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The Cost of Freedom Is High

Make The Pain Stop

I jumped up from the couch, and charged him.

“Bella stop.” Taylor grunted as he grabbed both of my fists and slammed my back into the wall.

“No, you fucked my entire life over.” I screamed.

I kept trying to swing my fists, but Taylor was strong, but I was smart.

My knee slammed into his groin, and to my happiness he let go of my arms, allowing me to land a punch to the side of his head.

As he regained his balance, he threw one arm around my stomach to steady me, and the other landed straight in my stomach, sending me gasping to the floor.

“We’re done.” Michael stated, slipping in between us, and pulling me out.

“No.” I growled, trying to bite his hand to let me go.

“We’ll be back.” Michael announced to DJ and Taylor, while throwing me up and over his shoulder.

“Let me down you asshole!” I screamed, kicking and thrashing at him.

“Cut it out,” Michael warned me.

“Let me down, I’m going to kill that motherfucker.” I hollered.

Michael threw me down onto his bed, and quickly crawled over me, holding me down.

Without thinking I pushed my head up and sunk my teeth into his lower neck, almost near his collarbone.

When my teeth broke the skin I was expecting him to react and jerk back. The exact opposite happened, his fingers dug into my skin, then he warned me again.

“Don’t ever fucking bite me again!” He growled.

“Why the fuck is he here?” I yelled.

“Lower your voice, watch your mouth, and relax.” Michael instructed.

I started to calm down a bit as the minutes passed on, and as they did Michael slowly started to lessen his grip on me.

“I’m sorry for biting you.” I apologized.

He chuckled.

“I know you are, just don’t ever bite me again or DJ. Let’s just say we like to bite as well. Anyways to answer your question Taylor kind of does a few chores here and there for some of us, and we thought it might be interesting to see how you’d react to him.” Michael explained.

“Ok, well now you know I hate him. Let’s call it done and he can leave.” I stated.

“Sorry, it’s not that easy.” He groaned.

“Oh, no.” I said.

He got off of me, went to the closet, and threw me this http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=172757762

“Put this on, and then we’ll go downstairs and eat dinner.” He instructed me.

“Can’t we just skip that, and you can whip me or some weird shit like that?” I questioned him.

He threw his head back and let out a little laugh.

“You’d want to be punished over going down to dinner?” Michael asked.

“Yes, he was my best friend and he basically handed me over with a pink bow atop my head.” I replied.

“Now you’re here with us though and everything’s fine.” Michael told me.

“Yeah, whatever.” I scoffed.

His hand slapped down on my ass and he snapped “Attitude, watch it babe.”

“Are you going to step out?” I wondered.

“No, Bella I’m not. Remember you know the two times we’ve been intimate together, naked in bed? I fail to understand why you’d still be freaked out by getting dressed in front of me.” Michael stated.

“Fine.” I said, getting up and quickly taking my clothes off and putting on the dress and tights.

“You’re to behave down there, and you will not leave until I give you permission okay.” Michael demanded.

“Okay.” I replied.

“By the way though, after tonight we’re working on the proper addresal thing, that’s starting to piss me off.” Michael told me.

“Let’s just go.” I stated.

“Let’s.” Michael agreed, finally opening to door.

I walked in sync with him, and once we were downstairs in the dining room I took a seat next to DJ and across from Taylor.

“Can I say hi, or will that get me beaten up as well?” Taylor asked.

“It looks like somebody already took care of that for me.” I responded, noticing the black eye he already had which I knew I hadn’t caused.

“I saw Chance for the first time since, you know we got to leave, and well to put it nicely he wasn’t to happy to see me.” Taylor told me.

“I’d be lying if I said I’m sorry. Quite frankly I would’ve been happier with him if he had broken your fucking spine.” I admitted.

“Watch it.” Michael snipped.

Okay, I guess that was just a bit harsh.

Maybe, actually no, no it wasn’t.

“Can we please talk alone?” I asked Michael and DJ.

“After what we just watched you attack him, no way.” Michael replied.

“That was stupid and irrational on my part, I won’t do it again.” I promised, actually serious.

“Fine, but we’ll be making sure nothing goes down.” DJ told me.

There was only silence between Taylor and I as DJ and Michael left. Then finally they were out of eyesight.

“I don’t know where to begin.” Taylor stated.

“If I only got to know one thing, I’d just want to know what the hell went through your mind when you agreed to me being taken, and as you watched them take me away.” I told him.

“Bella, there is no other comparison to the pain and horror I felt knowing what I did to you, I wasn’t thinking at all, it was a stupid fucking mistake that I was selfish enough to make.” He said.

“No Taylor, there is that kind of pain. It’s being whipped until I pass out onto the floor bleeding, becoming some sex object and getting so fucking used to it that now it’s kind of starting to feel good, getting pregnant and losing the baby that you had just grown a bond for. So don’t start telling me that you’re in pain, yes I guess you might be, but you’re free and I’m not. Knowing just that is the worst pain out there.” I lectured him.

“I’m so, so, sorry Bella.” He whispered, holding his hand out to me.

“I am too, but I’m sorry that I won’t ever be able to forgive you. I could’ve gotten out Taylor and escaped this hell, but because of you I now have to suffer.” I replied.

“Bella you’re not the only one that’s suffering. Cassie has nightmares every night about what happened to her at the house.” Taylor said.

“Wow if the only thing she has is nightmares I’d consider her pretty lucky Taylor. She can wake up from whatever fucked up thing is happening to her, but I wake up and the nightmare either continues or gets worse.” I growled, getting agitated.

I went to stand up and walk away, but Taylor threw down a paper on the table and I froze.

It was a newspaper with my mom’s picture on it.

“I’m obviously pissing you off. Just before I leave I think you’d appreciate seeing your mom’s picture and reading what she has to say.” He muttered, looking almost somber.

I quickly skimmed through the paper due to the fact that I was on the verge of tears the entire time reading my mother’s words. I could feel the emotion, struggle, and extreme pain she felt.

The last paragraph was what got to me.

“At this point in time anything could be the reality for Bella, I’ve even come to grips with the fact that she may be dead. However if that is the truth then in a sense I’m glad. All I want is for my daughter to be safe, and out of pain. If that means death, then I’m willing to accept it. It would be a tragedy of incomparable horror, but at least she’d be out of pain.”

The tears had overflowed and I was beyond bawling as I stood there shaking at my mother’s scary but true words.

Death would be best.

As fast as possible I ran all the way down the hall to one of the smaller bathrooms.

I’d make sure that I was out of pain not for myself, but for my mother.

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DJ’s POV - 1 Hour Later

“We should go and check on her now, she’s had enough time up there. We at least need to make sure she’s okay.” I told Michael.

“I agree.” He said.

We made our way down the hall towards the bathroom, and as we got to about 10 feet away we heard sobbing and the water suddenly turned on.

Michael and I ran like hell to the door, only to find it locked.

“Bella!” I screamed.

“Make it stop.” She sobbed.

“Sweetie come on and open the door.” I gently tried to coax her.

“Break the fucking door in.” Michael instructed after we got no response.

With the heel of my boot I kicked the door wide open and was confronted with a scene from a horror movie.

Bella was sitting up in the tub, with the water running, a razor in her right hand and blood dripping down her harms.

“Fuck.” I exclaimed.

I ran over to her, grabbed the towel that Michael handed to me, and quickly applied pressure to her wrists in a shitty attempt to make the bleeding stop.

“Shit.” Michael grunted, turning off the water, grabbing a towel.

He took the blade away from Bella, chucked it across the room and started applying pressure to her other wrist.

“I should be dead.” She croaked out.

“Hold on princess, you’re night dying okay.” I told her trying to comfort her.

“Make it stop!” She suddenly cried out.

“Do the towels hurt?” Michael asked.

“Make the pain stop.” She whimpered.

I looked down and noticed that both Michael and I’s towels were starting to really soak up with blood.

“Tell Phil to get his ass over here now.” I growled at Michael.

“Okay, just keep the pressure on both wrists.” He yelled to me, already out the door.

I reached over so that I had a death grip on both of her wrists as unfortunately the blood kept pouring out.

“I don’t want to be saved.” She slurred.

“You’re talking out of your ass Bella, just keep fighting.” I attempted to encourage her.

I looked back to see if there were any other towels in the near area that I could reach. There weren’t.

I then returned my gaze back to Bella and my heart stopped for a second.

She was lying there now with her eyes closed, and she wasn’t moving.

“Bella?” I yelled, trying to get a reaction.

Nothing.

“Bella, wake up!”

Notes

Bella?



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