted me. I closed the door behind me but the words seemed to follow all the way through my 15 minute jog to the bus stop.

Okay first chappy kinda sucked but I promise it will get better. Hope you guys like it! Edward is coming in next chapter...R&R please no flames

-Rae of Sunshine