Summary: Bella Swan has a dark and troubled past. When she returns to Forks, she meets Edward Cullen. Will love ensue, or will her past get in the way?
SM OWNS TWILIGHT
Prologue
His hot breath fanned my face, and the faint smell of the liquor on his breath overwhelmed my senses. I tried to back away, it was a feeble attempt at escaping the inescapable.
"Hello darling," he cooed. A single tear ran down my cheek, as he roughly ran his hands down my torso. I bit back a sob as his hands slid lower, and lower slowly making their way down to my center. With the tips of his fingers, he lightly traced circles on the inside of my thighs. He dragged me over to the bed, as I struggled against his grip. I tried begging him to stop, but I couldn't find my voice.
"You are a dirty whore, aren't you baby?" he whispered in my ear "and you're getting fat, look at all this meat on your body." Roughly, he pinched the fat on my hips digging his nails into my skin. I whimpered from the pain. "You're a fat whore," he whispered in a sickly sweet voice. I writhed in pain as he harshly entered my body, shoving his member into me. I laid back on the bed, motionless and tried not to think of what was happening to me. I just want it all to stop. I thought desperately.
I screamed out as the pain radiated through my body, which only motivated him to move faster within me. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks, I prayed that he would be finished soon. After what felt like a million years, he finally pulled out and emptied his load on my stomach. "Goodnight dear," he whispered kissing me softly on the lips. I looked away, sobbing quietly into my pillow as he pulled on his pants, and left the room.
Slowly, I waddled into the bathroom. I grimaced when I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying, I looked away as a broken sob escaped my lips. Disgusted with myself, I tightly clenched my fist. I swung at the mirror, putting all the energy I could muster up behind my fist. The mirror shattered into a million pieces, the shards met the linoleum floor with a loud clank. I leaned back up against the wall, as I thought of a way to make it all stop.
My knuckles were split open, and covered in blood but I couldn't bring myself to care. Slowly, I picked up one of the glass shards. Could I really be like her? I thought to myself. As I gazed at the broken fragment, the answer became very clear.
Yes. Yes I could.
Holding the shard tightly in my hand, I slashed at my wrist. I felt a strange burning sensation as the glass sliced my skin, I winced as pain radiated from the wound. For a few moments all I could think about was the aching of the cuts on my arm, I focused all my attention on the pain. I slashed at my arm again, blood gushed from the wound. So this is why she did it. I smiled wickedly, as I ran my fingers over the blood.