Disclaimer: No I do not own these characters, though if I did that would be awesome, because, well we'll get to that laters.
Anyone but You
To trust some one, solely with your heart, is a dangerous thing. I learned that quickly. Edward and I had been married a year when he started staying out all night and not coming home till early afternoon. I would sit up at night wondering where he was, or where he might have been and of course it upset me. No where near as much, as the fact that I wasn't allowed to leave the house. I was occasionally allowed to see my friends from school, but only so they wouldn't worry and start speculating. Seeing Jake again wasn't even fathomable. Edward was so worried that I would leave him for Jake that any time I so much as mentioned his name I got locked in our bedroom. I started to think about what would have happened if I had picked Jake over Edward. I started writing it down in a notebook, all the ways things would have been different if I was with him and not Edward. And that's when things got way worse.
It was two days before our 2 year anniversary when he found my private notebook.
"Bella, what the hell is this?" He screamed, throwing it at me.
"That would be my private notebook, and why do you have it?" I questioned.
"It doesn't matter why I have it. I want to know why it's about that stupid mutt. And why you're fantasizing about being with him?" He was in my face now, not so much screaming as talking to me like I was 4.
"That is none of your business. And maybe if you were home more often I wouldn't be fantasizing about some other guy!" I screamed, trying to push him out of my way.
That was all it took though. Edward grabbed my wrist and proceeded to slap me so hard that I fell to the ground.
"No wife of mine, will ever, think, write, or talk about another man. Ever! Do you understand me?" He said, squeezing my jaw in his hand.
All I could do was nod. Luckily with that he was satisfied. I heard the door slam, and I knew it was safe for me to stand. I ran to the bathroom, I looked at my face in the mirror and could see distinct knuckle prints on my cheek. My jaw and wrist were already starting to bruise. I didn't have much time, I ran to our room and grabbed a bag and started shoving clothes inside. I grabbed my keys to the Vanquish and ran to the garage. Edward was far enough away now that he wouldn't hear me start the car. Plus I was going to my dad's house and he wouldn't dare cause a scene there.
Maybe, just maybe, a night without me would make him think about what he had just done. Deep down I knew it wouldn't, but hey I could only hope for the best.
Author's Note: Tell me what you think, should I continue or not? Because right now I'm leaning towards not. Next time I post it will be a lot longer I promise. Love you Guys. And go easy this is my first time posting one of my stories...nah! you can criticize all you want...I will survive, as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive... :-D