This is the first story I have ever written so don't judge me too harshly.
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PROLOGUE

His clawing felt like razors and the only thing I could feel were his hot hands on me. All over me. Everywhere. It seemed like the more I struggled, the rougher he

became. He was simply too strong. There was no escape.

"Please, don't…" I sobbed.

"Damn. You're always like this, Bella. Never any fun. Just shut up and relax," he spat back and ripped the rubber band out of my hair, yanking a few strands

along with it.

My cry of pain was muffled by his hand.

Restraining was pointless; fighting back was pointless. Because it was too late.

Pain exploded throughout my body, the worst I had ever felt in my life, and I couldn't breathe. I was suffocating.

All of a sudden, there was no air, no sound, no feeling and everything went black.

I woke up screaming.
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June 7th 2012

My leg bounced restlessly as I waited. I knew I had nothing to worry about. I had set everything up on the phone, I already drove here, I had to follow through with this now. I had to.

I checked my phone. 7:28. Two minutes. My eyes flickered to the same closed door for the hundredth time.

Nerves. Maybe I shouldn't be here…

No. You need this.

Two weeks ago I never would've guessed I'd find myself sitting in a shrink's waiting room, flipping through a magazine, counting the seconds until I meet

the person who'd have full access to my mind. I never thought I'd need professional help. I never thought I'd let it get to this point. I just never could've

imagined a reason why I would. But that was before-

"Isabella?" a velvet-like voice called out, effectively causing me to jump in shock. I hadn't even heard the door open.

I turned around and faced the greenest pair of eyes in the world. And the person they were attached to was even more impressive.

Hot. Damn.

"Sex on legs" didn't even begin to describe this guy. Was he a model? I felt my self-esteem crumble. I suddenly felt very small.

He was dressed in khakis and a button down shirt, with the first 2 buttons undone, actually, accenting his subtle muscular built quite nicely. He was tall,

but not too tall. The kind of tall you dream of standing on your tippy-toes to kiss. He was slim, but not skinny. He had that effortless, casually formal feel.

The torture continued with a perfectly smooth face, soft pink lips, a perfectly straight nose, and oh, the hair. His bronze, beautifully wild sex hair practically

begged to have hands run through it. And then there were the stunning eyes I had seen before… the ones framed with thick eyelashes. The deep

emerald green ones specked with hazel in the center… The ones that seemed to see right through you, into your core… the…the ones that were staring

right at me.

Had I not moved since he spoke? Crap! I scrambled up awkwardly and took a step towards him.

What did he even say? Oh yes, my name! The way it had rolled off his tongue…

Focus Bella. Right. Sorry.

His eyes swept over me swiftly, and I automatically blushed, silently thanking the gods I looked presentable.

"Um... just Bella," I corrected quietly. He was even more intimidating close up.

I caught a gleam in his eye that disappeared before I could even process it. What?

"Bella it is," he replied smoothly. He held out his hand and- Oh God that is the most gorgeous smile I have ever seen in my life.It was a little crooked on

one side, making him look like a playful teenage boy. A one-sided smile. Adorable. My breath caught as I shook his hand gently. Even his hands were

perfect.

These kinds of people just didn't exist in real life. Yet here he was, carefully studying me with those intense green eyes…

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Bella. I'm Edward Cullen. I'll be your psychologist," he said, still smiling crookedly.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Cullen," I said quietly.

You could hear the smile in his voice. "Please, call me Edward." He nodded to the door behind him. "We'll be in that room right there, so whenever you're

ready, if you'll just follow me…" he trailed off as he opened the door and I got my first view at it.

It was pretty basic. Small, no windows. It had two comfortable-looking loveseats that faced each other, in the center, and against the back wall was a

huge shelf with about forty closed drawers. Huh.

I silently followed him inside and he shut the door behind me. I gulped audibly.

The entire time, his observative eyes never left me. Seeming to sense my discomfort, he smirked faintly and gestured to the loveseats.

"Take a seat wherever you'd like, Bella," the gleam in his eyes was back, "and we'll get started."
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