I decided to have this story beta'd to clean up any grammar or punctuation mistakes. I'll be going through a couple chapters at a time and replacing the chapters. I'll probably add and author's note just to let everyone know as well.

So, thank you to stavanger1 for being a fabulous beta and taking care with my story. You rock.

I don't own Twilight all Stephenie Meyer.

Prologue

All that surrounded me was darkness. I was tied to a bed awaiting my tormentor. My body was shaking and all I wanted was for this to be over with. I was only seventeen. Things like this weren't supposed to happen to people my age.

The door creaked open and there in the frame stood James. He was my captor, my tormentor over the past several days or more. He sauntered over to me and climbed on top of me.

I trembled as he took my clothes off, one article of clothing at a time. His hot breath made my skin crawl and I felt sick as he lowered himself on to me. My body ached from the torture he had inflicted on me, breaking bones and beating me till I was covered in bruises.

He was inside me then, not for the first time. Tears spilled down my cheeks as he forced himself into me, biting me and pushing into me harder and harder. He untied my wrists and continued on with what he was doing. This went on for hours.

Usually when he'd finish he'd dress himself and stare at me for awhile before he left the room and locked the door behind him.

Not tonight. For the first time he fell asleep next to me. The door was unlocked and I was not bound.

Once I was sure he was snoring I got dressed as quickly and quietly as I could. Walking hurt because of my broken leg and fractured ribs, but I forced myself to keep moving. I made it out of the building I was in and took in my surroundings.

Relief flooded me when I recognized it.

Painfully I hobbled down the street looking for any signs of life.

Involuntary sobs escaped my mouth as I moved as quickly as I could. The realization hit me that if I couldn't find help soon nothing would stop James from finding me again.

And then, like a ray of light, a figure moved toward a car. I wasn't sure if I could trust this person, but I had no choice. "Help me," I managed to cry out. "Please!"

The figure ran up to me and I realized that it was a man. He hovered over me since I had collapsed on the ground, and was checking me over. "Can you tell me your name?" His voice was like velvet.

"Bella." Nothing else about the man registered to me, everything around me was blurry.

"Hi, Bella. My name is Edward." The velvety smoothness seemed to relax my nerves. He checked me over, finding the broken bones and sensitive areas. "Do you remember what happened to you?"

Even though it physically hurt to, I took in a deep breath and let it out. "I've been held hostage… for I don't know how long. Please… he could find me."

Without hesitating he scooped me up carefully into his arms and carried me to his car. I slipped in and out of consciousness the entire way to the hospital. Picking up the velvety tones of his voice reminded me that I was safe from my tormentor.

"Yeah, she looks really bad Dad… Thank you so much." He tried to keep quiet. "I would work on her myself, but… yeah. I'm almost there."

I started slipping again. My last thought before I succumbed to the darkness was of the angel who had rescued me. I had to thank him once I was better.