A/N: Hey everyone! I've been reading fanfictions for years and years and the other day this idea popped into my head. Let me know what you think, if I should continue. Constructive criticism is more than welcome but it is my first fic, be nice.
Was there really ever a point in my life where Bill Compton did not hold power over every aspect of my life? A point that I was actually happy? When I called the shots?
I know there was it was only a few short months ago that I was happy, outgoing Sookie. A girl who thought every day was an adventure and that every new person that walked into my life was the other half of a beautiful friendship waiting to happen. That was probably where I went wrong, before I meet Bill I never saw the bad in people. Or I saw it and overlooked it thinking that no one in this world was capable of evil. Questionable actions? Yes. Evil? No. But again, that was before I meet Bill.
He seemed so sweet the first time I saw him sitting in my American History lecture, I sat next to him and when class was over he asked if I would like to go for a cup of coffee. I thought he was cute and I said yes. We talked for hours in that little coffee place just off campus, imagine my surprise when I found out that he actually knew where the small town I had grown up in was. Bon Temps is a beautiful place but it is more than a little off of the beaten path, in fact it is several hundred miles off of it. Not exactly a hot spot for anyone attending Vanderbilt University in Nashville, Tennessee.
I told him all about growing up there, about my Gran, my brother Jason, how nervous I was being a freshman, about my nutty but lovable roommate Amelia, about my dreams of becoming an FBI agent and eventually getting to work in the Behavior Analysis Unit. He in turn told me about growing up in Austin, Texas, his parents and older brother, his two roommates Victor Madden and Felipe de Castro. Bill was a senior studying to be a systems analyst and was taking the history class now after avoiding it for three years.
Looking back I realize that for someone who wanted to spend her life observing people and profiling criminals I was sure oblivious to the multitude of things that should have sent up danger signals to me during that first date. He acted a bit odd when my friend Claude and his boyfriend Lafayette showed up and greeted me with a hugs, They are beautiful boys but they are also very clearly very gay. However, Bill still seemed threatened by them. When I asked he said that we were on a date and that he thought it had been rude for them to interrupt. I was so flattered that this attractive senior boy wanted to date me that I overlooked the possessive look in his eye. That was my first mistake.
It started out very slowly, the bossing me around, the treating me like something less than human. "Sookie, would you go get everyone a beer?" Became "Go get everyone a beer." Every time, with out fail I would go get them.
If I wanted to go out with my friends he accused me of cheating on him or said that I thought he wasn't enough and maybe we should just break up. I didn't want that, I liked him a lot and I was still amazed that he wanted to be with me. I started turning down my friends when they called asking if I wanted to hang out choosing, instead to spend my time with Bill. Eventually they stopped calling, because they already knew what the answer would be.
Talking to other boys always led to accusations of me sleeping around and more threats from him that he would simply end it.
I tried so hard to be the perfect girlfriend but it never seemed to be good enough for Bill. Everything else seemed less important than my relationship with him, he was the center of my world. I could not have chosen a worse person to center on if I tried.
A/N: So, what do you think?