'You did. You did. Ok. Ok. Yah. You did. Ok. I can handle this. Yah. Ok'

I go to sit up


He stops me

Lays his arms over my stomach

Effectively keeping me in place


I need to get up

I have to get up

I feel like I'm suffocating

'Edward. Please move. I can't breathe. Just move. Please'

I can feel the tears well up in my eyes

My head turns from side to side

Trying to focus on anything

Trying to make sense of everything

I think I'm going to be sick

I push against his arms

'Bella. Stop. Stop. Listen to me. Please. Just. Stop'

I start laughing

I don't even recognize myself

'I mean it makes sense. You haven't touched me in months. Yah. Yah. It makes sense. This is what you want. You want someone who pushes your buttons. Not someone who is complacent and a little miss goody goody'

If he had any idea

Any idea at all

Who I was

Who I am