Chapter 1

Bella

It's been two months since the incident happened and I haven't slept since. I wake up every night screaming due to nightmares of him trying to hurt or kill me. He's tried to kill me before. He's also beaten me and done so much other stuff to me. I haven't felt completely safe until now. I'm glad that Edward is there for me. I don't know how Edward's dealing with all this bullshit that went on. Emmett went to the basic and my dad is now living with Sue. After everything that happened, it brought them together and it also made Edward and I feel closer than ever.

Flashback

Well today is the day Tyler and I are going to the shore for the weekend. I'm off until Monday after school and he is off until Tuesday night so we have plans to go after school. Yeah, right. He didn't show up to school unless he's avoiding me, which might be true since he's currently holding hands with the bitch, Rosalie. He lied to me last night. He told me he'd be over. I waited for him for hours. I was fed up waiting for him to show up so I went over to his house and surprised him. Only, I was the one surprised. Yep, guess what? I caught him in bed with Rosalie. I knew he was lying to me about him not sleeping with anyone else. I waited in his living room even though; I really didn't want to wait for them.

Once they were dressed, Rosalie came out of the room first. I glared at her and if looks could kill, she'd be dead. I wanted to do so much more to her than just glare. What the hell? How long has this been going on? She glared back at me. Instead of waiting for Tyler to come out of his room, I marched right inside and started yelling at him. Next thing I knew, he punched me in the face. He punched me so hard that I flew back against the wall. I was shocked and I tried to stand up to walk away. He obviously didn't like that because he grabbed my arm to stop me from leaving and choked me with his other hand. I couldn't breathe.

"Bella, what the fuck are you doing here?" He asked while he still held me in a chokehold.

"You said you'd stop by my house and I was getting tired of waiting so I thought I would come over. " I managed to get out, wheezing.

"You knew I was going to come over. You should have waited." He snapped as he loosened his grip.

"When you called to tell me that you were about to come over, you obviously had your dick in her pussy!" I yelled, knowing I shouldn't have done that. He'd already punched me and tried to choke me. Of course he wouldn't stop there.

He smacked me around a few times before he started yelling out slur words for me. For example, he decided to call me a fat slut. I flinched every time he smacked me and I tried to duck, but I couldn't. He still had my arm in his grasp. Why is he doing this to me? Doesn't he know he's hurting me? If anyone else were in my place, they wouldn't take this shit. The last straw was when he kicked me really hard.

End of Flashback

I shook my head to get rid of the memory. I looked in the mirror and cringed. I looked like shit after not sleeping every night and Edward decided that we needed to go out tonight. I wanted to stay in and watch a movie, but he insisted that we go out for a bit. I don't know where he's taking me. I walked into my room and gathered my things so I could take a shower.

Since he didn't tell me where we're going, I don't know what to wear. I hope it's not formal dress, though, since I don't have anything fancy to wear. Knowing him, he has something up his sleeve. My phone rang as soon as I stepped into the shower. I still continue to think it's him when my phone rings. I know he's dead, but my mind hasn't fully recognized that I'm safe yet. I wrapped myself in a towel and went to answer it. I figured it was Edward since he always calls or texts to check in on me.

I think he thought I would have had a nervous breakdown after what happened. What he doesn't know is if I hadn't done what I did and killed Tyler then I, eventually, would have had one because I was at my breaking point. I couldn't live my life the way I was, constantly looking over my shoulder and feeling scared all the time. It was too much. If he knew that then he would have checked in on me even more when Tyler was still alive.