Don't worry. I will edit every chapter. This story will make sense, I promise. This is just the first draft. There will be mistakes, but please give this story a chance. I might surprise you. Cheers. Warning: Strong language. Drama. Abuse. I do not own Twilight, nor the characters from it.

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"If you obey all the rules you miss all the fun." - Katharine Hepburn

He's hardy, sarcastic and cautious. Edward Cullen grew up in a high class family in a large community. Alongside a friend he had to survive in a corrupt world, but with his persistance and eagerness, he managed to overpower anybody who's a hindrance and face all obstacles. By the time he is 24, everyone fears him. Let's see what happens next in Forks, Washington, when a shy teenage girl moves in with her grandma. She doesn't remember the quiet bad boy, but he surely remembers her, and suddenly Isabella Swan finds herself struggling with loss and secret passions for a man she despises.

Forks, Washington

15 years ago

Edward

I heard him coming up the stairs. It was nearly midnight, and I held back m anger; I didn't like the fact that he knew exactly what would happen. I was supposed to love him; Carlisle Cullen, my father. Carlisle did this every night. Coming home late, shacking with fury.

He knew his own strength and the power he had over his family. Like the day before when his wife, Esme, hadn't cleaned the dishes quick enough like he told her to. She got a beating. Today Carlisle was coming to punish me again. I knew that. I had stayed out too late. I had been meeting the new neighbors and father didn't like that. I heard the door open and Carlisle stepped inside with a huge smirk on his face. He was shaking his head at me and gave me a disappointing look before he stormed out of the room. This was new. Normally, he would beat me and then leave. This was different, and it scared me. What would father do this time? I got up from the bed to follow him when I heard his screaming voice echoching through the living room.

"Carlisle!" Mom was yelling. She could tell just from his expression that he was drunk. I boy shook my head. I had noticed it before, but normally Carlisle wasn't that drunk. I knew what a drunk person looked like, I saw it almost every night. Mom and I had talked about alcohol and I had listened very, very carefully.

"Why are you home so late?" Mom asked as father shut the door with a bang.

"None of your business, Esme!" He screeched as he trudged towards her. He had the angriest expression on his face as she cowered away from him.

"Now, can you please calm down. I'm sorry I yelled at you." She pleaded quietly, and I could see she was truly sorry as she looked so scared. Carlisle's hand shot out, and he slapped her across the face, causing her to stumble backwards from the impact.

"Don't apologize!" He grabbed a handful of her blond hair only to hit her head against the wall. She fell immediately to the floor. His wife cried out, but father didn't really seem to care about it. He kicked her ribs three more times before collapsing on the floor next to her.

After witnessing this, I ran away from my parents, not looking back. I locked the door behind me. I was so shocked about the scene that I couldn't even bring myself to think about anything else. I told myself I would be more than just a scared Little boy. That someday, I would do the right thing. With this thought, I collapsed on my bed and prayed that my mother would be okay.