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I love how horses understand your emotions. I love how they can ease your pain. I love how they help you. I could go on about how much I love horses, but I get the feeling you'd get bored after a while.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Bella Black and I totally hate my husband. That's right. Hate.

You might wonder, Why would she hate her husband?

Well, for starters he's abusive. And cruel. And doesn't give a damn about anyone or anything.

Then you might wonder, How did she ever love him?

I didn't. He beat me until I said yes.

I was never friends with the guy. Literally. I'm serious.

This is how we met. I'll just start with the beginning of the story of my life.

2 monthes earlier...

"Bella?" my best friend, Jessica, asked. "That hot guy over there is staring at you."

I turned my head, and sure enough, there was a hot guy over there staring at me. But he wasn't my type. My type was guys who had soft eyes. Guys with niceness rolling off of them. Guys who loved like they had never loved before but really had. Guys who were just caring and meant every word they said. Guys like Edward Cullen. Not guys like Jacob Black. The guy who was staring at me.

He stopped talking to his best friend, Embry, and walked over, a smiling creeping over his face.

"Hey, Bella," he said, his smile lighting up the world. Of course, he was pretty hot, and really nice. All the girls dream of this moment. But not me. I dreaded this moment.

"Hello," I sneered.

Jacob Black is tall and handsome. He has short dark hair, and stone cold dark eyes. He has an eight-pack and loves to take his shirt off to impress girls. He's on the basketball and baseball team, plus he plays tennis. He's every girls' dream. But not me. I guess you could say I absolutely hate the guy.

It's not that I don't think he's handsome, cause he is. It's just that, once you get to know they guy, you absolutley hate him. And he hates you. He's abusive and doesn't care if you get hurt physically or emotionally. He thinks it's just funny if you get hurt.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" He motioned to a bench over where no one could see us.

I nodded coldly. I so did not want to talk to him right now.

We walked over to the bench, him trying not to touch me, me trying to stay as far away as possible.

We sat down and he asked me the weirdest yet stupidest question ever.

"Bella," he began, "will you marry me?"

"NO!" I screamed at him. "WHY THE F_ _ _ WOULD I MARRY YOU?!"

He must have took that as a yes because he kissed me.

On the lips.

I am not shitting you.

I couldn't stop myself. My girl instincts kicked in.

I pulled back.

"Jacob," I said, "let's not do this here. How 'bout we head to your apartment?"

"Of course." He was smiling from head to toe.

Then I realized what I had said.

Oh God, I thought. What have I done?

15 minutes later...

"Now where were we?" he asked, coming closer with every word, until I could smell his sweet, musky breath.

"Um..."

I'm evil.