I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! (RECENTLY CORRECTED)
I have been married to Michael Newton for 6 months now. And today? Today, I still hate him. We were married in order to A) get my parents off my back, and B) try and get over E-Edward, which I found difficult due to C) I was carrying Edward's child. However, Mike started out thinking I loved him. However, I knew better; I would never get over Edward or the Cullens- and Mike obviously didn't love me.
It had been 8 months, since Edward left… At the time, however, I didn't know I was pregnant. We were supposed to be heading to college for the winter semester, when He left. Michael, however, believes this child is his, as we were engaged for a week (shortly after I found out about my pregnancy) before having a small wedding and reception, and heading off to out honeymoon.
We had been on our honeymoon- unfortunately- when the beatings began. They began, of course after I was pretty much forced to sleep with him… And I accidently called him Edward. At first, it was only on occasion, when I neglected to do something properly… things that could have been done easily, but I had forgotten, and hadn't lived up to Mike's expectations; for example, if I forgot to do the dishes, or placed clothes in the wrong part of the closet- which Mike and I shared in a small apartment in Chicago, Illinois- or if I forgot to fix his supper, like a good little house wife.
Wife. I used to dislike that word, and now? Now I completely resent it. Things would be different, if I were E- his wife….
Dang it, Bella! Quit dwelling on the past! I mentally scolded myself, as I began to crack eggs for Michael's breakfast- I refused to call him "Mike," when he wasn't around—I generally used nicknames for people, when I LIKED them.
I finished the pancakes and eggs and sat down for a moment, after setting the table, a glass in my hand. Suddenly, my glass of water was knocked out of my hand as my baby kicked, resulting in a loud "Crash!" as the glass shattered across the linoleum. (AN: Lol. This actually happened to my cousin a lot during her pregnancy- with both water and remotes…. After a while, she quit holding things so close…)
I heard grumbling upstairs as the noise woke my, err… Husband up. I quickly walked to the closet in effort to clean up the glass before he saw it, and used it as an excuse to punish me.
I was not quick enough, I soon learned, as I waddled back into the kitchen, only to find Michael, red in the face, standing over the glass.
He then yelled at me, calling me names that would make a sailor blush, and threw me into the glass.
I winced in pain as the shards cut into my back and arms, but I knew crying out would only prolong the end of my beating.
"Michael," I cried, as he picked me up, "the baby!"
He ignored me, as he threw me into the wall.
I slid down the wall, thankful, as he walked back to the table. I scurried after him, to see him off- the sooner he ate, the sooner I would be able to attend to my wounds.
"Hurry up and make me get me some breakfast, you worthless whore!"
I nodded vigorously, and set to work, pouring his orange juice.
Michael finished quickly, and kissed me roughly on the lips before he headed out the door for work.
Michael has worked for the Chicago Police Department since the summer of our gradation—as an investigator. He is one of the finest, to my regret, as he is an excellent tracker- meaning he has many devices to assure himself that I won't run from this hell of a life with him.
His favorite device so far is a very expensive one- It looks like a regular anklet, but it tracks me, as well as allows Michael to listen into any conversations I may have- which he is constantly doing. (AN: This is kinda like off of THE PACIFIER, only on an ankle, combined with like a telephone tapping device- I don't actually know if this exists, but It sounds cool… :D ) If I am too close to revealing anything about my married life, he either shows up, or calls to threaten me.
SO??? What D'ya think?
Kinda boring, but the Cullens should be back soon.
What a shock.. I want Reviews!!
*******ALRIGHT! THIS HAS HAPPENED, SHORTLY AFTER EDWARD LEFT, BUT BELLA HAD ALREADY GRADUATED. SHE'S NINETEEN NOW. B-DAY PARTY IS THE SAME AS THE BOOK…******
