Wells guys, it looks like I'm back with something else for you all to enjoy.

As is the norm, no copywright infringement is intended, all characters still belong to SM.

I will warn you that there are some potentially upsetting scenes in respect of domestic abuse, among other things, so please be warned.

Enough is Enough

Chapter One

I sat on the floor of the living room staring at the photo album that held my wedding photos in and felt the familiar pang of bitter sweet pain stab through my heart. Tears threatened to spill over as I remembered what was supposed to have been the happiest day of my life. My parents had been dubious about marrying so young, for both of us, but I'd known then whom I wanted to spend my life with. I just wish I had listened to them. Gone was the kind-hearted, generous man I had married. In his place stood a cold-hearted evil bastard. Our day had been so special.

Edward had been the guy that everyone wanted, every girl would throw themselves at his feet. He would look at them as if they were nothing. Me? Yeah, I fancied him. There was no way I was going to start dropping at his feet, though. I had dignity and there was no way I would act like those children. Maybe that was why he played for me, because I wasn't like the others. Because I couldn't be swayed with a few simple words. It was rumoured that he treated women as play things. It didn't really surprise me. What did was the way he treated me, like I was the only girl he noticed. When it became public knowledge that we were dating, pretty much every girl in the school hated me. Except for my best friends—Jessica, Lauren and Angela. We four were inseparable, or so we were told.

When Edward had asked me to marry him the day we graduated, I was over the moon. I couldn't believe it! Everyone said that we're too young, but I never thought we were. The way we saw it was, we were happy together, so why shouldn't we make it permanent? I guess I never fully thought it through beforehand, because now, I was seriously regretting what I had agreed to that day. Love had left me blind to what was so clearly right in front of me. I had not once in most awful nightmares ever thought that things would turn out like this. I had never thought that Edward could be the monster that he is today.

Until yesterday, he wasn't that monster. People, especially my family, had said that Edward came across as the controlling and manipulating type. I didn't think so. There were just a lot of times when I would plan something and he would have planned something for us to do together. The thing that had never clicked before today was that his plans never were that, plans. They were made at the last second when he realised I would be out with friends. I hadn't seen Edward's pleas of getting me to quit my job at the hardware store as controlling. I'd thought he was being genuine when he said that he was concerned for me working there late and coming home in the dark. The number of times he had said he'd made plans for us to go to dinner, we'd turn up, and there would be no table booked. He'd get belligerent with the staff and say there was a screw up. I honestly believed it was just that. I couldn't see past the dazzle he had over me. I never looked past all the times that it happened and saw it something more than a coincidence. Surely there weren't that many restaurants in Seattle that could mess up that many times?

The other day, Angela and Jessica had come up with an awesome idea of throwing a five-year school reunion as opposed to a ten year one. A lot of us from school were still close, whereas after a few more years, more of us would drift off with families of our own and lose contact. This way, it would be just like prom all over again. In that thought alone we had a theme, wear your prom outfit, or something in the same colour if you didn't have it anymore. Not everyone kept their dresses and most of the lads had hired their suits. Angela, Lauren and Jessica were in charge of the decorations. I was in charge of getting invitations out to people, by letter, text and even Facebook. To be doubly sure that everyone got the invite, I had sent out a mass email to anyone in my address book from school. Almost everyone I contacted agreed to come. I wasn't best pleased about having to invite Mike Newton, but it wouldn't have been fair to leave him out. Just because he'd had some high school crush on me didn't mean that he did now. I mean, we were all adults, and most of us in serious relationships, mine being one of marriage!

It was the night of the party before long. I'd been getting ready in our bedroom when Edward had wandered in asking me why I was getting dressed up. I reminded him that it was the high school reunion and that he better get a wriggle on if we were going to set off in time. Instead of going to find his suit he just glared at me.

"We are not going to that party, Bella. It will just be full of drunken idiots trying to reminisce their days as teenagers, trying to get back their golden glory days," he'd glowered.

"Well, I've told everyone that we'd be there, so we can't back out now. We'd be the only ones not attending," I replied.

"Bella, I forbid you to go to that party, I don't want you with all those formless fools."

"Edward! How can you say that about Lauren and Jessica or even Angela? I'm going and that's final, so either get ready and come with me, or stay here and I'll see you when I get back," I scowled.

"Bella, if you go to that party, you'll be sorry," he hissed.

"You can threaten and cajole me all you like. I am going, that's the end of it."

With that said, I finished adding my earrings and went downstairs to wait for Angela, the designated driver tonight. She wasn't one much for drinking, so wasn't bothered about missing out. When she beeped to announce she'd arrived, Edward was nowwhere in sight, so I assumed he wasn't coming along.

"No Edward tonight?" queried Angela.

"Nope, he's decided that he is above everyone else, and doesn't want to come along. So I told him either to get ready and be downstairs when you arrived or not be, either way, I was still coming."

Angela said nothing, she wasn't the type to be judgemental or pry into it. If Edward and I were having real problems, she knew that I would go to her, but we weren't, it was just a stupid row over the party. He'd probably had a lot on at work and gotten home in that mood. My blissful ignorance carried on, leaving me oblivious to what was really happening.

The party had just begun by the time we got there, everyone was having a great time, we'd rounded up as many different types of drinks to make as possible; there was your classic Cosmopolitans, Margheritas, Mojitos, then someone had started experimenting with the various bottles of liqueurs we had and come up with all sorts, drinks that didn't even have names. We'd saved some money along the way, the decorations we had were from our prom night. Angela had arranged that and kept all the decor from it, which was extremely retro, everyone loved it. Lauren's parents had done the catering for us; they had their own company, so were more than happy to help out. Our bartenders were from the nightclub that Jessica's father bounced for; he'd pulled some strings for us and gotten a few of the lads rota'd to be at our party.

The only thing that was putting a downer on things was Mike. He'd gotten drunk pretty fast and was walking around the place shouting at the top of his lungs. Everywhere I went, he was sure to turn up a moment later. Before long, I was left alone with him.

"Why do you never acknowledge I'm here, Bella? Ever since you met that Cullen guy, you changed. You stopped liking me," he whined.

"No, Mike, I never liked you that way. I always thought of you as a friend, but you never knew when to leave things alone. You always had to take it one step further and try to force me to go out with you," I retorted.

"It wasn't like that, Bella, and you know it!"

" Yes, Mike, it was like that. You stole Angela's phone, text me as her to get me to meet for dinner, lonely guess what? I was met with you and not my friend. Imagine my surprise, and outrage, in thinking that she had helped trick me. I'd have carried on thinking that as well if not for the smug, self-satisfied smile you'd had on your face."

My peripheral vision saw something silvery walking over. I guessed Angela had seen how frustrated I was getting and was coming to my aid. Mike didn't see her and had started waving his arms about trying to get me to listen to him. He didn't see Angela with her glass in hand, as he knocked it clean out of her hand and into my head. The contents went all down my dress. I was lucky it was black. The look of horror on Mike and Angela's faces told me something wasn't right, something splashed onto my chest. Looking down, I saw it was blood. I touched where the glass had hit me above my right eye, my fingers came away tinged red. The glass must have split the skin when it smacked into me.

I heard Mike distantly trying to apologise. I shoved him to one side as I staggered to the exit. I needed to go home and get fixed up. A hand grasped my elbow as I was steered toward a car. I turned to see a blurry Angela smiling softly at me. I tried to smile back, but a wave of dizziness washed over me. I'd forgotten that she was my designated driver for the night, as we cruised through the night back to my house. A wave of dread spread through my body the closer we got. I was suddenly terrified of Edward's reaction. His words from before I had left came back to haunt me. Had he already thought something like this might happen, or did his words have a more sinister meaning?