okay so I know it's been forever since yall have heard anything from me and for that I'm so so sorry! I promised not only yall but myself that I wouldn't be one of those authors who just abandons her stories so that won't happen, but my dad has my computer with the stuff that has those stories written on it so I won't be able to finish them until I get that back which will hopefully be soon! lol For right now I have decided to start another story to keep yall busy until I get the other ones out and since both of my other stories have similar themes so will this one. It's one of my favorite kinds so whenever I get inspiration I run with it lol. ENJOY!

Chapter 1

It was a humid, muggy day in Campbellsville, Kentucky according to the weather forecast. The exact kind of day that I absolutely hated and one of the reasons why I had run so far in the first place. Now I'm sitting in the airport waiting to board the plane and regretting telling my father I would come back. Honestly though, I had been running for far too long. It was definitely time for a change of scenery and I had been putting this off for as long as I could.

Really it was my old friend Alice that finalized my decision to come back. My brother Emmett told me she was engaged and I wanted to see for myself. In high school Alice was what my grandmother would call a harlot. She jumped from one guy to another, but not for the reasons everyone thought. You see, Alice always had it in her head that there was a prince charming for everyone and why should she waste time with someone she knew she wasn't destined to be with? So once she would realize her guy of the week wasn't "the one" then she would go from him to the next willing participant in her own little dating game.

Now I love this girl, but she is a huge dreamer. Long ago I found that dreaming can only get you so far before you realize that's just what it is and will always be, a dream. I know for a fact there is no prince charming out there for me. Once upon a time, i may have given into Alice and started to hope, but then reality slapped me in the face and I stopped hoping and just decided to settle. Now, after settling, I find myself in JFK airport, a 25 year old divorced woman, no home, no job, and barely anything in my possession. He had burned all of my belongings besides a few clothes and keepsakes I was able to save.

Who is this "HE" I speak of? Well his name is Mike Newton and he owns a gigantic chain of Newton Outfitter stores. It's a family business his great grandfather started out from nothing and made into the great empire that it is today. If only Mike had some of the integrity and work ethic his great grandfather had. I met Mike when I started a job at one of the main chains as manager. I know i seemed naive and new to the working scene as I was only nineteen, but I had some experience with this store seeing as I worked at one in high school and he decided to hire me on the spot. Now at first I thought, 'hey this is going to be a piece of cake!' That was until Mike decided to make passes towards me. I had read the company guidelines very carefully and on every page there was something about a no fraternization policy. I had brought this up to him many times and his answer would always be the same, "I own the store, what do I care about the guidelines?" Well I thought about that and at first he seemed genuine and caring. I was obviously broken and thought he could see it, so after a few months of dating he asked me to marry him of course I said yes. I knew I was settling but at least he was successful, good looking, and kind. Or so I thought.

Well I had always wanted an intimate wedding with my father, brother, and of course the Cullens, who were practically family to me. I thought he would at least allow me to invite my father, but he told me family doesn't matter. All it does is complicate things and we don't need anyone there to validate our relationship, so we eloped and got married in Vegas. That should have been a red flag, but I brushed it aside forgetting. After we got married is when he started to show his true colors. He would drink excessively and had a nasty coccaine habit he couldn't seem to break. He loved to go out and party and sometimes he would bring home random women with him and make me sleep in the guest room. After a while I had moved all of my things there and all the women he brought home probably thought I was a sister. He never wore his wedding ring and he liked to wow women with his money.

One day I decided I wasn't going to take it anymore and decided to confront him. That was the first time he had hit me. After that everything hit rock bottom fast. Every time I would start to pack he would come in and threaten me saying I was a married, plain woman and who was I to think I could find better than him. In my eyes he was a pampered sheltered wuss, but he knew exactly what to say to make me second guess leaving him. He was a master manipulator and would do whatever it took to make sure he had an acceptable woman to hang off of his arm for the public eye.

After that we rarely talked, unless he decided he wanted to knock me around and then use me for his carnal pleasure. Those nights were the worst and the lowest points in my life. Then one night it all became too much. He had brought his friends home and as I walked by the room he called me in. There him and his friends James and Tyler decided they were going to have a little "fun" with me. They didn't sexually abuse me, but they beat me mercilously until I couldn't walk. They took a break to drink some more in the kitchen and that is when I took my chance. I called the cops and within ten minutes they were outside and arresting Mike and his friends. They were all trust fund babies, so they paid their ways out, but I had gotten what I needed and had a restraining order against all of them and was divorcing Mike. Since he had the brilliant idea to go to Vegas, he neglected to get a prenup and the one good thing about him is the two million in my bank account from the divorce.

That is how I find myself in my current situation. I feel like I need an escape, from the busy, bustling world I craved to the quiet tranquile one I ran from. It's sad, but it's the only place I know I can be alone and that by itself is amazing. I think I will buy a house down there, maybe on my father's land he has a couple for his old ranch hands, but I know for a fact that one is empty, Charlie told me himself. Alice doesn't know I'm coming of course and I'm hoping to surprise her. I am absolutely never telling her about the marriage I know she will kill me because she wasn't invited. Hmmm I wonder how Edw-

"Final boarding call for flight 405 to lexington airport!" the bored flight attendants voice comes over the intercom and I rush to get to the gate. That thought will just have to wait. Campbellsville here I come!

AUTHORS NOTE!

So what did you think of the beginning of my story? I know it's kind of slow but it should pick up soon. Don't worry about that! Also I don't know alot about Campbellsville, but I have an aunt that lives there and I know how remote where she lives is so that's why I decided to use this town. lol just leave me a review and tell me what you think good or bad! :) the next chapter should be up in a few days