Disclaimer: I don't own twilight or any of it's characters, everything belongs to S.M. I only own my own.

I don't have a beta reader, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. I'm writing from the top of my head. My friends said I have an hour to do each chapter every night. I only have a month to finish, if I do, they will take me out for dinner of my choice hehe.

Thankyou Jay for your comments and support :)


TAKE ME AS I AM AND I WILL

SUBMIT TO YOUR DOMINANCE.

FOR YOU ARE MY MASTER, THEREFOR I SHALL

HAVE NO SECRETS, THUS MAKING

THE BOND UNBREAKABLE. TILL THE DAY

I CEASE TO PLEASE YOU SO. FOR

YOU ARE MY MASTER, AND I YOUR

HUMBLE SERVENT FOR ALL TIME . . .


CHAPTER 1 - Malia POV

I sat in the back seat of the taxi, alone. Staring outside the window, watching people I have grown to know pass by. The people I have come to love and hate like poison. The people will slowly fade in the back of my mind, soon to be forgotten.

Never looking back to the large house I call home. Never let the tears fall as I have no more tears to shred. Only tears, for the ones I have come to love. The next door neighbours, I cry for. Only time that seemed precious too me.

As I pass now, the sun reflecting on my face doesn't heat my face up. This constant numbness I have grown to feel. Like a vampire, never the sunlight on their faces, or they will be burned. Stupid books off vampire romance. But we are alike, dead inside. Living, and breathing for your time flies by. But I am not dead, just in purgatory.

Palm trees seemed to loose their green colour. The blue sky seems gray. The golden sky like stepping on tiny bits of glass. The salt water, the smell fades. Everything here is poison.

Stupied taxi man. Mick, I think his name is. I asked him to open the windows but he wouldn't. The smell of sick from the night lingered in the small space. White marks on the floor that hasn't been cleaned up properly. I'm not sure it's sick, might be the white stuff what both sex have. How do I know? Truth be told, I don't know.

The taxi seats had fag burns and rips in, very unwelcoming. I just wanted to get out, and walk to the airport. But I welcomed the feeling. Claustrophobia. The feeling of very tight spaces calmed me. In a strange way, I felt protected, like been in the womb.

I remember when I was little, Phil hit me with his belt. Only for taking food without asking. He screamed and shouted. I wasn't scared, I just felt numb. I just stared at him, that was my mistake. He took of his belt and hit me on the back off my legs. I waited for the pain, nothing came. Not even a single tear. Phil got mad more. I remember him dragging me into the kitchen and locking me underneath the sink. It was small, my kness bent to my chest, my head rested on my knee. I waited for me to panic, but I never. I don't know how long I was in there for, but I felt safe.

People with claustrophobia will panic, their body shaking. Some struggle to breath, and some feel sick for days. Like car sickness. I'm I weird? You tell me.

"Miss, where here." mick said, pulling me out of my memories.

The airport was busy. Lucky I had my ticket. I waited for my plane for two hours. I read William Shakespeare book off poetry to pass the time. I heard people complaining about the plane been late or delayed. Be, I am always patient.

By the time I got on the plane, it was just two in the afternoon. Six hours flight, more reading. I noticed people wearing thick winter coats and cloths. I was wearing dark purple shorts and guns n roses t-shirt. Some gave me weird looks, I chose to not to pay more attention. Children kicking the back of my seat, they thought they would get my attention, like scream at them, or complain. I'm patient and use to it.

By the time I got to Washington airport, it was already dark. The weather was way different. It was more cold, the wind nipped my skin. I grabbed my stuff and saw Charlie.