Chapter 4

School began with the ringing of the bell, the ordinarily circumstance would be to line up in class order alphabetically I was in class A which was the highest intellectual students can progress in this school. Personally I don't think the teachers had very high hopes for any of us.

We were called to order to quieten down, hands crossed behind your back or in front, everybody listened as the headmistress came down the school steps, the clip clopping of her black heels on the tiled brick floor made the only noise within miles.

I could hear the heavy pounding of my heart in my chest as she slapped her hand with a cane, silently came towards each row.

I kept face forward at all times all she needed was a slight excuse to bring that cane whipping down on someone's bare skin as cruelty to children pleased her as she liked being in control.

Eventually I was accustomed to her glaring stare that penetrated me right through to my soul, I automatically flinched back facing forward. Always facing forward you don't need another flogging Isabella, mummy, daddy will punish me.

She was so close I could feel, smell the foul breath that came out of them shrivelled old prune puckered lips, she reminded me of a fish that sometimes mum would cook if we had been well-behaved.

I breathed a sigh of relief as she clopped her way past me, towards the back of the que, when there was a sudden burst of noise that caught my attention, a scrabbling, I was suddenly pushed.

Something broke from around my neck as the screaming started from inside my head. I didn't realise what had happened as I was on the ground with Lauren beneath me a silver chain wrapped in her fist.

"Give it back please Lauren" I don't know where I had got the gift from was it from my parents then if not then whom, my parents always said it was a gift from them telling me how loved I was but that was the only, last gift they had given me.

It was a locket in the form of a heart but I could never open it, it seemed locked stuck somehow, if only I could open it I want to see what is in there.

I screamed as I felt a large sweaty hand grab onto my hair, pull the pins out of the bun on my head as she pulled me up, I could not cry not in front of them, Lauren had never even given my necklace back.

She still had my hair in her grasp, she shouted as I tried to hold onto my hair to stop any painful tugging she may ensure.

"Get to class now" Ms Trunchbull bellowed in her manly monotone voice.

Everyone scampered off that is excluding me as I was still locked in the hands of the devil.

"Now miss swan what do we have here now you parents won't like this will they well the best thing about this is that I get to have a little fun".

She grinned, her yellow broken teeth snarled back at me I whimpered as she pulled me up the stairs, into the building, into the pits of hell, I have experienced it before one to many a times but everyone has at this point.

We had eventually made it into the headmistresses room which was not a pretty sight it was dark dreary, had masculine dart boards, a big intimidating chair accustomed with a dark wooden heavy table, I knew where I was headed.

She shoved me down onto the table where my head banged against the wood as she had thrown me, as I was bent over the table face down she began to tear the clothes from my body to make it more embarrassing, painful form the lashes of the whip against my back.

I tried to hold back the sobs as I knew what was coming next but unfortunately a few escaped my lips, that seemed to be a sound of permission form me as the next thing I knew the whip had come down leaving a searing sensation down my back.

Edward pov

I could feel it I could feel my angel but it wasn't a good sign if I could feel her when I didn't know where she was that meant she was in trouble she was being hurt, I could not help her I could not get to her.

I screamed in pain for both the sensation she was feeling, the pain that I could not protect her from this I just prayed she made it through so I could find her and make her safe again.

As the next one, the next one came down as I felt whatever my angel felt as we were bound for life I knew my father had lied to me his own son telling me that my angel had died that she was not coming back to save me from myself.

But I was going to find her no matter what even if it killed me…

Bella pov

I had eventually collapsed from the beatings I had taken I had screamed myself to the point where I had lost my voice, I just laid there on the floor with blood covered wooden flooring, body, I did not make a sound as she dragged me up.

Shoved me into a cupboard where I had to stay for the rest of the day.

The last time she had forgotten about me, my parents had to come get me out of the cupboard. My hand shakily reached for the locket that was usually swinging around my neck but all I found was an empty place where my angel used to be.

As I laid there, tried not to catch my skin on any of the spikes creeping out of the walls. I had lost my parents would never forgive me they would not love me I was scared for life they would not want me now they have probably abandoned me.

Now that Lauren, Jessica were home, telling mummy, daddy about how I had attacked her for no reason. I sighed shakily, I stayed in that position until I was welcomed into the light…

Edward pov

It was that time again that as Prince of England I had to partake in my duties as one of them would be going to the local schools around Winchester. I only agreed to this because wherever my angel was she was 16, the age to go to school, if her captors let her.

I growled just thinking about her capture I wasn't there to protect her, I blamed myself every day as my family supported me in my loss, there's too. I had promised my future parents in law that I would find her, bring her home to me, to us.

But somehow with every year going past I lose a little bit of hope of finding her, eventually that will dwindle down to nothing but I will not, think that I will find her, she will be in my arms again where she belongs

As our royal carriage rolled over the cobblestones of the driveway of St Pauls cathedral school I could see all of the nobility, titled men, woman waiting for their royalty to disembark from their carriage.

To be able to touch us we were named as gods because we were famous of being beautiful nobility.

As I heard all the whispers of their minds, their children's I could not help but recoil from their in festering mind fantasies, the males were not the worst in any case. I could not help but pause at one mind which provided a block in their mind.

I recognised him a distant cousin going by the name of James McMullen with his two daughters, his wife Victoria at his side.

But what was interesting about him was that Jasper told me in my mind that he seemed worried anxious for some reason. Which I could not fathom as to why his emotions radiated worry, I pushed a little bit further, and I discovered the truth of his crime.

He had kidnapped my angel, tortured her, I ran at him before anyone was aware of what was happening I did not care that I was showcasing our secret as I heard gasps, whispers around me as I ran as fast as I could, snapped his neck.

I had finished the deed as my brothers had caught up, held me fast preventing me from doing anything else. I was approached by screaming, the mastermind of this whole scheme of this place Ms Trunchbull the headmistress or headmaster couldn't tell.

Then without warning the most horrible sound made its way to my ears the ear-piercing scream of my angel, I ran …