Beautiful Pain: A Twilight Fanfiction
..:Chapter One:..
Sitting on my couch in the living room, bored as my life can be. With my homework finished I was going to go to bed before the phone loudly rang, scaring me out of my wits. I walked towards the phone and picked it up.
When Edward called me that one late night it brought me back to what my mind was deeply pondering. His words seemed gentle but a little unkind. Scary. He said to me, "I'd like to talk to you about something, would you meet me in the lot of the school?" I hesitated but agreed, "Sure," "Okay, great." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Right, now?" I questioned. "Yeah. I mean, if that's okay with you?" I didn't mind so I said, "Sure." I hung up. I grabbed a jacket and my car keys and left.
My red Chevy was rundown and old so the ride was loud and uncomfortable. Riding to the school, I thought about Edward and how much I believed I loved him. His muscular features, His wonderful eyes, His hair…Oh, how I longed to run my fingers through his hair.
The night was dark and cold and a little foggy, too. I pulled up in the back lot to the school, and fear crept up on me. As I walked out of the car and headed for the lot, I noticed a few cars in the distance. A breeze came and I shivered.
Silence was everywhere, except for the rustling leaves on the ground and trees. I finally see him. He had a navy jacket on and a pair of light denim jeans. He was silent, but then muttered some words to himself. I couldn't understand it.
He talked to me saying things like, "So how's the beginning of the year so far?" and "Have you met any friends?" While talking to me I didn't notice he was walking towards me. Before I knew it he was behind me. He entwined his long, pale fingers through my brown hair, tossed my head aside, and whispered the words, "You're So Beautiful." into my ear.
My heart melted with excruciating lust from in my mind. Then I felt the warmth of his tongue in my ear, then down my neck. I could feel the anxiety in his movements.
He scared me when he turned around and looked at me with eyes so sinister I shuddered. He still had beautiful eyes. He ran his fingers down my face as I struggled slightly. He muttered a few words I couldn't understand and he looked down but quickly back up again.
After awhile I struggled with all my strength, though I knew it would never work because he was so muscular and my heart said, 'Stay with him'.
If I struggled he pulled my hair. Hard. I kicked when he removed my pants and underwear with his unique strength but he happened to be so strong he didn't notice.
My heart didn't resist when I felt him inside me, (actually, I craved for more) though I kept my struggle to make sure it didn't look like I was faking it.
The only reason I was resisting was because I liked his type of love, the pain, he caused me. I didn't want him to stop so, I thought, the more I resist the more he would hurt me.
He yanked my hair, removing some, as well as going deeper into me with long, graceful thrusts.
For about ten minutes this went on. Until, at last, he pulled me up, by my hair, and smacked me square in the face. A bruise. For absolutely no reason, but it felt good.
He said quietly "I will see you tomorrow at school, don't you think of not coming or I'll come and get you. Or if you tell your father anything, I'll make sure he doesn't believe you. The last thing he did that night was take my wrists and kissed me deeply and forcefully. His smell was so good I almost forgot to resist. He ran off and I stood there a few moments and then started slowly walking back to my car.
I was terrified to go back to school tomorrow what would happen if I told Charlie. I don't even think I would have the guts to do it anyway. So driving home I tried to relax. I tried to think about something besides him but it was difficult. Eventually I thought about nothing but the road.
I walked inside without Charlie noticing a thing and headed to my room and went to bed with a complete confused mind. Awaiting the dread of tomorrow.