Close My Eyes (Twilight Fan-fiction)

Chapter 9 - My Own Personal Hell

A/N: I know that I've been taking ages to upload but that's because I'm super, super busy. Sorry! Also, I haven't planned this story much, it's literally writing itself so it's taking me awhile to come up with something to start with. And there is some mature scenes, so please don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. ~ WorshipStew

(Bella's P.O.V)

I lay there, on my bedroom floor, and sobbed. What could I do? I was trapped, bruised and battered. A secret part of me was desperate to disappear; to just 'poof' out of existence. I didn't want to be here anymore. I couldn't do this. He beat me, and it seemed like a more harsh beating than last time. He slapped me, kicked me, shouted at me and threw me around like I was a rag doll. I think I was to him, just a toy, just something to throw around. Tears continued to roll endlessly down my face. I wasn't sure how I had any tears left. I could feel it now, the thick cloud of depression hovering over me, pulling me down into this dark hole. I wanted to move, but I'm not sure that the cloud of depression or my body would let me.

The pain was even more excruciating than last time. The pain from his last beating intensified his most recent one. I still didn't understand. Why me? I closed my eyes. I wanted - no needed - to escape from my own personal hell. He was breaking me down, and I questioned when there wouldn't be anything left of me for him to break.

I heard footsteps then, loud footsteps, coming up the stairs slowly and heavy breathing; unmistakably his. My heart beat quickened and fear spiked in my veins but I made no effort to defend myself or move from the floor, I knew it would be futile.

He walked in, his booming voice and looming body impossible not to miss. "Get up. Your mother will be back soon." He sneered before kicking me right in my stomach with a harsh thud. I let out a cry of pain, clutching my stomach tightly and more tears sprung.

He turned and walked out without another word. I scrambled up slowly, but not without intense pain, my hand clutching my stomach tightly. The pain that shot through me was unbelievable. I screamed in pure agony as my whole body felt as if it were on fire. I grabbed my bed for support, pulling myself up into it, crying profusely. God, I felt so weak. Always crying, always needing help to even move. Maybe this isn't my fault. But maybe it is. Maybe this is all my fault. I'm pretty sure Renée and Phil were perfectly happy before I came. I'm sure the Cullens and Edward were happier before I came; they didn't have to worry about me. I wasn't worth worrying about, that's for sure. I would go back to Charlie if I could, but I couldn't. I knew that I couldn't survive without the Cullens; without Edward. And I knew that he would never let me out of his sight until he finished his sick little game that he was playing with me.

(Edward's P.O.V)

"Edward, stop pacing." Alice moaned. I was waiting at school for Bella, she was late. I couldn't get the thought of her face from my mind. She seemed terrified to go home yesterday. Or maybe I was just imagining it. Either way, I was desperate to see her.

"She'll be here soon, calm down brother." Emmett laughed. I was still pacing, back and forward across the grass while my adopted siblings sat on the bench. It was a cloudy day, as usual here in Forks and I was missing Bella terribly. I realised that I was seriously attached to her, but I didn't care anymore.

I stopped pacing and sat down on the bench when Bella's faded red truck pulled up slowly near my Volvo. I jumped up, immediately walking over to her. She hopped out the truck, stumbling before I caught her. She whimpered in pain. I felt my mood drop in response.

"Still not feeling better?" I asked, pulling her gently into my embrace.

"I'm fine." She murmured. Something sounded off about her tone. I pulled her away gently, so I could see her beautiful face. It was tear stained: her eyes blotchy and red. She'd been crying. I pulled her back into my arms.