A/n: Well, here's a new story that I've actually been working on for quite some time. It's sort of drabble style but lengthier...It's almost complete so I will post 1 chapter a day until it's done, except for today...I will post 2 chapters...one now and one later on this afternoon so to get your feet wet with this one.

WARNING: This story contains DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, if this is a "trigger" for you, you need to be aware that the subject matter is heavily dosed in this fic. HOWEVER, the actual physical violence will be MINIMAL and I will ALWAYS warn you beforehand.

I have to say a huge THANK YOU to Bnjwl, Lvtwilight09, EdwardsEternal, Kitkat681 and Reyes139 for sticking with me on this one...I know that it wasn't all there cup of tea but they encouraged me every step of the way when this plot bunny hit a little over a month ago.

BNJWL: I know you wanted "more" to happen with this one and I love you for it. Just know that I appreciate ALL that you've done w/ it and for me...but...I couldn't wait...couldn't relinquish control...so...here it is. In all it's glory.

Thank you to all my lovely readers and supporters. I appreciate your continued support in the hiatus of all my other fics. The only reason I'm posting this one is because it's all pre-written. As soon as my health is better, I WILL be back to posting my regular updates! MWAH!

Now, on with the show.

DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT STEPHENIE MEYER. I just enjoy a broken Edward.

Bruises.

I hate having to find ways to cover the bruises.

This time, I'm not sure how to cover the bruise you left on me.

A hand print is clearly visible across my cheek.

I can't call in sick again this week, but there is no reasonable explanation for the mark you left on me. Especially when all I asked was if she had any laundry that needed to be done.

She flew into a rage and screamed at me for being so weak as to want to take care of her laundry. I thought that's what nice boyfriends did for their girlfriends.

She punched my chest and smacked my head.

She slapped me across the face then demanded that I fuck her.

I wasn't even hard. How could I be hard when she just assaulted me?

I thought that I loved her, but this morning I realized love shouldn't hurt. Not this much. Not this way.

But, I can't leave her because she's made sure I have nowhere to go. She's destroyed my relationship with my parents; my sister has to sneak phone calls to me at work once a week just to check on me. My friends have all given up on me.

I am alone.

I'm lucky she allows me to work. But someone has to support her habits after my parents cut me off financially once I told them that I wouldn't leave her. That was back when I still thought that she loved me, before I realized this is who she really is. I would take it all back now if I could.

I have no idea where to turn or how I can get out of this mess. But, I have to because there's nothing left for me to endure, except death.

Someone, please rescue me.

A/n: Still with me? *cringes*

I'll post another update later this afternoon and then we'll go to the normal once a day update posting schedule.

Kyla