A/N - This is my first fanfic, so please review so that I can improve my writing! Any reviews are fine, Im happy to hear all opinions :) I will try to update regularly, but please let me know what you think of the story so that I can continue (or not continue) writing. Also, Im open to story ideas, so PM me if you have any cool ones that you would like to see happen! I have the rough outlines already, but Im always open to suggestions. Happy reading, and pretty please review!!!
Disclaimer - I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters, if I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfic!
Prologue
BPOV
It had been exactly 5 weeks since my arm was broken in three places. I did something I shouldn't have, and I got what I deserved. I knew that I wasn't supposed to look at him like that, and so I was punished. He told people that I had fallen down the stairs, a result of my ever-existent clumsiness. In reality, he had taken to me with a baseball bat, a badly broken arm a small price to pay compared to what could have happened if I hadn't protected my head. I chose a black cast, partly because it was less noticeable, but also because that was how I felt. Every day. Ever since Edward took me to the forest, abandoned me, and left me with a gaping hole in my heart that tore the very essence of my being from existence.
When I planned my future as a young naive 17 year old, I never expected to become Mike Newton's personal punching bag. I always imagined myself becoming a powerful and beautiful vampire, taking my rightful place next to Edward in the Cullen family. But I never deserved that place. The one person I truly loved, truly gave my heart to, never loved me back. The shining light in my life trod on my soul and crushed me forever. And that is how I ended up with Mike. In the year following Edward's departure, I drifted aimlessly through life, interested by nothing, and no one. I eventually caved into Mikes insistent pestering about becoming more than friends. That proved to be one of the biggest mistakes of my miserable life to date. Not long into our one-sided relationship, the hitting began. It started with the odd slap when I talked back, or did something to provoke him, progressing to fully-fledged beating, for no apparent reason at all. I had to give it to Mike, he was very creative when it came to excuses about how my injuries came about, the few times when I had driven myself to the hospital after receiving particularly bad breaks. I knew I couldn't tell anyone. Who would I go to? Charlie absolutely adored Mike, he was eternally thankful for him taking me in and making me 'happy' again. I was forbidden to speak to Renee. I doubted whether anybody would believe me if I told them anyway. If only they knew.
Mike liked to think that he rescued me when he gave me another chance at love. I never had loved him. I wasn't even capable of loving anybody else, after Edward had taken my heart with him when he left 3 long years ago. But Mike was always right, and so my life continued painfully on.