AN:) Hey guys! This is my new story. I may be a little rusty with my writing skills, I haven't written anything in months. Please read and comment what you think. I love criticism, it makes me a better writer so please be honest!

CHAPTER 1:

Twenty minutes. Then he'll be home. He'll be here. Leave. I need to leave. But where? Where in the hell will I go?! Anywhere. Anywhere that isn't here. Not with him. No.

"Shit." I begin throwing all my clothes into my suitcase. Then all my bathroom supplies are tossed in. Any money I find laying around goes in my pocket.

"Damn it!" I curse as I drop my bag on the ground. I picked it up with my bad hand. Rubbing my wrist carefully , I begin examining the darkened bruises. They've gotten worse since last night. Ten more minutes. He'll be here. No. No. No. No!

*flashback*

"Shut up!" he yells as he slaps me. I bring my hand up to my face as tears roll out of my eyes.

"You fucking bitch! You're fucking cheating on me again aren't you?!" he hisses through gritted teeth as he steps forward to hit me again.

"No!" I answer back. "I told you this last time Emmett! I was working another shift at work!" I huff at him trying to speak clearly through my ragged breathing.

"Fucking whore!" he yells at me, obviously having ignored what I said. Stepping towards me and raising his fist to punch me. I raise my hand to protect my face. He laughs.

"You weak bitch." he says surprisingly calm. Then all at once he jumps at me, grabbing my left hand and twisting it behind my back.

"Emmett you're hurting me!" I yell over me shoulder but he only twists it more and slams my face into the wall.

"You lie, you cheat. I'm a good looking guy and I make good money. I have a lot of hot babes begging for me Rose. But I settled for your useless ass." he mutters angrily in my ear. I whimper as he grips my wrist harder and I could almost hear it popping. Raising my leg up, I kick him hard in the crotch.

"Keep your hands off me!" I yell as he falls on the ground cursing me loudly. As fast as I can I run into my bedroom and lock the door. I hear him running up the stairs after me. With my back to the door, my knees collapse to the floor. He finally gets to my door and starts banging his fists against it.

"Let me in you bitch! You'll fucking pay for that!" he yells and tears begin falling down my face again.

"Go away Emmett!" I scream at the door. "Go away!"

"This! Is! MY! House! You will listen to me and do as I say you cunt, I practically OWN you!" his punching of the door gets lighter. And after a few curses, the stairs creek under the weight of him going down. I sit there and wait, listening. He was probably going to get drunk and pass out again. After all, it's a typical day in the life of living with Emmett. My breathing is jagged as I get up and walk to my bed, wiping my eyes. Finally I take the time to look at my wrist. It's too painful to touch and most likely sprained at the least. But that's normal too. All the yelling, the pain, the bruises, is normal.

*flashback ends*

Five more minutes. Fuck! I run down the stairs and into the garage to start my car. Tossing the suitcase into my trunk and getting into the drivers seat. My hand finds nothing in my pocket. The keys are in my room.

"Shit!" I mutter nervously as I get out of the car and run back to my room. Keys. Keys. Keys. Where the hell are they?! The bed! I lunge for them and get them into my pocket as the door slams shut. Oh no.

"Emmett." I whisper. He's in my bedroom. I didn't hear him close the front door. I didn't hear him climb the stairs. Shit. Shit. Shit. He glances around.

"Empty closet. Empty dresser. You wanna explain that?" he says stepping towards me. I glance at the door but I know he'll block my path. My feet won't move and my body feels frozen.

"You thought you could just leave?! You fucking useless tramp!" he yells as he puts his hands to my throat. He slowly puts more and more pressure until it hurts and I can't breathe.

"Stop." I choke. "Stop!"

"I can do whatever I want to you! You are mine! Got that bitch? MINE! You would be nothing without me! Where did you think you could run to Rose? No where! You have no one! You are nothing! YOU NEED ME!" his yelling begins to sound softer and muffled. My throat burns and my head spins.

Laughter. Heaving breathing. My burning throat. Pain in my wrist. Ruffling clothes.

"Wake the fuck up!" he yells. My eyes flutter open and my vision is still blurred. Sweat. I feel sweat on me. My hands won't move. Why is there so much weight on me?

"What the-" I mutter.

"I wanted you to be awake for this." Emmett hisses into my ear with a bitter tone in his voice. My eyes clear enough for me to realize that we both have no shirts on.

"Emmett what the fuck?!" I yell at him.

"I OWN you. You are MINE. I'm gonna make it so you never forget that." he says as he unzips his pants and begins to unbuckle his pants with the free hand that doesn't have my hands pinned above my head.

"No!" I begin thrashing to get him off me but he's too strong and weighs twice as much as me. "Get off!"

"I plan to." he mutters sickly. I begin to cry and curse him. I feel his hand on the front of my jeans. I try to kick him but his legs keep me from moving.

"Stop!" I cry as he tightens the grip on my wrists. He gets my pants down to my knees and I continue to thrash. I get one of my legs free from his weight and knee him in the crotch yet again.

"Fuck!" he yells. While he's thrown off guard I quickly push him off me. I pull my pants back up as I run down the stairs but I can hear him running after me. I get to the car and open the door.

"Hey." I hear him calmly speak behind me. Before I can turn around, the top of the car rushes at me and all I hear is a horrible bang as my head hits it. The pain overwhelms me and my mind goes black.

"Let's see how you do on your own bitch." I hear his voice far off in the distance and my body feels like it's falling. I feel an incredible weight hit my stomach with a feeling of ribs cracking and my skin feels so exposed to the cool January air. My head hurts and it feels like water's running down my face. I hear shoes scraping against the pavement getting louder.

"Oh my gosh! Miss are you ok?" I hear a beautiful, concerned voice calling out to me from the darkness in my mind. Help. Me. Help. Help me please. Please. Please.

AN:) Let me know if you like the story so far. I don't know when I can update, possibly one chapter every two weeks but I'm not sure since I need to focus on school. Anyway, thanks for taking your time to read chapter 1 and don't forget to comment!