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ok, heres the beginning of a story my friend and i are writing!!

She was a lost cause. That’s what she thought, and no one could change that view. Ever since he left she felt, for lack of better words, empty. He left with her heart, her soul, her whole reason for life itself.
And as she lay in her bed, thinking of how she was such a lost cause, she had a strong impulse do something reckless. No matter what she promised him, she would do something reckless. It didn’t matter if it put her life in danger, she wanted to do something! So, on that impulse, she left a note for her father saying she was going to Port Angeles for the day, not caring to say when she would be back.
She turned on the ancient machine that was her car, a loud roaring coming from the engine. She drove all the way to Port Angeles, taking her time and still making it look like she was in a hurry. She drove down some of the dinkier streets once there and spotted a nice looking place. Nice for a bar at least.
Getting out there were cat calls, whistles and all that sort, but she didn’t care.
“Hey babe! Why don’t you come over here and join me!” a drunk called from inside the bar, she ignored him and walked up to the bar.
“Something strong,” she said to the bar keeper.
He grunted, not caring if she was 21 or not, and got her the drink, “Here sweetie.” He winked, and she just walked over to a table in the corner.
What are you doing! Yelled a voice. She was surprised, to say the least, and almost spilled her drink.
Get out of here! The voice yelled, she didn’t jump this time but instead took a drink of whatever it was in the mug. It was his voice, and it was ripping her heart to shreds. It always did when it came, tearing her heart more and more finely every time.
A man walked over to her table. “Hey babe, wanna get out of here and have a good time?” he reeked of booze and it took all of her might not to barf in his face.
She looked up at him with empty eyes, looking bored and slightly annoyed, “No, you smell.” And she turned back to her drink, but the man wouldn’t give up.
“Come on baby, lets go somewhere quiet,” he grabbed her arm harshly and she yanked it back.
“I said no, get that through your thick skull,” but he wouldn’t take no for an answer and grabbed her arm hard enough to bruise.
“Now listen here b***h, you’re coming with me and that’s final,” he growled in her face.
Fight, Bella, fight him! The voice roared in her mind. She spit in his face and he just got angrier, pulling her out of the bar and into a small, dark alley.
“You b***h! How dare you!” he slapped her hard and she fell to the ground with its force.
Run, Bella, run from here! The voice yelled in her mind, making it all the harder for her to find strength in her to even crawl.
“Don’t touch me,” was all she could utter, he laughed in her face and kicked her in the side. Picking her up by her hair he kissed her roughly, the reek of this animal reaching her poor nose and she tried to kick him, but he had such a strong grip of her that she couldn’t do anything. It was the worst thing she’d have done to her physically in her entire life, worst then even the incident with James.
“You’ll pay for not being a good little girl,” the man said as he tore off her clothes, taking his off as well. The cold hit her hard and as he continued to mark her body with bruises and marks she just let him do it to her, loosing hope in help coming at all. Then she felt a pain in her private area and she was brought back harshly to reality.
Gasping and whimpering she could not even try to escape into her mind anymore and had to go through with this pain.
Fight, Bella! The voice kept yelling in her mind, but she couldn’t. It was impossible. Once the man finished he threw her into a pile of trash and left, a smug look on his face. It took the last of her strength to pull her clothes on. Not having any hope or strength she passed out, shivering in the cold of the rain and night.

its a fanfiction, so yeah... HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!

tora