Hey, I dunno where this story came out of, but I felt like I just had to try and write it out. I think I've been reading too much Jane Austen and whatnot lately, hehe. This is my first Twilight fic so please tell me if you like it!
All I ask is that you sit back, enjoy and comment (If you don't mind)
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, but Edward Cullen totally owns me!
The sing song voice of my friend was almost like a drill right then piercing through my ears and pulling me from yet another restless sleep. I stirred, opening my eyes slightly only to wince at the sunlight entering the room. Ouch... Another headache, but it didn't really come as a surprise. He had been extremely... rough last night.
"Christ Bella, look what that Bastard did to you!" A male's voice now, I risked opening my eyes once more to give Mike a look of acknowledgement. His expression was that of the purest worry, which Mike rarely used around me. I must look a real mess...
I could now feel a small but strong pair of arms wrap around me, pulling me into a sitting position as that sing song voice returned, "Mike, could you please get me a bowl of warm water... and a cloth." Angela was always looking out for me when she could, and in situations like this— in which she was completely powerless— she would make sure she was back at my side as soon as possible, to fix me up.
Mike quickly returned to us, a bowl in hand and a cloth draped over his shoulder. His expression was braver now, but as Angela began dabbing the cut at the side of my lip I could see his worry begin to surface once more. I tried to reassure him with a small smile, but when I did I could feel the wound stretch and I winced as I tasted the blood slowly seep from my lip again.
This definitely had the polar opposite response to the one I wanted to get from Mike.
"That... That son of a Bitch!" He was now roaring. Angela quickly left my side and went to try calming Mike down. If he was heard saying such things about...
"Mike," she almost pleaded, "If the Master hears you..."
"Let him! Let him beat me! Do I look like I care anymore Angela?! This..." he gestured around him, "Working for this dog is the worst kind of torture! I'd gladly take a hundred beatings over this."
I was afraid to look at my friend now, I knew what look Angela now held. She would rarely get mad... but I had learned of Angela's love for all things living, and how she resented Mike's talk of his willfulness to take a beating. I knew just how dangerous it could be to cross the line with Angela on this matter... and Mike had just done what I vowed never to do around her...
"Michael James Newton..." her voice was low and threatening, but still it held a lifetime of sadness, "You may not care about what happens to you, but I care about both you and Bella as much as I do myself. And if you're not willing to shut up to save yourself, at least keep quiet for Bella's sake!"
Mike flinched as she said this, his head began to bow in some form of remorse, as if he finally understood, but Angela didn't stop. Her voice was considerably hushed now as she spoke, "If that monster was to hear you... what do you think would be his response? He would most likely take it out on Bella again! And I will not have her hurt because of you or me!"
"You're right..." Mike still hadn't looked up, "I'm sorry, Bella. I just wished there was something I could do... you don't deserve this... none of it!"
I gave a very small smile, afraid of reopening another cut, "Mike..." I began, but I was cut off by a bellowing call from downstairs.
"Newton! The Master wishes to take his horse with him to town. Have it prepared immediately!"
Mike scowled in the direction of the voice before turning back to me and heaving a sigh, "Duty calls." with that he gave myself and Angela a small bow before exiting the room. We were in my room— well mine, Angela's and several other maids of the house. Mike was reluctantly allowed up here whenever he wasn't assisting the Master. The first time he had to sneak up, but he had been caught...
That night had been torture...
Mike returned to us that evening, bruised and broken. Angela had fallen into a fit of tears at the sight of our friend.
I had been overcome by rage.
No one, not even Mike could have talked me out of what I did next. Before anybody could try to stop me, I barged out of our quarters and towards my Master's room. As I passed the night maids I could hear all their nervous whispers and calls to me, but they fell on deaf ears. I marched up and slammed on the bedroom door. My heart had been in my throat, but I remember the sheer fury overpowering any fear at that moment.
And then he answered...
And I threw myself at him.
The first thing I did was raise my knee— in the most unladylike manor— right to his nether regions. Next thing I knew I had my hand reclined, balled into a fist as it lunged for the man's nose.
I felt a sickening crack, from both of us, followed by the angered grunt of my Master and a searing pain shooting up my right arm. But I went to hit him again...
He had been prepared this time.
Before I knew it, I was flat on his floor. My had rushed to the place on my cheek where he had hit me with such force as to send me falling. I screamed out this time, but he was suddenly on top of me his hand covering my mouth muffling my pained cries.
That night I had been hit, kicked, broken...
Then everything had gone black. I awoke sometime later with Angela sitting at my bedside. Her face tear-stained, but she looked relieved. At first I couldn't imagine why she would be relieved to see me in such a state... but then I realised...
She was relieved I was just alive.
That had been the first night of many more to come, and they still had not stopped. Now my Master seemed to only ever need me for 'stress relief'. Usually after spending any time with him, it wasn't like I could do much more for a while afterwards.
Mike had never been harmed again, and never stopped from coming up to our quarters.
And he has never forgiven himself.
After Angela had seen to my cuts and when I assured her I was strong enough, she helped me from my bed and to my feet. Naturally I wobbled on the first step, but both Mike and Angela knew that my stumbling had as much to do with my own clumsiness as it had to do with any injuries I ever sustained.
Still, Angela helped walk me as far as the bathroom.
By routine, I braced myself before looking at my own reflection. I was shocked to see that the cut on my lip and a half bruised eye was really all that had been done to my face. I prepared a bath of cold water— yes cold water. As I removed my cream coloured chemise I looked down at my abdomen and especially my chest. All covered in nasty bruises, Angela must have had a fit when she dressed me last night...
I slowly lowered myself into the cold water, hoping the temperature would lower some of the swelling around my stomach and my arms. I then gave a quick glance below my waist...
Nothing. There never was. It would seem he still had some dignity about him... and I feared the day that sliver of dignity dried up.
Just then I heard a soft tapping on the other side of the door, "Bella..." Mike must have finished with the horse. He waited a second before calling again. This time I answered.
My voice sounded foreign to me, and then I realised that that was the first I had spoken all morning. I could hear Mike's sigh of relief from the outside before he spoke again, "Breakfast will be ready in about ten minutes, alright?"
I had cleared my throat now, so my voice was slightly stronger, "Thanks. I'll be out in a second."
I pulled myself from the water, glad to be out of the cold. The air hit my wet, sore skin with a painful slap. I held myself steadily as I dried myself off and got dressed. I patted down the pinafore apron and slipped on my flat black shoes before finally stepping out.
To my great amazement, Mike smiled.
"You look... alright." it took him a minute to decide how to describe me, after last night 'perfect' or 'beautiful' would be out of the question— not that I would ever ask that Mike think such things of me. There was definitely relief in his voice now.
"Of course I do." was my playful response. Angela had cleaned up my sore lip well, I noticed as I gave Mike a wide smile, only to receive the slightest tingle of pain.
Mike then opened the door to allow me out to the hall, I gave a courtesy laughing slightly as we left my quarters. Mike always had a habit of treating even myself and Angela as if we were High Class women. Though it was very silly in my opinion, I couldn't help but feel lighter whenever we pranced about like those we would wait on.
When we reached the dining room, my Master had not yet arrived, but his father sat at the table, his chin held high. He didn't even acknowledge our arrival. I could hear Mike's low growl and I subtly nudged him as we passed that table and walked towards the end of the large room, where the maids and other servants had sat to eat. Each of them followed me with their eyes, looks of pity, worry, fear on their faces. I felt a strong blush creep across my cheeks. Mike squeezed my shoulder in a comforting manor as we both sat down with Angela to eat.
The maids were bustling with news that guests would be arriving at the Manor for a short stay. The couple were travelling around to each of their friends to spread word personally of their engagement. I knew both of them separately and I had seen them conversing at the last Ball to be held at the Manor, Sam Uley and Emily Young had been meant for one another from the start— in my eyes at least.
But I was the romantic fool... at least, those were Mike's words.
I laughed at the thought. Me? Romantic? Far from it. But a perfect match like that was hard to miss.
After breakfast Angela and I set out to clean the games room from the night before. Our Master had had a gentleman's night. I scowled at the term. Those men had been far from gentle the night before. I could still clearly see their smirks and sleazy grins as I had walked around with their drinks. I remembered the many times one of their hands would find itself on my leg, or my back, or...
"Bella?" Angela's apprehensive voice pulled me from my thoughts.
I smiled apologetically before getting back to polishing the table. It was still a little tough, I had to admit, but I was getting better at blocking out any upsetting thoughts from previous experiences. I still had to stop pausing every once in a while. My mind was a dangerous place lately, and I hated to cause Angela any distress.
Once we had the room cleaned we were asked to assist the stable boys. I grinned, Mike— the Head Stable Boy— was always great for getting us easy jobs. Whenever we were brought out to the stables most of the time would be spent simply talking. The boys seemed to have very nice jobs, only really required whenever someone came visiting or if the Master wished to ride out of the Estate.
Our Master loathed the fact that his horses seemed to prefer Mike and the others to himself, and Mike did his best to make that well known whenever he would prepare the horses under the Master's watch.
Angela and I were still smiling as we exited the games room, but my smile soon vanished as we witnessed the front doors being pulled open...
and I was suddenly facing him...
Sir Jacob Black.
Author's Note: I hope I did well enough for a first chapter. I was kinda nervous about how to write it. Well, it's out here now, so please tell me what you guys all think!
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