Close My Eyes (Twilight Fan-fiction)

Chapter 4 - Trapped

A/N: Thanks for everyone reading, :) ~ WorshipStew

(Bella's P.O.V)

My head flung sideways from the hit. It hurt like hell. Sharp pain causing me to cry out and clutch my cheek in agony. I tried to remember where my phone was. I needed to call the police, someone. Anyone. Something in my expression made Phil grab my face aggressively. 

"You tell anyone and I'll make sure to hit you a million times harder next time. Do you understand me? You've already interfered with mine and Renée's life enough."

I just stared. I was stunned into shock, fear causing my whole body to tremble. Phil seemed pleased with my reaction, sure that I was too scared of him to tell anyone, releasing my face. My cheek stung harshly from where he made contact. I stared into the depths of his inhuman eyes, showing no pity or guilt, only triumph for hitting me. I knew in this moment that I hated him. Phil, what a sick bastard. Anger flared inside me but was clouded quickly by pain.

I didn't say anything to him. I just held my right cheek as it stung and turned to walk up the stairs. I walked slowly, feeling his eyes on me, not wanting him to know that I was afraid of him. The tears were threatening to escape and it was becoming harder to keep them at bay. I hurried up the last two stairs, tripping and smacking my knee on the edge of the stair. I let out a strangled sob, not able to keep my tears held back anymore. I pulled myself up, tears rolling down my cheeks and rushed into my bedroom, frantically locking the door behind me, hands shaking. 

I leaned my back against the door, my head in my hands, and slid down onto the floor. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell anyone. I was alone. Completely and utterly alone. The slap and his harsh words kept replaying in my mind. My first thought was that I couldn't stay here, but I didn't have anywhere else to go. I couldn't just leave Renée to go back to Charlie or the Cullens. She'd demand why. Everyone would question me. Of course, I couldn't tell them the truth. I was far too afraid of the consequences. I imagined Renée's face when I'd tell her that I'm leaving, pain shot though me as I imagined her face crumpling in agony. I couldn't do that to Renée. I'd only just returned. I guess I'd have to deal with Phil. I'll ignore him from now on. He can't hit me if I don't provoke him. And I'd much rather I be in pain than Renée. I put my head in my hands and sobbed. The emotional and physical pain I'd been feeling today lessening slightly with every tear that ran from my eyes. 

Firstly, I had the idiots at school being horrible to me and now Phil had slapped me. Could this day get any worse? The only good thing about this place was the Cullens; was Edward. I wondered if it would be enough. I could feel myself falling into somewhere dark. I wiped the tears from my face with the sleeve of my shirt. My phone buzzed from in my pocket, making me jump and I let out a scream. I recovered quickly, taking my phone out and seeing that Edward was calling me like he promised. I didn't want to worry him by talking to him in my state, but I didn't have the courage to let it ring unanswered. I pressed the answer button and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello." I said, clearing my throat in my effort to sound somewhat like I hadn't just been crying. 

"Bella," Edward gushed, completely oblivious to my current state, for which I was glad. "How are you?"

I took in a deep breath; hoping my voice didn't betray me. "I'm great, you?" 

"That's great, and I'm good. I phoned like I promised," He gushed. "I was just wondering if you want to come round to my place tomorrow for dinner with me and my family?"

"Yes!" I almost yelled down the phone, anything to get me away from here. "Yes, please." my voice broke on the last word but I hoped he didn't notice.