Chapter One
Today was a horrible day. We talked about child molesters and incest within families in my psych class. It was so tough to sit there and have to write down all these notes and listen as my professor went through all the mental issues that the molesters and children had.
I kicked off my boots at the front door and shrugged my pea coat off. Edward, my fiancé, wasn't home yet. He got off later than I did.
I really needed to make dinner. I had laid out chicken, but I couldn't bring myself to go into the kitchen. Standing there, I finally decided what I needed to do to breathe easier again.
Usually, when I had horrible days like this, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I needed a release, and the only way I could get it was through pain.
I went into the downstairs bathroom and grabbed the hidden razor I kept taped under the sink. I didn't want Edward to find it. He'd freak and want to know why I kept one of his discarded blades around.
Once I retrieved that, I went to my reading chair; Edward's was on the other side of the end table. We spent most Sundays sitting here, him reading the newspaper and me, reading some mystery novel.
I rolled my skirt up; there were healed marks already there. I reopened them, hissing and smiling as the new cuts just released the horrible, pent up tension. I kept cutting, careful not to bleed on the chair; Edward bought them, he'd be mad.
I was so into the cutting that I didn't realize someone had walked into the room.
"Bella?" Edward said, his face filled with bewilderment.
My head jerked up, my eyes nearly popping out of my skull. Oh no. I had been so careful to hide my dysfunction for years, and now he's seen it. He's going to leave me. No, no, no, I can't lose him!
"Edward, i-it's not what it looks like!" I rolled my skirt down my leg quickly.
He rushed over to me, trying to move my skirt. I slapped his hands away.
"No! Stop! I'm fine! I'll go get dinner ready!" I said trying to stand.
"Stop Bella!" his voice was stern as he pushed me back down into the chair.
"Get off me!" I screamed, kicking him back.
He fell backwards onto his butt with an 'omph.' I gasped and sat down beside him.
"Oh no, I'm sorry, are you okay?" I asked, patting him gently.
"I'm fine, I want to see your thighs right now." He demanded, putting his hands back onto my skirt.
"Edward, stop. I am fine." I growled, slapping his hands away again.
"Bella! You're not fine! You're bleeding all over the carpet!" He snarled.
I looked down, there was blood on the white carpet, "Oh no, I'm so sorry! I'll clean this up right now." I said, standing abruptly.
Edward stood as well, "Bella, let me see your leg right now." He demanded.
"Edward, stop overreacting." I said, crossing my arms.
"Bella, are you serious?" He asked, his green gaze intense.
I rolled my eyes, "Edward, just stop okay? I am fine." I said, turning and walking quickly into the kitchen.
He followed me. I was suddenly lifted off of the floor and onto the counter. I was so shocked by the sudden movements that Edward was able to move my skirt up and get a clear view of my dysfunction.
I scratched at his hands, "Edward stop this right now!" I squealed.
He grabbed both of my wrists in his hands. His hands were huge and mine were tiny, it was so easy for him to overwhelm me.
I snapped my legs shut, "Stop Edward! Please stop!" I screamed.
His managed to move my legs apart, he placed his hips between my legs, which made it impossible to close them.
There were now tears in the corner of my eyes as he examined me. He was a doctor at a small practice, he knew what he was looking at.
"Bella, why did you do this? Why have you been hurting yourself?" He demanded.
"It was a one-time thing; it'll never happen again." I swore, but knew that I was lying myself.
"Bella, there are old scars, you've reopened several wounds! Why Bella?" He looked up at me, his big green eyes glazed over. I felt my chest tighten, a horrible feeling washing over me.
"I-I'm sorry." I blurted out.
He lifted me off of the counter, cradling me in his arms like a baby. He walked into the bathroom, I wondered what we were doing in here.
He set me on the counter beside the sink. He found our up-to-date first aid kit, and started digging through it. He found the band-aides and medical disinfectant.
"Keep your legs open." He said as he cleaned the cuts.
"Edward, this is really unnecessary. You're overreacting again." I said, he had a problem with overreacting.
"No I'm not Bella." He said in a low voice.
"You are. I am fine. It's just a little blood. I'm not going to die." I said with an eye roll.
He looked up, his face very serious, "Why did you do this Bella?" He demanded, his voice firm.
"Don't worry about it," I hissed, glaring at him.
"Do you do this a lot?" He asked, putting hands on either side of my thighs against the counter, trapping me in.
"No. Let me go fix dinner. Now." I said threateningly
"No Bella. You tell me why you did this and how many times you've done this." He said.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed in annoyance, "Edward, seriously, don't worry about it."
"Bella, I am going to worry about it! I come in to find my fiancé mutilating herself with a dirty razor! I want to know what the fuck is going on in your head that says that this isn't a big deal! It is!" He yelled loudly.
Against my will, my lower lip stuck out and tears starting to pour out of the corner of my eyes. I put my face in my hands and sobbed pitifully.
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