A.N. - So, here we go! Second Time Posting, I wasn't happy with it originally, so here goes almost nothing!!

Things I own : A phone, a Computer, 2 pairs of Converse

Things I don't own: Twilight

Prologue

Izzie Swan walked across the tarmac in front of Forks High School confidently, her arms swinging from side-to-side. She was accompanied by her boyfriend, Mike Newton. The biggest bimbo and the biggest jock in school--the classic relationship. Mike was called over by some of his football team mates, and quickly kissed her goodbye. She walked up to her friends, Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley, just itching to tell them the latest gossip.

"Oh my God! Guess what I just discovered about a certain dweeb who struck gold in the adoption stakes?" Izzie knew the one way to make the girls squeal was to have gossip on Ed Masen. He was the local weird kid, who had been adopted by the Cullen family.

"What is it? Tell us?" Lauren and Jessica begged Izzie for her information.

"Well… I have discovered the reason Mr. Masen was adopted! His mom was a junkie! And she got him hooked as well," Izzie told the girls, not exactly keeping quiet about it.. With Izzie, you were lucky if she didn't scream out the latest 'hot' gossip.

Ed Masen walked past their little group then, and Lauren couldn't resist taunting him

"Hey, Masen. Heard you have a little 'habit'. Want something to calm you before Biology?" Sadly, she was being serious.

Ed stalked past, and Izzie suddenly felt disappointed in herself for what she had just told her friends.

Chapter 1

When we had first gotten together, James seemed so nice. He was polite, and sent me flowers every day. Eventually my house started smelling like the a fresh bouquet of lilies that he sent me every day. He was every girl's dream, and we had decided to move in together.

We had been living together for a couple of months when I realised that James was getting a little bit possessive. He wouldn't let me hang out with my friends when we wanted to have a girls night out. At first, I just accepted his claim that he cared so much about me he didn't want me out of his sight. I also gave up my job for him because he said he didn't like to think of me working when I didn't need to.

The first time he hit me, it was because I didn't have dinner ready when he got home from work. I was instant messaging my friend Lauren from back home, and lost track of the time. I had just gotten the pasta on to cook when he arrived.

"Sorry dinner isn't ready honey. I lost track of the time," I said, walking over and kissing him on the cheek. I had missed him while he was at work.

"What do you mean it's not ready? I'm at work slaving away so you can have your posh house and your fancy clothes and stuff, and the one thing I ask for isn't even done because you 'lost track of time'?'' James shouted. I suddenly felt scared. Why was he being like this? This wasn't the James I had come to know and love. While I was getting the dinner lifted, James whirled me around and slapped me, open palmed, on the cheek.

"What did you do that for?" I asked him nervously. This wasn't something that James had ever done before, and he was scaring me. His grey eyes were filled with anger when I looked into them, and I couldn't understand why. I turned away and kept serving dinner. I put the two plates on the table, and sat down to eat.

"What do you even think you're doing?" James asked, his voice deathly low.

"I'm eating my food. What does it look like?" I replied. I wasn't in the mood for any of his crap. I couldn't believe that he'd hit me, my cheek was still stinging, so I knew that I wasn't dreaming. The boyfriend that I had thought was so wonderful had hit me.

"You don't get to eat tonight! If you don't have dinner done in time, don't expect any food." With that, he picked food and dumped it in the bin. I couldn't believe what he was doing. I ran upstairs and went into the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and started crying. What the hell had happened to make this all go so wrong?

The next year had been more of the same. If I stepped one toe out of line, he'd simply snap. I'd ended up in hospital more times than I'd like to admit, and I was fed up. I was staying in and was a total hermit. The only person I saw caused me so much pain. Yet, part of me still loved him.

The sound of a horn honking snapped me out of my flashback. I'd packed a small rucksack the night before. I opened the door and sprinted out the front door with uncharacteristic grace. Running out to Ciara's car, I wrenched open the door and got in. As soon as I slammed the door shut, Ciara stepped down on the gas and we drove out of there. I was finally free.