Okay, so I'm editing and rewriting this story since I didn't do a great job with details and writing the part that leads up to the climax. Let me know what you think!

Just to clear up any confusion before it starts, no one is a vampire, everyone is just a normal human. And also, none of them have any powers, like Edward can't read minds. Oh and I plan to make the other chapters longer, this is just an introduction to what's going on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

"No! Please!" I shouted at my angry boyfriend as he was about to bang me over the head with the first thing he could put his hands on, which just so happened to be a glass plate. I ducked as he swung at me but luckily didn't hit. Yet. How had I ever been so stupid as to be fooled by this guy? I mean, he was always so sweet to me when we first met, but now I knew the real James.

He had a temper issue, which I learned the hard way. Why did I even put up with him? Because I was afraid that if I didn't, he would treat me even worse. I could handle a few beatings every now and then, but I was almost positive he would literally torture me to death if I ever told anyone.

Why didn't Charlie do anything? Simple- he didn't know anything. Every time James got angry and hurt me, there was always some story behind it. Normally, he left after it happened to not arise suspicion. It was always "I fell down the stairs" or "I slipped on some ice and banged my head on the counter." Occasionally, Charlie would seem suspicious that something out of the ordinary was going on, but I always reassured him and James was never a suspect.

I ducked again as the plate came back around and he missed again, which didn't make him too happy. James grabbed my upper arm, digging his nails into my skin, and jerked me up. I yelped as he slammed the plate into my head and felt myself crumpling to the ground. Was I dead? I wish. If only the blow had knocked me unconscious as so many others had, just so I wouldn't feel the pain.

I felt James kicking into my side as he let out all of his frustration on me. I had a flashback of the first time we met two months ago...

It was Monday, the twenty second of January, I was sitting at the lunch table with all of my friends: Alice, Emmett, Jasper, and also Rosalie, though she didn't like me much. And last, but definitely not least, my best friend Edward. We'd know each other since we were seven; it's been ten years now.

Everyone was laughing at a joke Emmett had made when I noticed the new kid. He was sitting all by himself on the other side of the cafeteria. His shaggy blonde hair dangled in his blue eyes as he ate his hamburger. I felt a surge of sympathy for him; he looked like the quiet type who had a difficult time making friends.

"Hey," I said and everyone turned their attention to me. "I'm going to go talk to the new kid." I paused, waiting for someone else to offer to come with me, but no one did. We weren't exactly the most social group and usually stayed to ourselves, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to help someone out. Once I was certain that no one else would be coming with me, I stood and picked up my tray, heading for his table.

"Hi," I said and the guy looked up. "Mind if I sit here?" He shook his head and I sat down across from him.

"I'm Bella, by the way." I said extending my hand.

"James," he answered, shaking my hand eagerly. He seemed excited to have already made a friend on only his first day.

"I know being the new kid can be hard, so I can help you out, if you want. You know, show you where your classes are, maybe introduce you to some people." James's face lit up at that.

"I'd like that," he said.

So James started hanging out with us, well mostly me actually; the others seemed a bit reluctant to make friends with him. Especially Edward. A few days later, James had asked me out, and then we became a couple. Edward had never liked James and every once and a while, he'd say there was something wrong with him, that he seemed different somehow. That he was bad news. I'd always gotten offended by Edward's comments and eventually, once he realized I was going to stay with James, he just let me be.

If only I'd listened to Edward before it was too late. James grabbed my arm and jerked me up to my feet. I was covered in glass and some of it had cut my skin. I saw him look at his watch.

"Charlie will be home any minute now; get cleaning!" I grabbed a broom as James started up on his next story idea to explain the new gash I had on my forehead.

"So you were so caught up in your book that you tripped and your forehead was cut open by, um... No. You were outside, watering some plants, when some kid's boomerang comes and hits you in the forehead. Yeah! That'll work! Now, I've got to get out of here." He picked up his backpack and headed for the door.

"See you tomorrow, babe." He slammed the door on his way out and I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched him go. I swept up the glass as quickly as I could, then moved into the bathroom to examine my forehead. It wasn't too bad; I'd had worse. I picked up a clean wash rag and started cleaning the gash. Oh yeah, this was nothing compared to what he could have done.

My life had become a living hell. And, as far as I could tell, there was no way out.

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