Hey guys, so this is my third story and I hope you enjoy it. I will warn you though that it may be a little sad. Please review and let me know what you think.
I tugged at the sleeve of my sweater as an attempt to conceal what happened in the past ten minutes. I was able to hide the bruises on my arms but deep purple and green blotches were still visible on my face. I took one last look at myself in the mirror before quickly turning away. Tears ran down my cheeks as I began to regret ever agreeing to marry Jacob Black. Back then it seemed like a dream come true, marrying my high school sweet heart, but now I've come to realize that it was the worst mistake of my life.
I met Jake ten years ago, my freshman year in high school when I was only fourteen. We started out as just being friends. We would hang out at each other's houses eating pizza and playing video games, but then half way through our sophomore year we realized that we had feelings for each other so we started dating. Jacob was my everything and I loved him so much, so naturally when he proposed to me at the end of our senior year I happily said yes. Two days after my twentieth birthday I gave birth to my very first child. I had a little girl who we decided to name Sarah René. Sarah was Jacob's mothers name and René is my mom's name. Sarah was a beautiful baby,exibiting the best qualities of both her mother and father. She had Jake's tan complection, my creamy brown eyes, and jake's brown hair. She was perfect and We were both so happy with our lives. We had a beautiful little girl, a nice little house we called our own and a perfect marriage…or so we thought at the time.
About a year after Sarah was born, Jake's sister Rachel and her baby Elizabeth were in a fatal car accident. Rachel had always been the closest to Jake, and she meant the world to him, so the death of both her and little Lizzie really messed him up. He started drinking, and would come home drunk every night. That's when it started…and he's been hitting me ever since then. Most bruises are easy to conceal, so nobodyknows what really goes on in the Black household, and as for the bruises that are harder to cover up like the ones on my face, everyone just thinks oh clumsy Bella. Noone would ever even consider that the purple spots were Jake's doing.