Kay, so I had a moment of creativity after church

tonight. It's my brand new short story! Hope you all like it!

And if you don't, well… tell me what I can do to make it

better! Oh, and just to warn you, this is supposed to be

at least somewhat depressing.

-x-

I felt my body trembling as he stared at me with regret on his face. I loved him, and we'd just done something he had sworn just three days ago that he would wait until marriage for. He hated himself for giving me the best night of my pitiful life.

"I… Tanya… shouldn't have… sorry…" Edward muttered softly, and had I not been a vampire, I probably wouldn't have heard him. I felt my pain turn into anger.

"You're sorry? For giving me the best bloody night of my sorry life?" I could feel the outrage leak through my voice. My body shook with anger as I pitifully tried to calm myself down.

"You gave me something you can never give back, Tanya, and I should've been able to control my stupid hormones." If I could cry, I would've right then. He doesn't love me. I remember thinking. "I'm sorry, but you're right, Tanya."

I felt my body shake in violent tremors as the tears started to fall. I felt the awful flashback creep out from the folds of my usually unclear memory.

I tenderly touched where he'd hit me. I could still feel the sting where fist met face. It would definitely leave a mark later.

"You stupid, unlovable, little whore!" I heard him hiss. All I remember was thinking, Dear God, don't let him kill me. I wanted nothing more than to prove I could be loved; that I could be treasured; that I wasn't a stupid little whore. I coughed violently, eventually spitting out blood as he punched my stomach over and over again, mercy a foreign word to him. God, make the pain end. Please. Then he stopped. I looked up, confused. There was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, stopping him from giving me another concussion. I honestly think this time, he was aiming for my death, but I've never told anyone that.

"Please, make the pain stop." I begged her, and she looked at me, pity glazed over her gorgeous amber eyes.

"Okay…" she started hesitantly, "but it's going to hurt a helluva lot."

"…Don't… care… hurts…" I managed to gasp out, barely able to breathe. He broke a few of my ribs, and fractured the rest. I hated him. And fathers were supposed to protect their daughters?

Then she bit my neck, and I was overcome by an unbareable pain…

I shivered as my flashback came to an end. Don't cry; don't cry… I willed myself, knowing even though visible tears wouldn't come, my body violently dithering would give it away.

"God, Tanya, I didn't know…" Edward had obviously used his mind reading power to see the only good memory of my father I owned.

"You know what, Edward? You don't stupid know a ton of things." I snapped, hugging my knees to my chest before burying my head between the space. Edward left me to my miserable thoughts, probably thinking it would be best. But what I needed was him; he just didn't need me, I realized.

That was the day my heart shattered into a million pieces.

-x-

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