I'm a fighter not a lover

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight.

It felt like a slap in the face. His words hurt, even if he didn't mean them to. I could now see what he sees me as; a misfortune, something that he was unlucky enough to have forced upon him. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes and quickly rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

I paced around the room, lost in the internal argument going on in my head. Should I leave the safe confines of the bathroom or not? I sighed; it was all too confusing at the moment. I knew that I would have to come out eventually, but whether I would use the door or the window is the question. Using the window would mean attempting to escape, though knowing my own co-ordination so well I already knew that I would have a high risk of falling.

I sat down on the edge of the bath and put my head in my hands. I don't even know why I'm bothering to fight this; it'll end soon enough anyway. His parents will quickly realise the signs of hatred we show towards each other. I can just imagine the looks on their faces when they realise the type of girl they picked to marry their son.

He was just so aggravating. I mean, what did he expect me to do? Fall head over heels in love with him in the blink of an eye? Beg him to marry me and be a perfect wife? He may not know me very well, but he knows me enough to know that I could never be like that.

"Isabella?" a soft velvet voice filtered through the door. I knew exactly who it would be. It was him.

"I'm not coming out, Edward," I grumbled. I knew that I was soon going to give in, but he didn't know that. I wanted to make him suffer, my hate for him at that moment consuming me.

I knew that he would soon succumb to begging, but I wasn't sure what he was going to try first. Anger, lies, honesty, threats, or would he simply just leave me?

"Okay," his reply surprised me. It was amazing how his one, simple word could leave me without any reply. I heard the wood beneath the carpet creak as he sat down against the door. I now knew what he was doing; he was going to wait it out.

I sighed, he was irritating me already and we hadn't even known each other for an hour. I couldn't fathom how horrible it would be to live the rest of your life with someone you can't stand to be around; but I had a feeling I was about to find out.

I leaned against the door and let myself slowly sink down onto the floor, ending with a small thump. As much as I would like to run away, to escape, I knew it wouldn't work and the guilt would eat away at me. My parents could get in trouble for not giving these people what they want, and for reasons unknown to me they want me. I don't get why me of all people, I'm sure Edward could easily get any girl he wanted, he was surely handsome enough.

I didn't know how long I would have to wait here. I guess just as long as Edward was still here. As soon as he left I would come out, but until then I guess I was stuck here with no escape.

AN: Hi everyone I know that this one's really short and that I took ages to update. My life's been really busy lately. I just got one of my pieces of writing published in a book of short stories so I've been stressing about that. So the plan now is I have exams in November so studying until then and after that I will have 2 months to write and do whatever I want.

The main place I will be updating on is .com/ this link here.

I haven't put anything up thus far, but just letting you know that the chapters will be really long on there when I do start updating. Hope that everyone actually reads this... and thank you to anyone that does and is still reading this story.

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