Second part of Derek and Bella. The sex will be coming soon.
We were closing in on Tommy's car, and, luckily for us, the security guard was not the skinniest person in the world. But Blake was the number 1 track runner in the state, so when I reached for the door handle, he grabbed my hand, this time making sure I didn't flip him, and pinned me against the car crushing his lips to mine. The kiss, if you can even call it that, was stopped soon after Derek saw what was happening and punched Blake and kneed him in the stomach. Derek reclaimed my hand and pulled me into the back seat of the car and yelled at Tommy to drive, drive, DRIVE!!! We were soon on the freeway heading home and Security had given up on catching us, and Blake had to take the bus because we had left my car to whom I had the keys to. Dammit!!! I tried to tell Derek, but he was glowering and mumbling something under his breathe. Now, in our hurry the only spot I could sit was on Derek's lap, but when I tried to move into the other seat, Tommy moved the car so I couldn't. The excitement of the day had tired me out so I quickly fell asleep.
When I awoke, I was in my own bed but I was still dressed in the clothes I had worn that day. I turned on the light and got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, tripping over a big bed of blankets. I went to the shower, undressed and turned on the water to the hottest setting. That day was the most exciting day I had had in a very long time. I thought about the days events until the water turned cold, so I hopped out of the shower, grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and jumped into bed. I was out in seconds.
My sweet dreams turned to nightmares when I saw Patrick and Blake sitting in a dark room and made Derek watch as they raped me, but he didn't care what they did to me. Eventually they let him go and he and Tommy started to go at it...
I guess I appeared to be fighting with my blankets, because I woke up to Derek and Tommy untangling me from them. At first I let them until I realized what I was wearing and grabbed the blankets away from them, blushing furiously. Remembering that I was so unprepared to stop Blake from kissing me I tried to cover my crying face from them, and they kept prying until they had dragged me off the bed and each grabbed one of my wrists. They pulled them away from my face, only to drop them to my sides as tears streamed down my face. I tried to quickly run away, but fell on my face into a dirty T-shirt, picked it up and ran. I guess I aroused many strange looks for walking through town looking like shit, only in a T-shirt so it was easy for Derek to find me. He was just about to reach me and began "Bella, I..." but I was caught off guard by someone flipping me into a van and injected me with sleeping gas.
Derek, please save me...
Derek, please don't hate me...
Derek, I'm sorry...
My head was throbbing and my arm was twisted into a weird, unnatural position. Great, just fucking great. My legs were free to move but my arms were tied up above my head. There was blood stains on my clothes, and my hair was tied back into a ponytail. I heard footsteps, so I looked around as far as I could look, and saw Blake coming out of the darkness. I chuckled "Wow, you really hold a grudge, don't you Blake?" He just smiled and said "Not with you, with Derek. I figured taking you away would be a really good punishment for him." "Are you an idiot?! He can replace me, he doesn't care... It's me who needs him. He doesn't need me, his loved me like a sister since his dad died." I screamed, causing the handcuffs to clank and bang against my broken wrist causing me to flinch. Blake laughed, "You know if you give me your virginity, I'll let you go."
"No way in hell, jackass." I said spitting out the words. So he through me a candy bar and left. And how the fuck am I supposed to eat a candy bar with my hands tied up? I thought. My eyelids drooped and I fell asleep, hoping to awake in my bed surrounded my blankets and Tommy and... Derek. But they aren't coming, they can't be coming.
Because no one cares about me.
At least that's what I thought until the door was busted down by Derek.
I would not want to be Blake right now, I haven't seen Derek this pissed in a long time. He ran to me and broke the chains that held me with in muscle and adrenalin. Blake stumbled out with a gun and Derek was standing there over me, and when Derek moved, Blake pointed his gun at me and fired. Derek jumped in between me and the bullet, causing him to my shot in the leg. I hopped up and kicked Blake as hard as I could in the head. He fell to the ground unconscious, and, slinging Derek's arm over my shoulder we limped put of the warehouse into the bright sunshine.
We were in one of those abandoned shopping centers a few miles front the hospital. We busted through the doors and I hurriedly got Derek some help and then had them get me some wrist care.
At one point I saw Tommy rush into Derek's room and almost smiled.
But it was all my fault he got hurt...
Just like it was my fault his dad is dead now.