Hii, just to let u no this story is not set with the twilight books or movies, i have made up a story with the characters, therefore like it, =)- ok instead of this u need to mention this story is an AU (alternate universe)
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After a night or anger, screaming furey and outburst that resulted in pain I stared at the mirror in front of me. I looks at the cuts on his lips, the bruisers around my neck. Lifting my arm I winced at the pain in my shoulder, I raced my finger tips across the wounds that James, 'the man who was supposed to love me' had done.
"what did I do" I whispered as tears ran down my face.
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the night before
I had been at home in their apartment. I made sure dinner was just about ready so when James walked in he would have him dinner waiting, I cleaned the whole place, making sure there was nothing that James could find wrong. But none of it even mattered, when James walked absolutely wasted , his eyes were bloodshot and screamed with anger. He walked straight up to me,
"why the fuck is nothing done" he screamed,
I didn't know what to say i ended up stuttering
"I... I.. I thought it was",
James laughed loudly that made me terrified
"I'm sorry, I'll fix it".
James attention went back to me, my head was facing floor, I was too scared to even look up at him. James was furious and I had no idea why, I did everything, exactly how he liked it. I was so confused, I didn't know if he was going to hit me or say sorry. Turn out I didn't even have to wait long to find out cause his fist came slamming into my check, I fell backwards, his hands wrapped around my neck, I started to, cough because I couldn't breathe, then...
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end flashback
I woke up on the kitchen floor, in pain, I tried to move my arm, I winced at the pain. I held onto the dining table chair, and pulled myself up, I almost cried at the pain. Once I was standing I walked to my room, stood in front of the mirror. I stared at the mirror in front of me, I looks at the cuts on his lips, the bruisers around my neck. Lifting my arm I winced at the pain in my shoulder, I raced my finger tips across the wounds that James, 'the man who was supposed to love me' had done. "what did I do" I whispered as tears ran down my face.
I walked to our small bathroom that was in our apartment, I struggled to undress, turning the tap on, impedingly steeping under the cold water, I cried out in pain as the water went into my cuts, that James must of caused when I passed out. I couldn't take this anymore I need out.
I didn't change my mind this time, In my head I knew this was the right decision, and my heart was beginning to agree, maybe everything is like this.