WARNING: This story will contain underage drinking, mentions of sex, abuse, and strong language. Most of this will not show up until many chapters in, but you have been warned. This will not be a light story; it will be extremely dark. I will post warnings at the beginnings of the chapters that will have possible trigger content, but this is my overall disclaimer.
Twilight does not belong to me. If it did, Bella would definitely not have ended up with Edward.
The thought never occurred to me that I would be that girl.
The girl that keeps secrets from her parents, the girl who sneaks around, the girl who constantly has to lie, the girl who smokes and drinks and gives up her virginity because her boyfriend practically forces her to.
The girl who had the perfect life and let it all go to hell.
Hell. That sums up my life right about now- and for the past six months. Months ago I was a completely different girl. A good girl. No one would ever think that I'd be who I am now. They don't even realize what's different. They see that I've changed, become more introverted, but that's it. They can't see the cause.
I wish someone would.
I want out. I want to get away from everything that's led me to where I am now. I never wanted this. I never asked for this. He made me this.
This, this perfect little girlfriend who does as she's told, who pleases any wish, obeys any command. He controls my life in every way. His sister dresses me in the clothes he thinks appropriate- all long sleeves, of course. We have to hide the evidence that he's not as prefect as everyone believes.
Oh no. He's far from it. He's an abusive bastard who gets his kicks from controlling me, beating me, making me submit to him in every way, and I can't take it anymore!
You'd never believe how he used to treat me.
I used to be his princess.
Until I got pregnant.
That's when things changed.