A/n: A bit more revelations in this chapter...and yes, the chapters will get longer as we go, not to much, though. Most of them are around 600-1000 words.

No abusive actions in this chapter.

THANK YOU to my beta, Bnjwl and to my team, Lvtwiligh09, Reyes139, Kitkat681 and KikiTheDreamer for their help/advice and wisdom along this journey. They are invaluable to me...and I couldn't do what I do without them...

BTW...I forgot to post the prologue because well...I never write them...I may add it on as a "bonus" chapter down the line.

Chapter 4

After she had finally finished, she uncuffed me, and then promptly passed out.

I laid there in bed until my alarm went off at five forty-five. I rolled her off of me to get ready for another day. I had a hard time when I tried to sit up on my side of the bed to get dressed. The sharp pain seized my body with each breath that I took. I worried how I would explain this one to anyone who noticed.

I worried that she might have cracked my ribs with her kick last night. She took Tae-Bo Kickboxing lessons to keep in shape, apparently they worked.

When she took self-defense classes a year ago, I was black and blue for a month solid as she practiced every new maneuver on me.

I hated my life. I hated what I had allowed myself to become. I had always been quiet, shy, going mostly unnoticed by my peers. I had a few close friends, a great family and I had lived a comfortable life before she came along.

I hated her. It has taken me a few years but I can say that without cringing now. I truly hate her.

But yet, I never left her. The evidence she has against me could ruin my family and would only serve to disappoint them further in me than they already are.

How I allowed myself to be swept up in this mess, I still don't understand. Where did I go wrong? Am I to blame somehow? I didn't trust my initial gut instinct and my life fucking sucks now.

As I showered I let my mind wander and I thought of Bella. She was very pretty. I couldn't help but wonder if she was mean to her boyfriend. I didn't think that she was. She didn't seem the type.

A sudden thought crossed my mind... my girlfriend hadn't seemed to be the type when I first met her, either.

"Hi Edward, I've seen you around the campus but I never see you at any of the parties. I've been waiting for a chance to meet you. I can't believe I finally tracked you down."

I stared at this tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed model that stood before me in the stacks at the Law Library.

"Hi...um, what was your name?" I mumbled and willed myself not to stutter. My mind was completely confused as to why she would want to track me down.

"Tanya, Tanya Denali." She said as she held out her hand.

I shiver when I think of that day. How I wish now that I had turned and ran away like my gut instinct told me to do. Deep down inside I wanted to, but just the day before my mother had lectured me about opening myself up to new people. How I needed to find a nice girl to settle down with.

I wanted to be loved and cherished, I wanted a partner to spend my life with, so I went against my own objections. I began to date Tanya and my life in hell began.

I finished my shower and dried off. Once I was dressed, I noticed the mess that Tanya had left all over the house when she got home last night.

I sighed and picked it all up, because I simply did not want to hear about my imcompetence today.

Not when I'm sure there are a million other things that I've done wrong, that I'm going to hear about instead.

As I cleaned up the spilt milk and rinsed out the bowl to put in the dishwasher, I couldn't help scream in my head, someone, anyone, please rescue me.

A/n: *hides behind my sofa* Well? I'll be waiting for your response...

Don't forget 2 updates again tomorrow.

Kyla