BPOV

“No, stop. Please, you’re—you’re hurting me. Stop!” I tried to push him off me, but he wouldn’t budge.

“No, Love. You’ve been very naughty lately. I love you, I truly do, but your actions are not going to be tolerated. You know that,” he whispered menacingly in my ear, slurring his words. I shuddered. He was drunk again. He was always drunk.

“But—But, I don’t even know what I did!”

“Remember when I told you I wanted to spend the day with you today?”

I nodded slowly.

“You didn’t take time off from work. You went anyway. You could’ve done your stupid editing at home, but no! You said it’s better to work from your office. Your office my foot! You are never to disobey me again, got me?”

I nodded again. I was too afraid to do anything else. I’d been meaning to break things off with him for a while now, but I was afraid of the consequences.

Furthermore, I didn’t want him to take out his anger on my three-year old brother. Not only would he hit me, he would hit Jason as well. In fact, all the pain would likely increase exponentially.

I didn’t know what to do about the situation. I couldn’t help it. I felt like a fish trapped by a shark. I had no way of escape.

I had no way of escaping from the horror that was Jacob Black.

EPOV

“Tanya,” I growled. “You need to take more responsibility for your actions. You could’ve lost our baby girl. This is the third time this has happened!”

“But Eddie,” she whined.

“Do. Not. Call. Me. Eddie.”

“Fine,” she huffed. “But Edward, she’s three. She’s old enough to know not to walk away from her mother.”

“I don’t blame her for walking away from her mother,” I whispered underneath my breath, too soft for her to here. “This is not to happen again. You’re the adult. You need to keep an eye on her.”

“Gah, Edward! You know it happens all the time. People are always losing track of their kids. It’s normal. Plus, I can’t help it. I don’t want a daughter, and I’m not going to make the effort to keep track of something I don’t want. She was a mistake. I knew I should’ve gotten an abortion!”

“What. Did. You. Say?! Did you say you wanted to get rid of our daughter?!” I was pissed. I was furious. I was fuming. How could she say something like that?

“Yes, I did, and I still do. Can’t we put her up for adoption?” She batted her eyelashes a few times in an effort to look sexy. She knew it helped calm me down and get me into the bed.

“No!” I roared. Tanya looked taken-aback. I’d never refused her anything. Then again, she had never voiced the idea of abandoning Anna before.

“What!? Are you crazy? We’re not old enough to be parents!”

“Are you crazy, Tanya? We had a baby, now we’re going to keep her. I love her with all my heart. And if you don’t feel the same, feel free to leave.”

Tanya simply harrumphed and walked up the stairs to, I’m assuming, our bedroom. Her hips swayed a bit and I rolled my eyes at the obvious attempt to get me to bed. It wouldn’t work. Not now, not anymore.

“By the way,” I called after her, “We’re both over 25 years old!”