Eugh I shouldn't do this until I finish the others but, Oh well.
I AM KARMA HAS MADE A COMEBACK.
I shall try to write 2 chapters a week, Monday and Thursday.
A few stories inspired me for this so don't review with "Ohh you copied" Cause I will tell you now, which stories inspired this.
Like a moth to a flame.
Masters of the universe
Buried among the Begonias.
The perfect wife
And there was another amazing fanfiction that I can't remember for the life of me what it was called. Ill has to find it. Helping me with this fan fiction is LilMsSugarRush. LOOK AT HER STORIES.
Anyway here it is.
The Fantasy – BPOV.
Chapter 1 – The beginning of the end.
He heaved above me, thrusting unevenly while clutching my thigh and my shoulder all too tight. I knew there would be scratches and bruises. There was every time. I heard his long and guttural groan as he spilled his seed inside of me. He remained above me whilst panting heavily. I earned no release, joy or passion from being used as a toy. A toy for his release.
He collapsed on me, and rolled off the bed, getting ready for the meeting he had to be at within half an hour, and I was left wanting more. My shoulders ached and my abdomen stung with the want of release. He walked to the minute wardrobe and pulled out some plain black tailored trousers, along with a pristine white shirt and skinny black tie. His black suit jacket was hanging over the bottom-left bed post, after being worn yesterday to a different meeting.
He pulled on some black boxers from the chest of draws to the left of the bed with his back to me, as I discretely pulled up the quilt up, but of course hawk eye saw the movement.
"What are you doing, Isabella?" He asked icily, turning around and yanking the covers away from me.
"Hiding the piece of dignity I still hold." I mumbled trying to grab the covers. He screwed them up in a ball and flung them across the room as he leaned up the bed to me and slapped me with a force that turned my head so hard, I feared I gained whiplash. He roughly grabbed my jaw and turned my face to his. I didn't realise how close we were. We were mere inches away from each other.
"What dignity? You're nothing more than a common whore in the streets. Don't you ever forget that"? He spat in my face.
Tears streamed down my face as he pushed me back down onto the bed by my face. I didn't dare make another sound.
He continued to get ready, pulling on his trousers, "When I come home, I expect dinner on the table and I want chicken salad. I want you in bed by 8. You look like you haven't slept in months and it does nothing for the prostitute look."
By now he had his trousers on and his shirt tucked in. He was doing his tie, but getting it muddled up. He always had troubles doing them. I sniffed and rubbed my eyes, ridding of stray tears. I slowly stood up, noting how I needed to take a hot shower and relax my sore legs. I walked over to him, where he was stood in front the mirror huffing and puffing at his tie.
I touched his shoulders where he shot around to me. He instantly dropped his hands and put them on my hips, drawing small circles with his thumbs. I started untying the knot he made on his tie and re-knotted it. It was these tender moments I missed when the calm, loving side of Edward decided to show up. I was almost done when he leant down and started kissing my neck tenderly. I moaned quietly and finished off his tie putting my hands on his chest.
He moved upwards until I felt his warm breath blow into my ears, and I unintentionally shivered.
"Act like you did this morning ever again, and there will be hell to pay." He whispered harshly, pulling away and over to the bed where he grabbed his suit jacket and stormed out of the bedroom and slamming the door.
I have never felt so alone.
I slowly walked over to the wardrobe, and moved onto the bottom shelf which possessed my pathetic amount of clothing and items from a previous happy life. There was a picture of me, Charlie and Renee before they were taken out by the mafia, so Edward could have me all to himself. He was selfish like this. I missed the Edward I fell in love with, the man who made too little occurrences. He would show up once in a while, and when it did, I would savour it like a last breath. I was never sure when and were it would be, but after it did, the malicious wrath of Edward would show up shortly after, and with full force.
Edward used to be such a gentleman. He would buy me flowers whenever possible, and he would take me out at any opportunity. Little did I know the other side of him.
I was naïve, young and in love.
And I regret my choices.
It wasn't that I didn't still love Edward, I loved him with all my heart, and I hated what he had become. Little did I know that when I wasn't with Edward, he was out with his father, and at a young age of 18, joining the italian American mafia He was becoming involved with drugs, hits and taking out large weapon dealing companies. As soon as I had found a gun in he's room one night he was getting ready for bed, I knew something was wrong.
I asked him why, and he replied that I didn't want to know. I threatened to leave him and he would defiantly tell me that I was stupid if I wanted to. .He started keeping me closer to him, and soon I was forced to move into his house with he's parents.
He was 20 and it was 2 days after my 18th birthday that my parents were coincidentally killed in a "car crash". The day after the funeral, Edward moved us to the other side of America, to Chicago, where a large branch of the mafia was set up. And there we've been for 4 years.
Edward increasingly became unkind and more forceful. I soon became scared to speak for myself, and live for myself. I knew that if I left, Edward would somehow find me. There were other things holding me back as well. I didn't know how I would live for myself, and I was still in love with Edward Cullen...
After mourning the loss of the love that could have been, I dragged my self to the reality of what was before me. Edward would never let me dress normally anymore. He would buy them all and they would be as slutty as could be. I grabbed a set of lacy underwear, a tight white tank top and a short denim skirt. I had no trousers.
I looked around our bedroom. In the centre was a bed. An iron bed. A bed, immersed with black and white sheets. A bed that by the looks of it was a bed that would hold pain. It was splattered in blood, from the times Edward would devour me for his use and I would never get away with just a scratch.
The bed was in the centre of the room under the only window. The window was barricaded with iron bars. But saying that, all the windows were. There was a set of draws on Edwards's side of the bed, with a small lamp on it. In front of the bed and off to Edwards side was a full length mirror.
On my side of the room was the wardrobe. He used the whole thing, and I used the bottom shelf.
I quickly grabbed my clothes and showered for 10 minutes. It was relaxing and gave me time to calm down and settle.
After if dried my hair and put my clothes on, I went out back into the bedroom to change the sheets.
I put the old ones in the hamper and replaced them with all black sheets. I sat down for a minute on the bed and planned the rest of the day, My eyes started to droop and before I knew it, I was asleep.
***
I awoke to a loud crashing noise, and shot up. I looked at the window, glaring out into the blackness of night, as I heard thudding coming up the stairs. I looked around in terror. I forgot the dinner. The bedroom door swung open and crashed against the wall, and the only remaining sound was my rapid breathing and Edward's snarling.