Broken

Chapter 1

EPOV

I'm lost… So very, very lost…

My wife died 6 months ago, from ovarian cancer, we found out to late, nothing could be done.

I'm finishing up my obligations here in California and then moving back to Forks to practice medicine with my dad.

I need my family and friends close. Real friends anyway. Everyone is so fake here.

My older brother Alistair, who's 2 years older than me lives there with his wife and their children.

Alistair is a lawyer and his wife Tanya is a nurse.

My best friend Emmett and his wife Rose lived there too, they have their own company – Swan Contracting. Emmett's a General Contractor and Rose is an interior designer, my mom and her have their own company and have found me a house and fixed it to my specifications. I was also happy because I'd be a few minutes from my parents and across the street from Emmett.

"You ready to come home bro!" Emmett laughed as I gave him my flight information.

"More than you know. I was lucky my house here in California sold right away, everything inside I donated, except for my clothes and personal effects, I shipped my things to my parents for my mom to put in my new house." I sighed.

"Alright, we'll be there to pick you up. See you on Friday." Emmett shouted and I laughed as I hung up, that man had no idea how to be quiet.

I had two days to relax before I left, I was all packed, so I sat in my hotel room, thinking about my future and if I'd find love or happiness again.

BPOV

"Emmett, you can't leave me here by myself. You know how nervous I get." I paced across the floor.

"I've got to go pick up Edward on Friday. I'm sorry." He sighed.

I continued to pace and nibble on my lip.

"Iz, I think you'll be fine. I've added top of the line security, I'll call one of the officers to keep watch on the house." Emmett pleaded.

"No Emmett, I can't! Have you not seen my face? My ribs are taped, my nose and arm are broken, my hair is all fucked up and not to mention the huge scars down my side and leg." I screamed.

"Hey! What's going on in here?" Rose asked.

"Emmett is leaving me alone on Friday to go pick up his BFF! Mr. I'm too good to rent a car!" I screamed.

"Bella, calm down sweetie, I'll just stay with you." Rose smiled and Emmett interrupted.

"No, remember? You're leaving for your trip on Friday, to Portland. You can't miss the buyers." Emmett sighed running his hands through his hair.

"Shit!" Rose shouted.

"What about Jasper and Alice?" Rose asked.

"No go. They're on vacation." Emmett shook his head.

"You know what, just go Emmett. I'll set the alarms and hide in my closet with a gun, maybe James will come back and just finish me off, then I wouldn't be a fucking burden to you anymore!" I screamed and ran upstairs to my room.

"Iz, don't fucking be like this!" Emmett yelled at my retreating figure.

"Em, leave her be." I heard Rose right before I slammed my door.

I sat down at my desk and let the tears fall.

I'd been married to James for 5 years. We met in college, fell in love, he was sweet and loving, my dad and brother never cared for him, but they were overprotective, so that didn't surprise me. James was following in his father's footsteps and is to be the next CEO of Hunter Electric. They were a powerful family and he moved me to Seattle, away from my family and friends and that's when he changed. I was expected to be the trophy wife, hold dinner parties, luncheons, all for the elite of Seattle. I was also expected to maintain a certain appearance at all times, hair, make-up, clothes, everything had to be perfect, always. I was also expected to maintain my weight at 95-100 (106-118 was the proper weight for my 5'1 frame), defiantly no more, but a little less never hurt and James prided himself in telling me that every day. He had me on a strict diet, the cook knew what I was and wasn't allowed to have and he had a personal trainer (female of course) come every day and work out with me for four hours straight, regardless if I wanted to or not.

If I 'disobeyed' him or back talked him, he'd hit me. Mostly where no one could tell and if it was too bad, he'd call the private doctor to fix me up.

I was allowed to talk to my family occasionally, and once a month or so they'd come and visit me, I couldn't go to Forks, because it wasn't a proper place for someone of my stature. When I did talk to my family, it was monitored.

Two weeks ago Rose paid me an unexpected visit. I made a quick phone call to James at work (which was a no-no), so I could spend time with Rose.

He agreed and said I'd pay later and we were to go with his driver. Rose gave the driver directions to the restaurant she wanted to visit and I KNEW I was supposed to only eat a small salad, but Rose told me I was skin and bones and that if I didn't eat, she'd tell my dad. I knew he'd come to see me and I didn't want James and my dad fighting it out, because it would happen.

After my day with Rose, James weighed me and I was at 105, he lost it and told me I was to never see any of them again and he was teaching me the lesson I should have been taught a long time ago. That's when he broke my nose and arm, broke a few ribs, smashed a whiskey sniffer and sliced my leg and side and then used it to butcher my hair. Not to mention all the punches he landed in my face, back, stomach, everywhere. He'd never done that before.

When he was done he left with his friends and went out to party. I managed to crawl to my purse and pulled out my phone.

Rose answered immediately and raced back to me. I was lucky that he was gone, I knew he'd be drunk when he came home, because he didn't bother to set the alarm and Rose could get in. She ran to my room, grabbed my important things and then carried me to her car and drove like a crazy person. I was in and out of consciousness and knew she was on the phone with someone, trying not to freak out.

When I awoke in a hospital and couldn't see out of my left eye or move my arm and started freaking out. Dr. Cullen walked in and told me to calm down, he wanted to go through everything with me and then he told me the worst news ever.

"Bella, you were 6 weeks pregnant, but the baby couldn't survive all the blows to your stomach…" he was explaining everything, but I cut him off.

"Thank you Dr. I'd like to be alone right now." I stated and asked my family to leave as well.

I remember crying for hours before I felt strong arms wrap around me and cry along with me, it was Rose.

"Bells, everything will work out. I know it doesn't seem like it now, but it will. I don't want this to sound cruel, but can you imagine having James' child? He'd have a power over you, and you'd NEVER be able to leave. And if he hits on you, eventually he'd have beat your child too. There will be someone else, someone who will treat you like the princess you are and worship you, in the right ways. And he'll help you heal too." Rose smiled sadly at me.

"Thanks Rose. I know, it's just a lot to process, especially with just the mental anguish I'm fighting. I don't know what's worse… The physical or emotional." I sighed.

"Bella, you're strong. You'll get through this." Rose smiled. "And you'll stay with us. Emmett has already had security out to add a new system and Alice is at the house now fixing up your room." She said.

"Alice? Really?" I groaned. I loved my cousin, but she was all girly, girl, my room would look like a tutu exploded, I'm sure.

"No, seriously. Emmett and I just repainted, it's a light comforting green and of course the hardwood floors and all the light oak furniture. She's just buying the little things, like bedding and stuff. She's been begging me since we redid the room. You'd think SHE was the one who was an interior designer." Rose laughed.

"Alice likes to make over ANYone or ANYthing…" I shook my head.

Rose had me laughing and talking when Emmett and my dad walked in, rushing over to crush me in hugs. Rose snapping at both of them for squeezing so tight.

"Iz, open up. Come on." Emmett sighed at the door.

"What?" I asked like a petulant child.

"Open up and let me talk to you." He banged his head on the door.

"Fine. It's not locked. Come in." I sighed.

"Look, why don't you ride with me tomorrow? It'll do you good to get out of the house. And we'll have some us time. We're just going to Port Angeles, so you don't have to worry about being in Seattle. Does that sound like a compromise?" he asked.

"OK. Fine. Will Rose be able to help me before she leaves?" I asked.

"Yes. She has a car coming for her later. And your hair isn't a wreck. It's just shorter." Emmett shrugged.

"UGH! I don't like it this short, but after James' impromptu hair cut I didn't really have a choice. I liked it better to my butt, not my shoulders." I pouted.

"I know. But the way Alice cut it, it looks really sophisticated." Emmett smiled.

"Yeah, Dad said the same thing. Do y'all share a brain?" I giggled.

I loved my brother, he almost always got me smiling, even when I feel like crying.

We went out to eat, since Emmett and I would be eating take out for a few days, since I couldn't cook right now and Emmett, for as much as he loved food, he couldn't cook. He could grill, but Rose prepared it before it made it that far.

We laughed and had a good time, Rose telling us that Esme wanted us over for dinner tomorrow night, knowing we would eat take out while Rose was gone.

"Bells, come on. Get Up!" Rose shouted.

"It's too damn early." I groaned.

"It's 8am Bells!" Rose laughed.

"Yeah too damn early!" I growled.

Rose whipped the covers off me and threatened to pour cold water over me if I didn't get up.

I got up and Rose helped me shower and dress and then spent extra time on my hair.

"Bells, you want some makeup?" she asked as she finished my hair.

"No, I'll be fine. Thanks. I'll just keep my glasses on." I shrugged.

"OK. Just want you to be comfortable." She smiled sadly.

"Rose, until all this is gone, I won't be happy. Actually, until James is put away, I won't be happy." I sighed.

"We're all hoping for that sweetie. But his dad has the police in his pocket in Seattle." Rose added.

"I know. It doesn't help my anxiety at all. I keep expecting to turn around and James will be there. I'm really scared Rose. He hasn't made any appearances since the phone call, that's not like James. He doesn't give up. I want to move on, but not until the divorce is final and with him not signing the papers… I'm afraid I'll be trapped forever." I cried.

"Hey, it's OK. We'll get this taken care of. One way or another. You just worry about healing and feeling better. The rest will come and you know Uncle Marcus won't take any of their shit, you know that." Rose tried to comfort me.

"Rose, I don't think he'll stop even with a divorce, that's the sad part." I wiped away a tear.

"C'mon, let's get you down to Emmett. He mentioned breakfast for you two." She smiled and walked with me downstairs.

"There's my two favorite girls!" Emmett smiled. "C'mon Iz, lets head out so we can grab some breakfast." Emmett kissed Rose goodbye and then we headed for Port Angeles.

AN:

I know, I know…

Another story…

But it just hit me when I sat down to write…

I can't promise all the chapters will be this long, but I'll try… ;0)

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