A half an hour later, Bella was out of the shower and getting dressed. Then there was silence before I she started to cry. Edward heard her and went to find out what was the matter.

When she confirmed that his friends had been rough with her, he ghosted downstairs to yell at them about it.

But Bella told him that they were not the only ones who had harmed her when he returned to his room.

"You hurt me too," she added in a low voice.

"I did? What do you mean?" Edward queried in concern.

Was he serious?! Did he honestly not see that he had?!

Bella stomped a few times. "You practically pimped me out to your friends without my consent, Edward! How could you do that to me? It makes me wonder if you even care for me anymore. The Edward that I knew would never do this to someone, especially if he loved them. What happened to him?!" she demanded.

"Bella, listen. The Edward that you know is still here."

She did not believe him any more that I did. "No, he's not. If he was, he wouldn't have raped or kidnapped me against my will. He wouldn't have had me gang-raped as a punishment either, pimp me out to his friends, or hit or choke me. The Edward I knew is dead. He's dead. I don't know who you are, or if this is what he truly is. But I hate you, with every fiber of my being, and I always will."

Edward did not comment.

"Don't touch me," Bella went on. "I will share this room with you, and do whatever you tell me because I have no choice. If I refuse to, you'll just hurt me. Just don't touch me ever again. When I go to bed at night, I want you to stay as far away from me as possible."

"Lunch is ready!" Victor called to everyone from the kitchen.

The door was opened in Edward's room.

"Whatever, Bella," Edward stated indifferently. "Let's go. You need to eat after all of the exercise you did earlier."

My mouth fell. Bella and I were right; he really didn't care about her.

She did not move at first, likely because she was just staring at Edward in disbelief. Then she followed him downstairs without a word.

Nothing much happened after that. They ate lunch with his friends and went their separate ways after that. Bella headed upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms while Edward made his way to the den.

Only a several minutes had passed before he also went to the same room. Bella tried to hide from him, but he quickly found her.

They bickered for a minute until he explained that he wanted her to go on a stroll with him. Bella said no; she wanted to be left alone. She suggested rudely that he should ask me to join him, and he begged her to not be mean.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Am I hurting your feelings? Oh wait, I forgot! You don't have any!" she remarked.

Her snide statement eventually led to an argument. It went from Edward telling her that he did have feelings, to Bella screaming at him about that fact that he ignored all the pain that she had gone through. She yelled that he would never have caused her any of it if he loved and cared for her.

Edward said that he understood how she felt, but Bella denied him.

"How could you possibly understand? You are not me! You weren't thrown into this predicament by force! And how would you feel if you did? How would you feel if you were held down and raped by five men repeatedly, and within the course of three days?! Huh?!" she demanded in fury.

"I don't know," he replied, sounding as if he could care less.

This enraged both Bella and I more. She told him to get out of the room. He finally did after leaving her with some parting words.

When Edward sprinted out his house and into the cliff's forest, I realized that this would be a perfect time to help Bella. I had to...someone did! The physical and sexual abuse that Edward was putting her through could not be allowed to continue.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket. Calling someone was the only option that I had. I did not have my laptop with me; I left it home in Denali and never bothered to get another one.

Who should I call? My mind settled on Carlisle. I knew that Edward hated him for what he did, but Carlisle was still his father. Besides, if Bella was with him, I knew that he treated her better than Edward had. Carlisle also knew her father, who must have been wondering where she was by now.

On the note, I quickly proceeded to dial his number. But I was not even halfway finished doing so when I heard Edward's footsteps approaching in lightning speed.

The door was suddenly thrown open with a BANG. Edward ghosted into the cottage before I knew what was happening. He snatched my cell phone away, dropped it on the floor, and stamped on it. The phone cracked and splintered as he ground it under his shoes.

After that, Edward reached out and pulled me over to him by my hair. He used his other hand to hold my wrists tightly. If I hadn't been so stunned, I would have fought him off.

"Ouch!" I cried as he forced me to look at him.

The expression on his face was murderous. "You whore! What did I tell you earlier?! What did I tell you?!" he roared.

"Let me go, you fucking...AHH!" I shrieked as he yanked my head back some more.

He leaned down. "When I tell you to stay out of my business, that is exactly what you are supposed to do! You are lucky that I am not in the mood to hurt you as much as would like to right now. I almost am.

"But if you ever make another attempt to call Carlisle, or anyone else in our family, you do not want to know what I will do to you! Bella is my soul mate. She is going to stay here. I will not let you have her taken away from me! The only reason why you are acting this way is because you're jealous!"

Jealous?! Did he really think that that was why I wanted to have Bella taken from him?

Edward curled his lip. "Yes, I do, and I am not going to put up with it! Now listen closely...because will only tell you this one last time. Stay out of our business, or else you will be sorry. What I choose to do with Bella has nothing to do with you. Do you understand me?" he whispered.

When I did not answer, he tugged my hair hard. "Do you understand me?" he repeated, his voice sounding deadly this time.

Knowing that it was in my best interest, I decided to reply. I knew that he would follow through with his threat. And whatever he had in his mind to do, I did not want him to do it.

I grimaced in pain. "Fine! I promise that I won't try to have her taken from you again. Just let me go! You're hurting me!"

He narrowed his eyes, then shoved me away. "And don't you dare even think of buying another phone. You will regret it if you do. Believe me on that."

I massaged my scalp as he left the cottage. After the pain was gone, I took the remains of my cell phone in my hands. My heart broke knowing that I would not be able to help Bella. I wished that I had bought a new laptop now, but if I had, would Edward have destroyed that too?

Very likely.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I threw the phone's remains in the trash. If only I had been quicker. If only it were easy for me to block my thoughts from him!

Bella had no way of going back home now. How she was to survive living with Edward, I had no idea. It would be a miracle if she did at all. And I would not be able to sit down and listen helplessly as he and his friends abused her every time I turned around for long. It would drive me insane...even more insane than it did today.

Oh, I wanted to return to Denali. I did not want to be here anymore. However, I knew that it would be difficult for me to leave. Edward clearly did not trust me any longer. He would believe that I was going to inform Carlisle that Bella was here.

I slumped onto my armchair and buried my face in my hands. What was I going to do?

(Later)

Nothing serious happened for the rest of the afternoon. I was grateful for that. I have had enough craziness to last me for the next two hundred years and then some.

Edward gave Bella her space for the most part. He would talk to her every once in a while, but not about anything important. There was an occasion when they had nearly gotten into another argument. However, Edward chose to leave her alone before he lost his temper.

I began to relax a little around early evening. Nevertheless, I had a feeling that something wrong was going to occur. That it not be calm for very long.

And I was right. Everything was thrown into turmoil once more just a few hours later.

I was watching TV when I heard Edward go to the spare room that Bella was in. He told her that it was getting late-it was ten thirty-and that it was about time that she went to bed.

Bella refused to join him in his bedroom, and I did not blame her for that. Edward wouldn't take no for an answer. It was obvious when he carried her to the aforementioned location. She kept telling him to put her down, but he did not listen.

She seemed to have given up fighting him because she accepted the nightclothes that he offered her a minute later without a word. After that, she stiffly bid him good-night.

Edward must have done something to upset her then, for she declared angrily, "I told you earlier to stay away from me and not to touch me."

"Yes, you did, but I know that you did not mean it. You were just upset, but I promised that I would make it up to you. Come here," he ordered gently.

"No! Edward, just let it be. I'm not in the mood for this. I don't want to have sex with you. I'm exhausted. Let me go to sleep," she begged in a panicked voice.

Oh God, no! Please don't tell me that he was going to start this again! Why couldn't he just leave her alone for once? Why did he have to keep hurting her?

As usual, Edward felt convinced that she was lying. "Of course you want to," he murmured with that patronizing tone that I was growing to hate. "And as for your being exhausted, you can be on the bottom, and this won't take long."

There were the sounds of struggling and ripping fabric.

"EDWARD, STOP! GET OFF!" she bellowed.

He paid no attention to her as he let out a moan. The bed began to squeak repeatedly.

NO! I yelled with anguish in my head.

Bella whimpered and started to sob. "Edward, please. Please stop."

"Shhhhhh. Just let me do this. Allow me to show you how sorry I am for what I did."

"You're doing one of things that you did to me again, right now! Don't you care?! STOP IT!"

Edward did not acknowledge this. "Don't make too much noise, you'll wake up my friends."

She kept quiet.

"Good girl."

And he continued to force himself on her. I placed my hands over my ears, trying not to hear the noises that the bed was making. Trying not to hear the creaks whispering that I was a traitor, that it was my fault for not doing anything to help her.

It was not as if I didn't want to. I wanted to so much that it caused me pain. But I was too frightened to say anything about it. I couldn't think about it either...not in Edward's presence. I had no desire to make an already beyond-horrendous situation worse.

He would hurt me next, and if Bella found out about it, she would feel guilty. I knew that she would. Edward told me once that she always felt that way when she believed that she had gotten someone in trouble on her account. I knew that she wouldn't want me to suffer by his hands as well. I couldn't let her go through that. She had enough to deal with at the moment. If I was going to help her, it would have to be when Edward was too far away to know what I was doing.

And what other alternative did I have to get her away from here if I could?

Finally, after a long time, Edward climaxed. Bella wept in despair.

"What's wrong, baby?" he had the nerve to ask her concernedly.

"You!" she retorted in a bitter, tearful voice. "You raped me. You hurt me again. How could you, Edward?"

He gave no response, and I listened as Bella cried until she drifted off to sleep.

There was silence before I heard Edward's footsteps. He was leaving the mansion.

"Tanya, I am going for a hunt. Would you like to come with me?" he inquired abruptly.

I shook my head. I didn't want to go anywhere with his sadistic, perverted ass. "No, I'm not thirsty," I muttered.

"Okay. I will be in the forest near the sea in case you change your mind."

"Whatever."

My sulky attitude must have offended or confused him; he did not say anything else. He just ghosted away.

When I could no longer hear him running, I stood up and walked to my bedroom. I was so mentally exhausted by the day's events that I needed to relax.

I threw myself on the bed and gazed at the ceiling. For what seemed like the first time today, it was silent. However, I felt relieved that it was. It was much better than hearing all of the crying and yelling from earlier. I wished that my adoptive mother was still alive. I wished that I was back home with my family too. They always knew how to comfort me.

Exhaling wearily, I turned over. Now I was looking at my side-table drawer. There were not a good deal of things in it. Just old magazines, my credit card, and a few stacks of money, which added up to more than $2,000...

I sat up in a flash. My credit card had more than enough money on it to buy a couple of plane tickets! I could wake Bella up and have her get dressed. After that, I could carry her to Glasgow's airport in vampire speed. Edward would be hunting for hours; he usually liked to feed for a whole night.

All I had to do was try to block my thoughts, or not think about what I planned.

I threw some of my clothes into a bag. I did not care about my other possessions; I could always buy more later.

I put on a jacket and shoved my money into the inside pocket. I heard footsteps as I did, but I was too preoccupied to pay them any attention. I shut off the lights and ran out of the cottage.

Just as I was about to go around the mansion to the kitchen door, the footsteps drew closer. The next thing I knew, Edward was standing in front of me with a deadly scowl.

I didn't have the chance to even look at him with fear. But when he snatched me up, I tried to fight him off. He dodged my punches while hauling me back to the place that I had just left.

"Let go of me! Get off of me, Edward!" I hissed as I struggled against him. I would have yelled at him, but I didn't want Bella or his friends to hear me and wake up.

"No. I told you not to interfere in our business. I warned you about what I was going to do if you tried to have Bella taken away from me. Now, you shall pay the consequences. I'll make sure that you will never think of leaving here again, too," he whispered.

By this time, we were in the cottage. He put me down and moved his head aside to evade another punch. I went to hit him again, but his fist crashed into my stomach.

Oh, it was on now!

I pounced on him with a snarl, making us tumble onto the floor. We struggled, and I managed to land a few punches in his mouth and nose.

"Bitch!" Edward shouted. He reached up to yank my hair. The pain distracted me enough for him to throw me aside.

We stood up immediately and began to circle each other, growling menacingly. Then, as if by a signal, we lunged forward at the same time. The collision was so loud that I was amazed that Bella or his friends did not wake up.

I swung at him over and over again, but I couldn't get a hand on him as much as I would have liked. Edward was just too fast! He ducked and swerved ever time my fist or foot came towards him.

He had no trouble in scoring plenty of hits, though. And before I knew it, he ghosted behind me. He slid his arms under my armpits and pushed me to the ground.

I was unable to move except to kick my legs. Edward pulled my arms behind me while digging what felt like his knee into the center of my back. Pain like I had never experienced before erupted in my shoulders. It was then I realized that he was going to tear off my arms.

"No! Edward, don't do it!" I implored as I attempted to get away from him. However, I was unable to. I was pinned, straight and simple.

"Oh, I am going to do it! You will learn what happens to people who don't mind their own business," he declared.

And before I could protest again, he continued to rip my arms off...slowly. The pain grew even worse. I chewed on my lip in agony. I would not scream. I would not scream. I was never going to let Bella or Edward's friends know that Edward was hurting me.

My arms were completely torn away seconds later. I thought that he was finished with me, but I was wrong.

To my horror, he moved on to my legs and started to pull them off too. It took everything in me to keep my mouth shut. Tears ran down my cheeks like rivers.

"Stop. Please stop," I begged.

"Don't worry. I will after I'm finished," he stated in a mock reassuring voice.

Once my legs had been removed, I was in more agony than ever. I was sure that the phantom pain would have nearly killed me if I were human.

Edward gathered up my extremities and went out of sight. I heard thuds coming from my left. He was obviously putting them in a place where they couldn't reattach themselves to me.

When he came back, he turned me over so that I was facing him.

"You will lay here and think about what you have done. I'll put you back together when I am sure that you have learned your lesson," he remarked.

I didn't say a word as he left the cottage as if nothing had happened. It was only when I heard him enter his mansion that I began to cry stormily.

How could he do this to me? I was starting to wonder if he had a soul at all.

Bella was right about what she said earlier. The old Edward was dead, and in his place was a demon.

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