A/N I do not own anything. I merely own my plot. This chapter is a more disturbing than the previous one. I rated this story M for a reason. Also I will not strictly rotate between EPOV and BPOV, sometimes I might have two BPOVs in a row. I'm also not sure how often I will be able to update. I will try for once a week but please don't hold me to that as I do have RL things that requre my attention. Thank you for reading and as always please REVIEW and let me know what you think of it!!!!


BPOV

I quickly hurried out the door after class. I wasn't trying to be rude but I was late. James did not appreciate tardiness; especially tardiness caused by another man. For a second I let my thoughts drift to the man I had left standing in classroom 103. Edward. The name suited him with his green eyes and messy bronze colored hair. I wondered idly if that color was natural. Maybe he was some pretty boy that dyed it to look cool. I had been pleasantly surprised when he struck up a conversation today. It was hard for me to meet new people. I never felt like anything I had to say was interesting. He probably thought he had offended me by not answering me that first day but honestly it hadn't. I was used to being ignored. I shoved that thought out of my head as fast as I could. I hurriedly blanked out my expression when I saw James sitting at a little table in the corner of the cafeteria.

James was taller with medium length blonde hair. He liked to keep it tied back in a ponytail. He was very muscular and maintained the stance of a fighter. He was perfectly poised at all times, always ready to protect me he liked to say. I was proud that I had such a handsome boyfriend but today for some reason I could not help but notice how James never seemed to relax. Maybe that was why he didn't have very many friends. Not that he needed any, he always said that the only thing he needed was me.

"Hey baby" James stood and quickly wrapped me in a hug. If he squeezed just a little too hard, I made sure not to let my face betray it. He didn't know his own strength that was all. There was really no point in making him feel bad when it was a complete accident. I took my seat across from him and smiled. I knew better than to speak until he asked me something directly. I waited patiently as he studied me over the table. "Why were you late?"

"Professor Newton held the class a bit late, I hurried over here as soon as it was done." The lied rolled smoothly off my lips. There was no way that I was going to tell James that I was late because I had been speaking to a guy. He was pretty insecure, always worried about losing me and I saw no reason to reinforce his fears.

He studied me for a long time until finally satisfied, he smiled and asked, "How was class?"

"It was okay. Professor Newton was a bit boring." I made sure to keep my voice soft and sweet, just the way he preferred.

"I bet he was boring. I could teach you more than he ever could! I don't understand why you even attend this stupid college. I can teach you everything you need to know right at home baby."

I had no reply for his frequent request that I stay home with him all day every day. It was so sweet that he wanted to be with me all the time but I truly liked going to classes. I liked interacting with other people my age and learning different things. Of course when I tried to explain this to him he took it in entirely the wrong way. We got into one of our biggest fights that night, all because I didn't know how to explain to him that I liked school without making him feel like I didn't want to be with him.

He must have sensed that I wasn't going to answer; because thankfully he dropped the subject. Instead we spent the next fifteen minutes talking about what things I needed to buy for our apartment. "Don't forget to make a list Bella," James reminded me, "you know you always forget something if you don't have a list. I don't want to have to run back to the store to pick something up because you were too damn lazy to make a list."

"I already made one!" I pulled out the list that I had already started that morning and proudly placed it on the table. I had even gone through the cupboards to see exactly which foods we needed. We were almost out of a lot of things so I was glad that I was going shopping right after my last class. James hated it when we ran out of something at home.

I could tell he was proud of me because he leaned in close and pressed a small, chaste kiss on my forehead. "That's my girl!" he whispered. I was so glad that I had done something right today. It was so easy to mess up with James. He was a perfectionist and I was not. It was amazing that he had put up with my mess this long, and I tried every single day to make it easier for him to deal with it. It was the perfect moment until I looked up and saw Edward Cullen walking towards us. My mind began to panic, James would not like another man breaking up our alone time. He was not going to be happy. I tried mentally screaming for Edward to turn around, that I didn't want him to talk to me now but he kept on coming straight towards us. I should have known better, after all it's not like Edward was a mind reader.

I closed my eyes as Edward walked up to our table and addressed me, "Hey Bella! I saw you from across the dining hall and didn't want to be rude and ignore you again!" He gave me a wide smile and kind of chuckled. I must admit I would have thought the gesture to be endearing if I wasn't sitting across from James. James who did not like men to even look at me, would not appreciate this harmless flirting. I didn't even dare look at Edward, instead staring straight ahead as if I hadn't heard him. It was of no use.

"What exactly do you mean again?" James snarled. I sneaked a glance at Edward and saw the shocked expression on his face as James continued, "Bella do you want to explain to me what this boy means when he says 'ignore you again'?"

"It was nothing honey, I introduced myself on the first day of class and he must not have heard me. We talked a little bit today during class. That's it."

"So the reason you were late today wasn't because the class was being held late was it? The reason you were late today was because you were with a guy! Are you fucking him you whore!?" James venomously spat at me. He didn't even need to raise his voice to make me feel like a small child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I knew it was too late but I tried one last time to salvage the situation.

"No! Baby I would never cheat on you! I barely know this guy! All I know is his name and that we have class together! That's it I swear! I love you and only you!" I pleaded James with my eyes. Couldn't he see how much I adored him? I just wanted to make him happy!

"We're leaving, now!" he ordered. I gathered up my things and followed him as he stalked out the door. I glanced back and saw Edward staring after us in shock, I tried to let him know that I was sorry by giving him a small smile. When I turned to hurry after James I recognized the murderous look on his face, tonight was not going to be a good night. I followed him outside and we climbed into his car. Neither one of us said a single word the whole way home. I was trying so hard not to cry. I had been good, I filled out a shopping list, I waiting for him to speak before speaking, I did my best to make him happy and now he was mad at me. All because of stupid Edward Cullen.

He pulled into our parking space, got out and walked to my side of the car where he proceeded to wrench my door open and jerk me out of the car. His grip on my arm was punishing as he forced me to walk beside him to the apartment door. Once we were inside he threw me to the ground. "I shouldn't even fucking touch you, you worthless whore. I've given you fucking everything! And yet you're fucking every guy you meet behind my back! I fucking hate you stupid bitch!" he screamed at me. I curled up in a ball knowing what was coming, knowing that I deserved it because good girlfriends did not make their boyfriends mad. Good girlfriends deserved men like James.

So I did not whimper as his boot hit the side of my ribs time and time again, or when his fists pummeled my back. I did not cry out when he slammed my head onto our dining room floor repeatedly. I did not protest as he drug me by the hair into our bedroom. I did not cringe as he ripped my clothes off, leaving me lying naked on the floor. I did not shudder as he took of his belt, liberally hitting my back, stomach and breasts with it. I did not moan as he then threw me on the bed, forcing his way inside of me. I did not cry, beg or scream throughout the night and eventually his screaming turned to sobs, his insults to terms of endearment. He gathered me up close, stroking my hair as I lay silently by his side, covered in bruises and welts and whispered those three words I needed to hear. "I love you."