AN: I know there's like 12 million stories that are named Face Down but oh well. I never said I had originality. I really hope you guys like this. It's been a while since I last wrote so I'm a little rusty. Please review!
Chapter 1
"YOU STUPID BITCH!" The sound of hand meeting flesh resonated throughout the room as Edward's hand flew through the air.
I yelled out in pain and fell to the floor, cradling my cheek in my hands. I looked up, tears of pain blurring my vision, to see Edward storm out of the kitchen. I slowly started to get up, my legs shaking. I refused to let the tears fall, not yet. I drew in shaky breaths, trying to calm the tremors racking my body. I wrapped my arms around my chest, trying desperately to hold myself together. I ran from the kitchen and locked myself in the bathroom. I leaned against the door for support as I finally let the tears fall. I crumpled to the floor, sobs ripping from my chest. He had never used to be like this… What had changed? I started to think about how thing used to be, before he started hitting me. I thought about when we first met.
I was in the university cafeteria. I walked past him and slipped on water someone was too careless to clean up. He caught me before I had hit the floor. I looked up into his deep green eyes. His eyes were always so beautiful. "Whoa. You okay?" he said in a breathtakingly velvet voice. "Yeah...umm…I'm fine… thanks." "No problem" and he flashed me a sexy grin. We talked for 3 hours straight that day. I was almost late for work. When I told him I had to go he grabbed my hand and gave me his number. "I want to see you again" he said, flashing another smile.
We started dating right away. We dated for 10 months before he purposed. I remember it perfectly. "Isabella Swan? I know we haven't been together very long, but I am so in love with you. The past few months have been pure bliss. Will you marry me?" I was breathless and crying. I accepted of course. I should have thought it through. I should have said we were rushing things.
Charlie, my father, thought I was too young. And I was. I was only 19. He told me I had plenty of time and I shouldn't jump into marriage. My best friend, Jacob Black, didn't approve. I didn't expect him too. He's had a crush on me ever since we were little. But I was never interested. It wasn't like he wasn't attractive, as shallow as that sounds. No. The exact opposite, in fact. He's gorgeous. He was only 17 but he is absolutely gorgeous. He's Native American, Quileute. He has short jet black hair, dark russet skin, and high cheek bones. He's 6'5" and totally ripped! He has huge arms, a hard sculpted chest, broad shoulders, and 8 rock-hard, washboard abs. He has these gorgeous big brown eyes that make me melt. And the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. It lights up the whole room. And he is also a great person. He has a great personality. He's sweet, charming, caring, selfless, he can get a little cocky sometimes but then again who can't. He's funny, outgoing, daring, and adventurous. I guess the only reason I was never interested is because he was two years younger.
I still remember the look on his face when I told him. Shock, horror, pain.
I remember every word he spoke. "Bella what are you thinking? You don't even know anything about this guy. Bells, You're so young. You're only 19, hun. If you do this now, you'll regret it. You haven't been with him long even to know him. He could be nice now, but in a year or two he could turn into a total ass. Bells please don't do this. You don't even know him Bella." – Of course I know him, I thought, he could he say that. He's Edward Cullen. Then son of Esme and Dr. Carlise Cullen. He's 22 years old (he's now 24), He lives in Forks, Washington and attended Forks High School. He is now attending the University of Washington in Seattle. Of course I know him. But now I know what Jake meant. I don't know the real him. I don't know about his childhood. I don't know what his favorite movie, book, author, animal, or even color is. Jake was right, I didn't know him. I found that out the hard way.
During the first year of our marriage everything was fine. He was the same old Edward. But then he started drinking. Alot. He would always come home drunk. Him drunk wasn't bad at first. He mainly was horny as hell and came to me just to get his rocks off. But one night he came home hammered. He stumbled into our bedroom and came up behind me, running his hands along my stomach and down my hips. I told him I wasn't I the mood and that I was tired. Not to mention he was too drunk. He got mad at that. He started to yell, so I yelled back letting my anger get the better of me. He suddenly picked up the chair by the window and threw it at the wall. I remember the look in his eyes. It terrified me. I fell beside the bed in shock and fear. He yelled "You good for nothing bitch!" before storming from the bedroom. That was just the beginning.
I remember the first time he hit me. It was only a few weeks after the chair incident. He came home drunk. He was already pissed about something else. We hadn't had sex in a while so while I was cooking myself dinner he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed his lips to my bare shoulder and pressed himself against me. He slid his hands under my shirt and across my stomach, pulling my shirt up in the process. "Edward stop." I said squirming out of his grasp and fixed my shirt. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked down at the floor. Ever since the night when he lost his temper, it repulsed me to be touched by him. He wasn't happy about getting turned away again. He angrily tried to talk me into it but I refused. "The only time you come to me anymore is when you're looking for a good screw. Well Edward, I'm not your whore! I'm not going to bend over whenever you ask!"
The next thing I know I was laying on the floor. I looked up to see the monster back in his eyes. I was terrified. This wasn't the man I married. He stared down at me, no regret in his features, and said "You are nothing but a useless cunt!" and stormed from the room. I gasped for air. I couldn't believe he had hit me. I cried for hours. I told myself it wouldn't happen again. The next day he swore he loved me. I told myself it wouldn't happen again. I can't even begin to describe how wrong I was.