Scars

This story was originally by PainandMusic but she handed it over to me. So thank you PainandMusic and I hope everyone will still read this story. Thank You.

-Vanessa Cullen 17

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Chapter One

"Get away from me!" I cautioned backing into the alley wall. "Now why would I do that? You're just so hot, damn." The black shadow started advancing toward me. "Please." It was only a whisper. "No." He was now only a foot away from my face. "Can I at least get your name?" I tried to act strong. It's what I've been doing my whole life. "James. And you Bella look amazing." How did he know my name? How did he know who I am?

"H-how do you know who I am?" I couldn't help but ask. "I just know." He was now only an inch away from my face. What was he going to do? I was afraid to ask. "Why the tears Bella? You're not scared are you?" He was stroking my face. "No." I hadn't realized I was crying. He started to laugh and took out a knife. He raised it to my throat. Thinking I was going to die I closed my eyes. Afraid of what I would see.

But he didn't slit my throat. He slit my shirt, ripping my blouse in half.

"Mmmm. Much better." He brought his lips to mine and slowly worked his way down my neck. Taking my chance I kneed him in the groin. He squeaked in pain and fell to the ground.

"You bitch!" He screamed at me.

I tried to run but I didn't run fast enough. He had already gotten up and ran after me. In about half a minuet he grabbed my arm and through me against the brick alley wall. With a loud crack my head hit the wall. I slid to the ground in pain.

"Don't you run from me!" He had taken a hold of my arms forcing me to kiss him again.

My head throbbed from the impact on the brick. I knew I shouldn't have gone to that stupid party!

"Please James! Let me go!" I was struggling to get away from his iron grip.

If I could only get away! I could make it back to my house if I ran! Stupid alleys! All I needed to do was find my friends car and I would be safe!

"No, you're mine for the night."

He pulled me up from the cold alley ground; I just let my body go limp in his arms. He started to run his hand up and down my back. He started to kiss me again, this time with fury. He kissed down my neck and whispered against my skin. "Don't try anything funny or you will regret it."

Not caring what pain he would inflict on me, I brought my knee up again hitting him in the stomach. He gasped and looked up at me with real fury in his eyes.

He punched me in the face; the force knocked me to the ground. Blood started pooling in my mouth. He came and crouched over me pulling out his knife. "What did I tell you?' He started to shake his head.

"Fuck off!" I screamed and spit in his face.

His eyes grew wide with revulsion and then soft. He slowly brought his knife up to my face. He very slowly, and very painfully, cut from the corner of my right eye to the top of my right ear. I screamed as the pain increased by the second. "See. Now, be a good little girl and don't do anything stupid." He hissed.

The blood from my face started to drip onto the alley ground, it pooled on the cement like black ink. "No." I spit through my teeth. "No?" he sighed. "Bella, your only making this harder on yourself." I didn't say anything. He took his knife and dug it under my finger nail ripping it off. I screamed as the pain was unbearable. I refused to speak.

"See. Next stupid thing you do, another nail." "Fuck," I gasped. "off."

Not being able to move, or defend myself. He ripped off my jeans. I tried to kick him in the face but missed. He grabbed my hand and dug the blade under my nail and ripped it off. I screamed.

"Stop trying things and ill stop ripping off nails." He shrugged. Blood covered my face and hands.

I clenched my hands into tight fists. The fingers without finger nails stung from the pressure. With as much force as I could manage I punched him in the face. I heard a crack as his nose broke. His eyes started watering and he looked down at me and smiled.

"Oh, Bella you never learn." He was shaking his head.

He grabbed my hand silently and dug the blade under my nail and ripped it off. I didn't scream I only started smiling at him. "That. All. You. Got?" I asked I was laughing now.

Was I crazy? I was laughing!? I shouldn't be laughing! I should be screaming in agony!

He looked furious. With that he ripped off the last of my nails, I kept silent.

"I've had enough of you." He hissed. His anger amused me greatly. I didn't say anything just kept quiet gritting my teeth together from screaming. He forced himself into me again and again, not stopping.

I bit down on my bottom lip to keep myself quiet from a scream, or a moan. After what seemed like an eternity he stopped. He was breathing hard.

"Have a nice time Bella?" He sounded so casual, it sickened me.

Anger over whelmed me, and a plan came to mind.

I jumped on him, straddling him, letting blood drip from my head and hands onto his chest. The blood loss had made me week and it took effort to stay up.

"I want more." I tried to sound seductive.

"Oh! Well I guess I can give more." He was smiling. I mimicked his smile.

We switched positions, he was on top and I on bottom. He forced himself into me again and again. I let out fake moans. He stopped, to tired to continue, he fell down next to me kissing my shoulder. The feel of his lips made me want to puke. I relaxed and stretched my arms above my head. The pain in my fingers was worse then anything. I was going to pass out any second from the blood loss, I had to hurry.

I grabbed the knife firmly in my right hand. I turned my head and smiled at him angelically. "What? Again!?" he sounded pleased and annoyed. "Oh no, no, no. I like to call it," I paused trying to think of the word. "Revenge." "Oh and how do you plan to do that?" He stared at me evilly. "By killing you." The smile on my face was wiped away and replaced with pure hatred. "Oh. Really?" His eyebrows shot up.

He was going to strangle me. He had his hands around my neck, he tightened his grip. At the same moment I struck, I sliced his neck. He gasped and dropped his hands. Blood washed down his neck and onto the ground. I aimed too low, he wasn't dying, just bleeding. I got up and ran as fast as I could. I was bleeding too much; I felt my eyes start to shut.

I was going unconscious. I heard foot steps behind me and I knew who it was. I ran faster.

I hadn't realized I still had the bloody knife in my hand. I tried to drop it but my fingers wouldn't loosen. I couldn't afford to drop this knife, not with him behind me. I found a store nearby. I started to bang on the windows and doors. Soon a man came out; he took one look at my naked, bloody, cut body and gasped. I stumbled over to him. "Help me." I gasped.

Darkness covered me. I was unconscious.