Alrighty! So this is my first Twilight story. I wanted to try and write something new, so give it a chance. This is just the prologue, so let me know if I should continue, so you know the drill, read. Love. Review. =)

Disclaimer: Am I rich? Famous? Stephanie Meyer? Nah, not the last time I checked. Thus, Twilight is not mine:(

Edward's POV

I walked into my house, worried he was already home. I had been... messing around after baseball practice, thus making me late coming home. If he finds out... I shudder to think of what is to come.

I stumbled into the kitchen, relived that he isn't home yet. He is probably still searching for the next whore he wants to bring back. He seems to be able to get anyone he wants; One of the few things I inherited from him.

Speaking of girls... who was that girl I was making out with today? Lauren something? Eh, it doesn't matter.

I glanced at the clock that was on our microwave. 7:10. I should start to cook dinner before he gets home. If it's not ready then I might as well have been late.

I cooked something simple: Spaghetti. It was too simple, though, for my imagination started to work up. I remembered Mom... Elizabeth Mason. Why did she have to leave? And most of all leave me with... him.

Speaking of him, the door creaked open, and I heard drunken slurs of him directing the whore up to his bed, promising to be there in a minute. I shuddered when jis cold voice echoed throughout the house. "Honey, I'm home. Oh... what's this? I though I said have food on the table ready to eat when I got back." He glared at me, and I glared back into his cold brown eyes. Normally he finds it difficult to look into my eyes, since they were like Mom's.

"Yeah, well, it's not like you need any more food." I said, glancing quickly at his ever-growing stomach.

"Wrong answer," I immediately regretted that, for the next thing I knew a fist collided with my chest, knocking the wind out of me. He took that moment to kick me down. He continued to kick me until the wounds of the night before started to bleed again. Once he got bored, he stomped off in the direction of his room, leaving me laying on the floor, bleeding.

I felt tears sting my eyes, but quickly pushed them back. I won't let him see me even weaker. Instead, I attempted to stand up. Bad idea. I fell back, causing another burst of pain and blood.

Once that was over, I crawled over to the phone on the other side of the room and dialed a familiar number. It rang twice, then Emmett answered his phone. "Hey, man, what up?"

"Emmett.." I panted. I had no energy left.

Immediately, he grew serious. "Dude, are you okay? Is it your dad?"

I nodded, then remembered he couldn't see me. "Could you... come... pick me... up?" I coughed up a little blood.

"I'll be there in five." Then he hung up. I let the phone roll out of my hand. Emmett was the only person who knows about my 'home life'. Most people can't see past my 'popular', 'jock', 'confident', 'player' facade. But, Emmett and I have been friends since kindergarden and he tripped me on the playground. He could tell the first time I walked into school with bruises.

Suddenly, I felt arms pull me up into a standing position. I was lead out of my house and into the familiar Jeep. I just kept my eyes closed until we reached Emmett's house. I limped my way in and collapsed on his couch.

I'm Edward Anthony Mason. Welcome to my life.

So, love it? Hate it? Want to throw a pie in my face? Oh, and just so you know I will introduce Bella into the next chapter for all of you Edward/Bella readers:) Please give me feedback, it is greatly appreciated.