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A/N: UPDATE: I had deleted my preface, I read it again and I didn't think it was right to start the story on such a confusing note. Maybe if I had to posted chatpter 1 as well it might have worked out better. For those of you on the alert list, this is the same chapter just with a disclaimer and this update.

WARNING: IT'S RATED M FOR A REASON This chapter mentions talks of abuse, physical abuse and is mostly bruises, there is NO RAPE in my story, ALL sex is CONSENSUAL although it may not seem like it while reading, just keep in mind that it is. If physical abuse such as bruises and pushing are something you would rather not read then click my profile and read Lost and Found instead, it's light and fun, unlike this story.

THERE WILL BE A HEA!

Okay no more warnings, read on!

I took a chance, I took a shot

And you might think I'm bulletproof, but I'm not

You took a swing, I took it hard

And down here from the ground I see who you are

Isabella's POV

"You're so stupid Isabella." James growled as he walked passed me, pushing his body into mine causing me to stumble backwards into the kitchen counter. I tried not to let my pain show as my already bruised hip made contact. "Get this house cleaned up, I have friends coming over tonight." Without a second glance he walked towards the living room and sat in his favorite chair in front of the television.

This has been the routine for the past seven months after my parents passed away in a car accident. It was the day before we were scheduled to arrive home from our honeymoon. Something in James changed that night and his real personality began to shine through.

James pinned me on the bed causing me to giggle as he covered my face and neck with quick kisses. It was the last day of our honeymoon before we would both be going back to the real world. The past two weeks had been wonderful and although I knew it had to end, I was going to miss it dearly. James had surprised me with a trip to a private island which his parent's friend owned. We were secluded from others unless we went to the main island, and although I wasn't too sure at first, now I know it was a wonderful choice.

My phone rang causing me to jump but when I went to reach for it James stopped me. "Ignore it." He said through kisses.

"James it could be my parents, I need to answer it." With a sigh, he released my arms and I quickly answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I need to speak with Isabella Dwyer please." The voice sounded full of authority.

"Yes this is she."

"Hello Mrs. Dwyer, my name is Constable Devin Green, I'm with the Forks Police department, and I sadly regret to inform you of your parents passing. There was a major accident on the highway just outside of Seattle and unfortunately your parents were in said accident. There were three other vehicles involved and sadly no survivors."

"No." I whispered mostly to myself. "No, this can't be true…it just can't."

"I'm very sorry Mrs. Dwyer, I was told to inform you even though you are away on vacation. I wish I could have called with better news." He sighed. "Your dad was a good man and an ever better chief, he will be greatly missed."

I couldn't get the words out as the phone slipped from my hands and the tears started rolling down my face like a waterfall. Somewhere in the background I could hear James speaking. Although I unsure whom he was speaking to.

"Thank you sir, yes…okay we will…you too…thanks again." I heard the phone snap close then strong arms wrapped around my waist as I cried. My life was falling apart at the seams.

James held me for hours that day, but by dinner time I had no more tears left to cry and a massive headache. I heard James moving around in the kitchen, footsteps down the hall, then a hand on my shoulder.

"Dinner is ready baby, come get something to eat." James said softly as he gently rubbed my shoulder. I shook my head, my whole body felt numb.

"Isabella, you need to eat. I know this has been a hard day for you but you also haven't eaten anything today. I let you lie in bed and grieve for the past eight hours; the least you can do is come eat with your husband." I didn't move or make a sound until James grabbed my arms and pulled me from the bed. I yelped in surprise but he just continued to haul my body from the bed and over his shoulder.

Once in the dining room he stood me on my feet then gave me a gentle shove towards the chair. "Sit." I obeyed. "Eat." I obeyed. The table fell into an awkward silent and the only sounds which could be heard was the clinking of the fork hitting the plate as the person collected more food.

I finished my dinner, I don't know how I ate it all, and I wouldn't be able to tell you what it was or how it tasted, but the plate was cleaned before I set my fork down on the plate for a final time.

"Shower," James commanded and once again I obeyed.

After my shower, I was feeling a little better. My headache was gone and my eyes didn't burn any longer. The pain in my stomach from hunger was gone and I felt more alive than I had been all day. Once I had the robe wrapped around my waist I went to find my husband, to thank him for looking after me today.

I was just about to round the corner and enter the kitchen when I heard him talking.

"Do you have the house sold? Good, good, we will be home by two pm…make sure it's ready…you know I'm not a patient man…say it again I dare you…I have to go, see you tomorrow…bye." James stood in front of me before the call had even ended. "Tsk, tsk Isabella, it's not polite to eavesdrop on another person's phone call."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear anything I swear, I was just coming to find you to thank you for taking such good care of me today when I was emotionally shut down. I know today must've been just as hard on you because I wasted our last day of our honeymoon."

"You're right, it is all your fault. You may have lost your parents but that don't give you any reason to shut me out when all I was doing was looking out for your well-being. The news of your parents passing is a blessing in a curse, you see, now we are financially settled and I don't have to share you with anyone else. You are all mine now." He gripped my wrist to pull me closer to him. We were touching chest to chest when he spoke again. "The honeymoon ends now, I'm sick of tending to your every need. You are the wife in the relationship and therefore it is your job to tend on me. I'll be the one with the full time job who will be supporting our family while you are playing housewife. Besides, the woman belongs in the kitchen. Now, I need to take my wife one last time before she begins packing our suitcases for tomorrow's flight." While trying to register what the hell just happened, James wasted no time in spinning my body around to face the direction of our room and give me a gentle push towards it.

When he took my body that night, although consensual, all I could feel was pain. My life went from amazing to a nightmare in less than twenty-four hours. If the rest of my life was going to be anything like the past three hours, we were both in for a bumpy ride. Him and his failed attempts to get me to submit, and me with my punishments for every time I fail a task or disobey him. I knew then and there that I needed to get out of this relationship and now.

James changed that night, and after three months of beating beaten within an inch of my life or being locked in the basement until I was begging him to release me, I decided it was time to give in. It was the third month after my parents death when began to look out for myself and obey his every command. I wasn't in a sense, giving up, but I was more or less playing it smart until I could escape this prison. It worked because little by little he was being to give me small amount of freedom seeing as he thought he had broken my spirit.

The past two months he has letting me enter the grocery store alone. Once a week I would make a trip to the grocery store -with him watching my every move while entering and exiting the store- but he'd always wait in the car. It's become a routine that the ladies working at the grocery store would charge me more than the actual total so I'd be able to keep the change for myself. It was the day after James had handled me a bit too roughly when they notice my bruises on my face despite my attempts to cover them up. I have been keeping the left over change after every shopping trip and even though it's not much, I have about sixty dollars saved at the moment and it's growing weekly.

I kept myself busy for the next two hours by making the already spotless house even more spotless. The entire time I cleaned the living room I could feel James' eyes on me. At one point his arms reached out to grab me around my waist causing me to yelp as he pulled me closer to him.

"When my friends get here you will serve us drinks then go to your room for the remainder of the evening. Be waiting and ready for me when they leave." James said into my neck. I could smell the alcohol on his breath already and it was only eight pm. I nodded, not trusting my voice and by his reaction it seemed to please him. "The second you hear them leave, you better be ready for me." Again I nodded as he ran a hand across my stomach. I tried to keep my breathing even as I prayed he wouldn't notice the small bump under my loose shirt. My prayers were answer when he kissed my neck and pushed me away.

I found out two weeks ago that I was pregnant, but as of right now, the bump is barely visible. Angela is the only person who knows about this and until I can no longer keep it a secret, that's the way it will stay. They only reason she knows is because I ran into her at the grocery store last month. Although I hadn't seen her since before the wedding, with her being my best friend knew right away something was different. She quickly bought me a pregnancy test and stood by my side as I waited for the results. When two small blue lines appeared my heart had begun to beat widely in my chest.

I still go on my weekly shopping trips, but last week I cut my trip short and made a visit to the doctor office on the top floor of the grocery store. Seeing as James gives me two hours a week for shopping I know that if I finish everything in forty-five minutes, I'd still have lots of time to see my doctor. It also helps that the manager's daughter is Angela, who is also the assistant manager, so although they know little about my life, the ladies at the cash are on my side meaning that if James were to come in looking for me, they would easily make up an excuse and cover quickly for me.

It was only minutes after I had turned the knob on the stove to the off position when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly made my way to the door, which was expected of me, and answered it.

"Good evening." Those were the only words I spoke as I moved out of the way to let the gentlemen into the house.

"James, you ass, how are you?" A booming voice asked as I closed the door and made my way back to the kitchen.

"Emmett, always a delight I see. I'm good, how are you?" I almost fell to the floor in shock when I heard the tone of James' reply. I hadn't heard him talk that way since a few weeks before we had gotten married.

"Good man, did you hear the good news? I'm going to be a father!" Emmett's voice rose with each word. His excitement was clear and I swore I felt the floor shake until my feet.

"Congrats, you're going to make a wonderful father. Although I don't understand why you would want to be tied down to one woman. I mean, look at your options, and besides, you have girls flaunting over you all the time!" I blanched at James' words but quickly composed myself, I am a nobody.

"Aren't you married James?" Another voice spoke up.

"Yes, but I still like to keep my options open." He laughed and after that I quickly tuned them out until I heard James call for me.

Making my way to the living room I could see James and four other men sitting around the living room.

"Yes James?" I asked.

"Bring us some drinks will you darling?" I tried my best to keep my face composed once again at James' overly sweet tone, then quickly nodded and left the room. Once in the kitchen, I grabbed the beers which were sitting in the fridge and hurried back to the living room. I handed each of the men a bottle then as I was turning to exit someone spoke up.

"James, how come you didn't introduce your wife?" I didn't know who the voice belonged to but it was velvety, smooth and oddly familiar, his voice was one of a strong leader that demanded attention and I knew James was stuck between a rock and a hard place when it came to turning down his suggestion to introduce me.

Not missing a beat, James stood by my side, wrapping his arm around my waist and quickly introduced me, "Isabella, these are my friends, Emmett, Edward, Jasper and Garrett," gesturing to each respectively, "Men, this is my lovely wife, Isabella." He gave me an awkward one arm hug and a kiss on my cheek.

As I gazed as each of the men sitting around the room, my eyes lingered on one a bit longer than the others. His voice, his eyes, but especially his smile; where have a seen him before? I quickly lowered my gaze and reminded myself that I am a married woman.

"It's lovely to meet you, Bella." The one who was introduced as Edward commented as I blushed deeply. It was then I realized both of our mistakes; his for calling me Bella, mine for reacting to it.

A/N: okay so what did you think? Thanks to those who stuck with me even after the preface, I'm not sure if I would read on if I was in your place but the summary would definitely catch my attention!

Now that my first chapter is posted, all reviewers will get a peek into the next chapter which should be posted by tomorrow :)