A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read this fanfic. It's my first and I'm pretty sure I have no idea what I'm doing. The story idea just came to me one day while driving. This is an all-human fic with traditional pairings brought to us by Stephenie Meyer.

I will be using both BPOV and EPOV.

I want to send a special thanks to cclore for 1) putting up with my rants, 2) providing me insight into what boys bond over, and 3) just being so fucking awesome.

*Note: There are some strong themes in this fic. None of which I take lightly.

I don't own these characters, I just play with them.

Fate & Forgotten Secrets

Prologue

It's just like before. Like the last time. It all began so small, but quickly escalates into something more. It seems like we are always fighting now. We fight about everything from washing dishes to what movie to see. If I am honest with myself I can say that I probably push him on some night's to get a reaction. So I can feel something, so I can see that he feels anything instead of this shell of a couple that we have become. This night, I simply say that I will not be able to attend a dinner because I have a deadline to meet and where there used to be understanding, I am only met with anger.

"Fuck your deadline!" he shouts at me, stalking in my direction.

Immediately by body recoils, trying to hide from whatever may be coming my way. He had never hit me before, but that didn't mean there isn't a reason to be afraid. He stops in his path and glares at me. I know that in just a few steps he can get to me before I would ever be able to get out of his way. I don't say anything. I just stand here. Shaking. Waiting.

Before I know it his lips are crashing hard on mine and my arms are in a vice grip in his large hands, pinned to my sides. I can taste the alcohol on his breath- harsh & bitter. The grip is painful. He is hurting me and I am not able to pull away. And suddenly I can't breathe. As I turn my head to get some air he lashes out and smacks my face hard enough to send my small frame flying to the floor in shock and pain- I can't be sure what is worse, the shock or the pain. I must have bit my cheek when he struck me because I can feel a warm liquid in my mouth and I feel a little faint. I will myself not to swallow and not to wipe my mouth. The sight of my own blood will render me incoherent and useless. I sit here for a second before I whip my head up to glare at him.

What I see there is anger, hatred, fear and...lust. Immediately, I'm scared. I do not welcome the crippling feeling as it racks my brain making it hard to handle what is going on. As I get up to run I barely make it two steps before he has his strong arms around my waist and I am hoisted off of the floor. I can't even scream. Fear has my voice trapped in my throat incapable of release. My limbs feel numb, though I have a vague recollection of them flailing around.

He buries his face in my neck and drags his tongue along the length. "You are so heavenly Bella," he states through gritted teeth, as he continues to stalk through the house with my shaking body in his arms. My hair is thrown in my face and my eyes are sealed shut, afraid of what is happening. Begging to God that this will end. Now. Soon. Please. Suddenly, I am thrown down and my body hit sthe mattress. In that instant, I know this is NOT going to be like the last time...

A/N: And so it begins…