Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight; everything belongs to the fabulous Stephanie Meyer! I just like to play around with the characters.
Warning: There will be some references to domestic violence, and bad language throughout this fic. If you or someone you know is going through DV please check out this website http: / www. thehotline. org / (remove the spaces) or type in National Domestic Violence Hotline.
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Chapter 1:
BPOV:
I always thought my life would be perfect... I'd finish school, get a decent job and get married to the man of my dreams. Things have not gone the way I expected, yeah sure I had a good job and I married my childhood sweetheart but things change... sometimes for the better or in my case for the worst.
"Mike, please don't do this... you're drunk baby, just let me go and I'll come back in the morning when your sober" I plead to my once loving husband to escape another beating.
"You're a fucking whore" he screams in my face and backs me up against the wall.
I know it's just the alcohol talking... he loves me and doesn't mean what he says. We have been married for seven years but been together for ten. I realised at fifteen when Mike moved to my little town of Forks that I loved him and I wanted to spend my life with him. We were inseparable and loved just being in each other presence even if no words were being spoken just knowing he was there and he was mine made me happy.
Things started change about three years ago, Mike's drinking got progressively worse and he would shout abuse at me when he was drunk but that's as far as it would go. I remember we went out to a few bars one night about eighteen months ago with some friends of ours and I was at the bar. A guy started chatting with me, there was nothing in it but Mike came up with his own conclusion and before I knew it Mike attacked this poor guy at the bar and beat him bad. The bouncers had us both kicked out, so we took a cab home and that's when it happened.
As soon as we got in our apartment the shouting started, I wasn't shocked or surprised at this as it happens every day almost. He was being so cruel and hurtful; I started to get angry and I don't think it helped that I was half cut either. I called him a bastard and punched him square in the mouth and cut his lip. Feeling pretty proud of myself I turned around and headed for my bedroom but I didn't get very far. I felt myself being tugged backwards... he had me by the hair dragging me into the living room. I was kicking and screaming for him to let go but he wouldn't. Once in the room he threw me to the ground and started to kick my sides, there was nothing I could do so I just curled up into the foetal position and waited for him to stop that was the first time he did anything like that.
The next day I could hardly move, I needed to see a doctor or something but Mike wouldn't allow it. He said he was sorry and that he would never do it again so I forgave him, believing that it wouldn't happen again... how wrong was I?
"I'm not a whore Mike... I never go..." is all I get out before I feel his large fist connect with my face knocking me to the floor.
I've learnt from past experience to cover my face and head with my arms... which is exactly what I'm doing. Mike is shouting all kinds of shit to me but I can't make out the words... I feel blow after blow. When he finally has enough, I hear him leave and the door bangs shut behind him.
I try to stand but the pain is just too much... so I crawl to the door, reach up and lock the dead bolts. I notice blood on my bare arm and start to panic... I scramble my way to the bathroom and manage to pull myself upright holding the side of the tub.
I swill my face with cold water and after about two minutes I dare to look in the mirror. My nose is all bloody and I am starting to get bruising around both of my eye sockets... I look a fucking mess.
"Fucking great" I say to myself and punch the mirror... which does me no favours as it shatters and cuts my knuckles.
I really want to break down and cry but I swore to myself last week when this happened that I will never shed another tear over that bastard. This is the first time he's ever hit me in the face... it's always been in places where I could hide it away. I have no idea how I was to explain this anyone.
I kinda stagger into the bedroom, find a duffle bag and start to pack my shit up... I don't know much at this moment it time, but one thing's for certain I'm leaving him. There's only so much Bella Newton... no Swan can take and well... I've had enough.
I take my time driving over to my dad's I've to figure out how to approach the situation, he knows nothing about the beatings plus he's the police chief and he carries a gun. The last thing I need is for dad to go on a killing rampage and end up on the other side of the bars.
As I pull up my dad's cruiser is out front so I park my run down Chevy behind it. I open the door and shuffle out of my seat... my body feels shot. My dad must have heard my rusty piece of junk pull in because he is on the porch when I finally get my ass out the truck.
"Bells how are you kiddo..." he stops mid sentence as I limp my way towards him, he must have seen my face.
He runs down the steps and comes so he is in front of me; he takes my face in his hands and moves my head from side to side inspecting it.
"I'll kill him Bella... where is he..." I cut him off.
"Dad let's just go inside and I'll tell you everything" He nods, hooks my arm around his neck and aids me into the house.
My dad helps me to one of the chairs around the kitchen table and he takes a seat opposite. I give him a small smile but he knew it was not genuine.
"How'd you know Mike did this? It could have been anyone Dad" I ask pushing a few loose strands of hair behind my ear.
"Because Bella... you don't go out anymore, you have cut ties with all your friends... hell I only see you on special occasions. I knew something was going on and I knew Mike was a waste of space the first day I met him"
"Ok dad... I don't need the "I told you so" speech." I hang my head.
"How long has this been going on?" He asks taking my hand in his.
"On and off for about eighteen months" I admit.
"Eighteen months... I'll fucking have him... putting his filthy paws on my precious girl" He lifts my chin up with his finger so I was looking at him "Bella listen to me... you hold your head high, you hear me? You are a beautiful, special, caring woman who deserves so much more than that scum... you are worth more" I can see his eyes are glazing over.
"I know dad... I have left him; I'm not going back ever... can I stay here till I get myself together?" I start to sob.
My dad stands up, walks around the table, crouches down beside me and then wraps his arms around my trembling form and holds me as I cry for what seems like hours. I feel the safest I've ever felt in my life nuzzled into my dad's side.
I finally calm down some so I go for a shower. The hot water cascading down my naked, bruised body feels amazing and it relaxes me. The more I relax the more my brain starts to work overtime thinking about what the hell I was doing with that man.
I had a good job as an accountant for Mike's financing... till he run the place into the ground, we had a nice three bedroom semi on the outskirts of Port Angeles, we had friends and nice cars and it seemed like one day I woke up and we had nothing. That man took everything away from me and don't just mean the material things... but he took my pride, dignity and self respect.
My dad is right I'm worth more than to be stuck with that jackass and have no life... I'm twenty five for God's sake and my life will begin here. No more battered housewife... I feel like the weight has been lifted from my shoulders and I can finally breathe... finally start to experience real life instead of being stuck in a rut.
When I finish showering; I throw on some sweats and a t-shirt, scrape my long chestnut coloured hair into a pony tail and make my way downstairs. Dad was sitting in front of the flat screen with a beer watching a game. I take a seat on the sofa and we make small talk, order pizza and just chill... even though we don't do anything I'm enjoying myself. After about an hour I take myself to bed it's been a long day and I fall asleep straight away.
I'm rudely awakened by the sun as it beams in through the curtains... sun in Forks in the middle of March... I must have been dreaming but to make sure I pull myself out of the bed where I've had the most amazing night's sleep I've had in years to look out of the window. My eyes are not deceiving me it is in fact sunny... I smile knowing that this is going to be the start of my new life and was convinced that the sun is only shining for me.
Dad's cruiser was gone so I decide there is no time like the present to call someone I've not spoken too in months. I need coffee first so I make my way down to kitchen slowly... I'm still in pain but it's bearable. I notice a note on the table; I fill the kettle up and set it going then sit down, pick the note up it reads...
Bells,
I've been called to work early; I'll be back around 6pm
If you need anything you call me. I have left you your key on the hook
With the keys to your truck in case you want to go out
DAD.
I chuckle... somethings never change. I pour some coffee in to a mug, grab my purse and make myself comfortable on the sofa. I pull my cell out and scroll through the phone numbers till I find the one I was looking for and hit the call button... it rang four times then...
"Bella?" the voice on the other end asks
.
"Yeah it's me Rose" I bite my lip nervously, not knowing what to expect next.
"Finally got time for your friends now" she says.
"Rose... look I know how you must feel but I have been dealing with some stuff..." I trail off.
"Stuff meaning... Newton? You've hardly spoke to me or Emmett since that night you got kicked out of that bar... well when douche got kicked out but you followed him like a good little wifey" she almost shouts down the phone. I start to cry... this is not the way I want this conversation to go.
"I-I'm sorry Rose... I've left him... I'm at my dad's" I say between sobs.
"What? Why? Bella are you ok?" her voice is now full of concern.
I take in a shaky breath "He's been beating me up for month's Rose, I tried to call you but he would hide my phone and he would never let me out of the house... that's why I could only send you those few texts and emails" I rush out.
"He did what? That motherfucker beat on you"
"Which motherfucker beat on who?" I hear Emmett boom in the background.
"Mike Newton has been beating Bella that's why she has not been in contact with us... anyway keep your fucking nose out of my conversation" she shouts back to him "I'm sorry about him Bella you know how he gets"
"Its fine Rose honestly... well I just wanted to let you know what was going on and my reasons for the lack of friendship on my part"
"It's ok Bella I'm coming over to Charlie's now... we need girl time. I'll bring tequila and chocolate... ohh and movies Ok?"
"Rose it has just gone noon and you want to drink tequila?"
"Bella just trust me ok I'll be half an hour, see you soon" and she ends the call.
I giggle to myself because Rose will use any excuse to drink and veg out in front of the T.V. I was just glad she wasn't too hard on me I mean Rosalie Hale can be a bitch. We met at college about six years ago I wouldn't say she was my best friend because I've never had a best friend she was a close friend and I think she still is or else she wouldn't be coming around here right?
She and Emmett have been together since they were like five or some shit they are just perfect for each other. They own a car garage business together not far from the diner and to look at Rose... she looks like a model that should be displayed across the front page of Vogue not getting dirty and greasy changing oil filters and tyres.
I take my face powder out of my purse and my little compact mirror and start to dab some on the bruising around my eyes but it's no use. Just as I was throwing that shit back in my purse I hear a knock on the door. I open it without a second thought thinking it's Rose but it became quite clear it wasn't her when I feel a hand grip me around my throat.
Mike pushes me back in the house away from the door and kicks it closed behind him. I'm gasping for air.
"You fucking skank... you think you can just up and leave me whenever you god damn feel like it... well I don't think so missy." He says as he launches me across the hall into the kitchen.
"I'll leave you whenever I fucking like... you don't own me" I say clutching onto my side.
"You're my fucking wife of course I own you... now go and get your shit... your coming home with me" he yells.
"NO!" I scream at him.
I feel my body hit the floor... I'm dazed... I feel something on me and I struggle to get it off.
"Motherfucker... get your fat ass of her now" I hear a woman shout... and then the weight is gone.
I open my eyes slowly and see Rose punch the shit of Mike... her blonde locks fly in every direction. She's gets him by the scruff of the neck and quite literally throws him out of the front door shouting profanities at him. I stand up as she slams the door and rubs her hands together.
"Wow... Rose that was quite something" I say as she walks over to me.
"Nothing that fucker didn't deserve... are you ok?" she asks while checking me over. Apparently I'm fine just shaken up.
I sit at the table as Rose starts to fix us some tequila's and I tell her everything that's happened since the night we were all at the bar. She was listening to me most of the time... but gets in some smart ass comments about Mike every now and again. Once the tequila was ready she grabs her little bag of goodies and we go through to the living room and she puts on "Water for Elephants" and assures me that a dose of Robert Pattinson will make me feel better. I don't disagree I mean that man is the epitome of sex, so we drool over him while drinking our tequila and eating our weight in chocolate and goodies.
When dad gets back at around six fifteen, me and Rose are pretty much wasted and giggling like school girls. Rose tells me that she and Emmett will be having drinks round their house tonight... like she needs anymore to drink. I agreed to go with her back to her house but not before she sorts my face out. I reluctantly agreed and she makes me look good... even covered the bruises.
Rose informs me that some of their friends will be there. I have drunk too many tequila's to give a flying fuck who's there. Rose texts Emmett to tell him I will be joining them then my dad insists he drop us off there instead of us taking a cab.
It's now nearly eight and as we got to Rose's front door the drinks seemed to be flowing pretty good judging by the noises that was coming from inside.
"You ok... you sure you're up to it?" she asks and hesitates at the door.
"Hell yeah it's about time I had a little fun don't you think" I raise an eyebrow at her.
"Well let's do this" she giggles and swings the door open.
Rose stumbles her way through the door and I'm laughing like crazy at her dumb ass, she tells me to go through the first door on my left. As I open the door Rosalie thinks it would be a good idea to push me threw instead... I lose my footing and I'm heading for the wooden floor; I brace myself for the hit but it never came.
Instead I feel a strong but gentle pair of arms wrap around my torso.
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