I don't own any of the character. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

This is the first chapter of my fanfic. There is dark/abusive themes that some may find disturbing. The rest, enjoy!


1. Kiss with a fist

She was sitting on her bedroom, lazily enjoying the summer sun that came through the window. She was very impressed. Mom's been out for more than two hours, and James had yet to come in to punish Bella, for now. She wondered if there was any chance Renee killed him or he was killed accidentally, but she decided to turn these thoughts off; she shouldn't keep her hopes up. She thought of going in the living room and watching some TV or maybe preparing some dinner, but she decided against it. There was no way she was going near where that man is. She tried to be courageous and show him that she wasn't afraid. She'd read that many abusers did it just to see their victims' fear. But Bella made it a point to hide her fear well. Sometimes she got him too furious. He almost begged her to cry. And others… Sometimes, Bella's cheeks felt so sore that she couldn't sleep on her sides at nights. Sometimes she could barely walk after he was done with her. Other times, Bella wished she'd never been born.

Today has been generally a good day for her. School was over, so she had the opportunity to go out for a bit; even though she had no friends, she enjoyed those lonely, long walks under the summer sun. Sometimes, they even gave her a false sense of freedom. But deep inside, she knew that this would never, ever happen. She knew she fooled herself with her wishful thinking that there was a path out of this.

She had already run away from home twice. The first time she didn't get too far, as James found out what she was up to and hunted her down with the car shortly after she left in the dead of night. He found her in the boarders of the city, where she was trying to hitch-hike and took her back home. And then he punished her for not being a good girl to those who loved her –himself and her mother. The second time she planned it out much better. She was plotting for months, found the perfect day to sneak out and she managed to get miles away from Phoenix. And then they started searching for their beloved daughter. In a matter of days, a poster with her picture was plastered all around in four states. She was described as "a 15-year-old with slight mental disorder". She wondered if she was really disordered but quickly dismissed the thought. She knew exactly what he was doing. After a couple of days, a good citizen found her and got her to the local PD. Her loving "step dad" came to pick her up, describing to the policemen how she was slightly paranoid, always afraid of conspiracies against her and how she thought that she didn't like the fact that she had a new dad now and that she did everything to sabotage him.

Suddenly, the door opened, cutting her train of thought. "Well, well, well… relaxing, aren't we," the blonde man asked coyly. She looked at him but didn't respond. The bruises from last Thursday still hurt. "I asked you something," he insisted. She looked at him, trying to look determined but biting her lip gave her away. She tried to avoid eye contact though she knew he wouldn't like it. And that was not good, at all. "I guess not" she shrugged, trying to make it look casual "She'll be back soon, won't she," she said with fake determination. She wanted to buy some time, convince him that she'd come back soon, that he had no time with her.

The past week she grew even more afraid of this guy, as his moves became even more suspicious. Yes, he was beating her up, both her and her mother, but he
never attempted any harm of sexual nature. Not until now. Ever since last Sunday, he's been hovering all the time. On Friday, he stepped into her bedroom and lingered for a long time. She pretended to be asleep, of course, but she could hear his heavy breathing from across the room. The man was now next to her bed. "Oh will she? I'm not sure… We'll see, though. So, now mom's not at home, what if we had some fun together," he said in a sweet, sickening voice. He was on her bed, right next to her now, his hand on her face. Every word she tried to speak found the lump that was created in her throat and couldn't come out. She knew that what she feared most was about to come. And that she could do nothing about it.

"Why so pale, honey," his hand now traveled to her neck. He squeezed it a bit and she winced "Did that hurt you? Oh, I'm so sorry." His breath was all over her, fast and out of control. She should have started trembling at the time, but her shock didn't allow her to do even that. Instead, she stayed absolutely still, allowing this man all over her. His other hand was now on her shoulder, grazing the strap of her bra and her glasses were dimmed from his breath. Inside, she was crying like never before. All of those years he never, ever tried anything like that on her. Why now? Both of his hands traveled to her chest, ready to touch the swells, but no, he grabbed her sides and brought her closer to him. "You're a big girl now, aren't you? Sixteen years old. A woman," he slammed her body against his and she felt something hard inside his jeans. "Your body has transformed so much… You're so feminine… So beautiful. Don't be afraid, come here…" All this time her arms were trapped on her chest. There was no escape from his strong arms. She waited for the inevitable, unable to fend him off. His left hand traveled lower, his thumb slowly stroking her inner thigh and going upwards. Tears streamed down her face, she couldn't appear strong anymore. A small sob escaped from her lungs and he moved back to get a better view of her face.

Suddenly, he took his hand back and put it on her cheek. "What? Did you think we're gonna have our fun now? No, no, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but we
don't want mommy to see us like this, do we? No, of course we don't." That annoying smirk of his was spread all over his face and he was talking to her as if she was a baby. He climbed out of the bed and went to the door. "Just calm down your excitement, okay? Don't say anything about our little… conversation. I'll come back." And with those words he left her alone.

She was there, laid on her bed, frozen. She was so afraid that she couldn't even move her little finger. The only movements on her were the tears streaming down her face. Abruptly, after a couple of minutes, she broke into loud sobs. She couldn't play courageous anymore. She was scared shitless about what was coming for her. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow this man would come for her and he would take what he wanted. She started feeling dirty, but she felt it was all under her skin. She rushed into her bathroom and almost tore her clothes away from her body. She jumped into the shower and let the hottest water flush away everything she felt ashamed for, his touching, his hand between her thighs, his breath… She was scrubbing her skin with her brush, leaving red marks all over her back, which started hurting under the hot water. But she could care less. The pain she was going through inside was nothing in comparison.

And then everything came clear. An epiphany of those that happen to people in utter desperation occurred to her. She couldn't stay anymore. Her mom would never get away from this man. And it wasn't just that she couldn't. It was that she didn't want to. She knew that Renee would be completely dependent on James, even if he killed Bella. She tried to stay here only for her mother, to help her when she was too sore from the beating to walk, to create the façade of the happy family. But she couldn't take it anymore. She had to break free, even if this meant leaving her mother behind. Right then she felt that she'd never been loved by her mother, that if she was a true parent, she'd protect her from this man. But, on the contrary, Renee would gladly put James before Bella, so she could save herself from a slap or two. And Bella would find a way to run away again and never be found. She's learnt from her past mistakes and she'd try not to make any of them again. She'd break free no matter what.

When she was done with her shower, Bella went back to her bedroom. She closed her door quietly, but firmly, so James didn't see her. She didn't know if her mom was back, but he didn't come back for her. Maybe scaring her like that was enough for the day. She crawled under her bed and pulled out a big, leather backpack. That backpack had followed her in every effort to escape. It would be her only luggage in this trip. She opened carefully the drawers, one by one and picked up all the essentials. She wouldn't take anything unnecessary with her, anything that made her heavy. Some light, summer clothes, a couple of cardigans, two pairs of shoes and some toiletries. Soon enough she came across her passport and ID, she thought for a moment if she should take those things
with her…

She put the backpack under the bed again and went out of her room. She walked into the kitchen and found her mom there. Bella nodded simply and she gave her a "Hi" in a small voice. She was preparing dinner for them. Bella stood next to her and started chopping the vegetables. She'd sit with them at the table tonight, the last night in this house forever, she promised herself.

Meanwhile, about 1,449 miles away, a young, handsome man climbed out of a huge, comfy bed in an expensive hotel room. Next to him, a blonde beauty inhaled deeply. "So, do you have to go now," she asked in a disappointed manner.

"We both have to go, Tanya" he said coldly.

"What if we stayed here for another round?" she suggested menacingly. She crawled to the opposite side of the bed and tried to catch his arm. But he flinched and she scoffed. He wondered why she even bothered. She knew that once he said it was over there was no way back

"Leave first." He said simply and went into the shower.

It's been four years since Edward Cullen and Tanya Yorkie had forged this kind of relationship –if anyone could call it like that. Things were quite simple for Edward –he got to have sex with a gorgeous woman that would never ask him anything. She was already, supposedly, happily married to a business tycoon and had 9 -year -old child with him and there was no way to leave them. On the other hand, he hated both commitments and gossip, and so he decided for himself to screw someone that'd never ask for more and never tell. Things were going great in his isolated little world, where the only actual human contact he had were those hours with Tanya.

He had the reputation of the coldest person in Chicago. Every move, every thought was completely controlled. He'd never show any kind of emotion. Smile and laughter was out of question, as well as temper tantrums and anger. But, on the other hand, no one had anything bad to say about him. In fact almost no one knew him. All of the contacts he made were of professional nature. His employees were always enjoying good salaries and working conditions and the business deals he made were always honest. In return, he demanded almost no contact with them.

He stepped out of the shower and entered the room. Tanya must have already left. He quickly got dressed into his expensive suit that made him look more than a decade older. He got the room card from the wooden and marble boudoir and walked out.

He's been obsessed with secrecy the last few days and something inside him told that meeting Tanya in this place was a very bad idea. Now, from all the times, no one should even know about them. They'd be very careful, arrive separately and sneak into the room with no one seeing them. Then they'd follow the same routine while leaving. But he was not so sure that this would suffice these days.

Edward was on the verge of a very important agreement with one of Eric Yorkie's companies. Eric, of all the people, was Tanya's husband. Edward insisted that they didn't see each other until it was over. But after two weeks she started begging him to see each other once more until the negotiations were over. He grudgingly agreed, in order to avoid her numerous calls. And there he was, walking down the aisle of this insanely expensive hotel, worried that someone would spot him leaving the room.

He pulled out his cell phone and made a call "Sam," he asked in his flat voice "Yes, come pick me from where you left me". He never brought a car with him in those "meetings". He was driven by his personal driver a couple of blocks away from the hotel and then he walked his way until the place they'd meet. No one would know what he's up to.

The black limo was waiting in the corner. He hopped in and the engine started again. "To the company," he ordered. He found his little laptop, which was kept in a special case in the car, and connected to the Internet. He checked how the stock market performed for the day and called his personal assistant, "Jessica, Please call the CEOs in for a meeting tomorrow at eleven. Yes, from all the subsidiary companies, except Papertex. Arrange a special meeting with those people on Monday. Not before 9 am. I'll be there in fifteen minutes, so tell Samantha to have a coffee ready for me. Alright, bye".

After 13 minutes and 36 seconds precisely, Edward Cullen was walking into the main entrance of Masen Inc. As he was passing, people were getting nervous, looking around them and trying to avoid any eye contact with him. It was his thing. His presence was almost intimidating for everyone. He got into the lift and pressed the button to floor 51. He made a mental note to ask to change the
lifts' music, as it was too dull for his taste. As the lift arrived, he went straight to the floor's reception, where Ben handed him a yellow envelope. He continued to his office, sparing Jessica not a single look, Jessica who was desperately waiting for him, just to take a glimpse. She was so smitten with her cold–hearted boss and Edward knew it.

He sat in his office feeling impatient. He opened the envelope. Normally, this should be top–secret, handed directly to him, but he knew better. He shouldn't make a fuss over this, as people would understand what this yellow thing contained. He started reading: The final contracts of the deal with Eric Yorkie's company. He smiled at himself, all of those years he fucked this dude's wife, the same man who would give him one of the best deals in history –and make him even richer.

At 9 o'clock, he was able to return home. He found his car waiting in the main parking of the company. He didn't like being driven home –in fact, he didn't like people in his house. Even the cleaning and cooking services where annoying for him. He drove while listening to his favorite jazz singer, her sultry voice occupying every singe cell of his body, making him relax and forget the tragedy of his existence. He put the car, his favorite, yet simple Volvo, in the underground garage and went upstairs.

It was an old, Art Nuevo building, which was completely restored internally when he decided to settle permanently there, six years ago. It was his childhood house and thus he didn't want much to be the same as it was back then. He moved to the living room and sunk into the comfy, leather sofa. He was enjoying some moments of pure tranquility, thinking of nothing and no one, when his cell started ringing. He decided to ignore it anyway; it couldn't be from work, as no one contacted him at this number. After sometime, the phone stopped ringing and he got back to his previous state of peace, but not for long. After a moment or two, the ring tone was echoing again in the house. This time, he picked it. It could only be Tanya; he didn't have much of contact with any other people he knew.

He was right, it was her. "Hello," he said. From the other side, Tanya was sounding more anxious and frightened than ever –Was she crying?

"Get to the damn Twitter right now," she almost screamed.

"You know I don't use those idiotic, gossip sites," he stated

"Just shut up and go there. Search Lauren Mal." He opened his little laptop and searched the name to the site. Lauren Mal was Lauren Mallory, as Edward realized from the picture. Edward knew her since his school days. She was a Chicago socialite, who had a longtime crush on him, since Edward's school days, even though she was a bit older than him, but still, everyone around him was older. He clicked on the name and her page appeared. "Scroll down; you'll see what I mean." Around the middle of the page, something made Edward go blank

"What's that supposed to mean," he said to the phone, still maintaining his calculated voice. There was written: "Saw and Mrs. Yorkie at Plaza 2day. Same suite, I think". All of the above comments were from other people who apparently saw this hot gossip.

"Shit, I'll kill her, Edward. I swear, if this gets back to Eric, I don't know…" her voice hitched and she was about to break down.

"Shut the fuck up, Tanya. We'll figure something out and clean up the mess. Just be more serious. I truly hope you don't want another meeting these days, do you?" He still didn't seem to be any anxious or frustrated. He stayed all the same. "Just be the happy wife Eric knows. Don't show any sign of acknowledgment. He's such a moron, that perhaps he won't know any of this for days." That was right. Even though Yorkie was one of the best entrepreneurs in the country, he wasn't a very smart guy when it came to his personal life. He was this lucky geek, who knew nothing further than his numbers, who had the luck to get married to a downright gorgeous woman. "I don't know how the fuck she saw us there. Your idea was shit, and now we both have to face the music. Congratulations." He closed the phone, without goodbyes or other unnecessary things. He had to figure out how he could solve this problem. In two months' time, the final paperwork would be signed and the deal would be closed. Until then, he should find a way to cover this rising scandal for good.