(A/N: Please read Jasper's Darlin' Kathy's original author's note below.)

A/N: I do not own Twilight, but I do enjoy playing with the characters. This story is going to have talk of abuse, not full on detail because I cannot bear to write abuse like that. Any abuse that you read will come in a flashback and it will be brief, but to the point. It also will not last. I said my characters will get an HEA and I meant it, they will. If you are under 18, please don't read this story. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Beginning

BPOV

Meeting Edward Cullen was the best and the worst day of my life. It was the best day because I got a whole new family. A loving mother, Esme and the most compassionate man I had ever met, Carlisle. I also got a big teddy bear brother, Emmett and a pixie best friend, Alice. While Jasper and Rosalie were not close to me, I still loved them as much as the rest of the family. It was the worst day of my life because I finally saw Edward for who he really was the night we got back from Volterra. One would think that he would be grateful that I flew to another country and risked my own life to save his, but you would be wrong.

*Flashback*

I was lying in bed hoping sleep would come soon cause I was exhausted, physically and mentally. I felt my mattress sink down and opened my eyes to see a very pissed off Edward. I sat up slowly and reached for his hand, but he jerked it away and stared at me with a look full of hatred.

"Edward? What's wrong?" I asked, softly.

He sneered, "Why do I smell werewolf?"

Understanding washed over me as I mumbled, "Jacob is my best friend and he's sort of a werewolf."

"Yes, I know that. I am asking you why I smell him in your room." He asked with venom lacing his words.

I flinched away from the look on his face. Looking down at my hands, I was trying to figure out why he was so angry that Jacob had been in my room. Just as I was about to ask him why he was so mad, he grabbed me roughly by the tops of my arms.

He yanked me off the bed, squeezing my arms tightly. I was about to cry out, but then I remembered that it would do me no good since Charlie got called out for an incident.

"Answer me!" He roared.

"Edward," I cried. "Please let me go, you are hurting me."

"If you don't give me the answer I want, it will be more than your arms hurting," he spat.

I was squirming to get away from him, but he just continued to squeeze harder. I knew if he didn't let go soon, he would break the bones in both arms.

"He came to check on me. Victoria is after me. Please let me go, you are hurting me." I told him again, hoping he would listen this time.

He flung me down on my bed. I quickly scooted away from him until my back hit the headboard. He was pacing back and forth in front of my window, looking murderous. I reached up to rub my arms and winced. They would be terribly bruised by morning.

"Tell anyone and your father will pay," he yelled at me and then he was gone. I scramble out of bed, slamming the window shut and locking it. I knew a locked window wouldn't keep him out if he decided to come back, but it made me feel a little better.

*End Flashback*

I cried myself to sleep that night and every night since we returned from Volterra. I've often wondered why Alice hasn't come to help me. Surely she must see what Edward has been doing to me. If he isn't physically abusing me, he is mentally and emotionally abusing me. I wish I was strong enough to end things with him, but I know that he would kill Charlie just as he has warned me several times. I am alone in this never ending torture that has become my life. Will no one save me from this nightmare?

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