Ehem, hello fellas. Okay, so here is my new fan fiction! I posted it a wee while ago but I did pull it off the site when I was lacking time to write and update, so I've reposted it and there are a few changes but the majority of the writing is the same. I have the first few chapters finished, so they'll be updated regularly but after that don't expect anything amazing until maybe the summer holidays.

Summary: Iridescent - Displaying a spectrum of colours that shimmer and change due to interference and scattering as the observer's position changes. What she views as a normal life, he will see as torture and abuse. Worlds collide, colours change.

I suppose I should warn you there are some dark themes in this, like rape and abuse, and Edward is an ass hat at various points, but please refrain from killing him, or the fan fiction will be slightly ruined.

Disclaimer: I own 86 pieces of Twilight merchandise, but not the franchise. *sigh*

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone
And I need you now.
Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control.
And I need you now.
Need You Now – Lady Antebellum


So, here I was again. In the situation I'd been in for the last 17 years of my life before I found myself in a place so different to the life I was used to I was overwhelmed... In love... out of anything my mind could ever have imagined. But dreams don't last- do they? I wasn't meant to have a good life, obviously.

"If you ever pull a stunt like that again, you're dead meat bitch." A fist hit me full force right across my face and, I'm sure, broke my cheek bone. There'll be bruising there tomorrow and for the next however many years of my life- not many though, I can presume.

"I said, you'll be dead meat bitch!" He screamed at me, "Do you understand what that means dog?"


"Yes what?"

"Yes, master." The tears began falling from my eyes as he hit the other cheek- another bruise, another lifetime of pain. As if my body wasn't already broken enough as it was. Each tear stung as it hit the broken bones but I couldn't care less. I was sure the tears were tinted red with the blood that had previously dried on my face from the scratches he'd made sure I would inflict myself.

The fleas had got to me- that's what he told me. He told me to scratch, he told me to scratch until I cut, until I felt the pain and the blood.

"Clean yourself up you fucking waste of space." He ordered me and pointed towards the little dingy room to the side of the already, dark and haunting space. I took one step towards the room before I felt the air forced out of me.

"You don't walk dog! Dog's don't fucking walk, they fucking CRA-" but I didn't hear the rest, in fact, I was sure my senses died on the spot as my vision blurred and covered over with darkness and I fell into a familiar oblivion with only a splitting 'thwack' to fill my ears.

Edward, help me, please...

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