Twenty One

**Bella's POV**

The moment Matt storms into the room, I know that my life might finally be coming to an end. He pounces on me with his rough hands, his grip bruising my skin.

"I think it's high time we get to do what we were supposed to do on our wedding night. Don't you think, sweet Bella?"

I grit my teeth at the thought of him laying his filthy hands on me, while also trying to block out the humiliation laced in his voice, but it's no use. The experience is excruciating, both physically and emotionally, and I can feel tears slipping from the corners of my eyes.

I shut my eye tight as he climbs on top of me. I am more aware of his presence on top of me, than the fact that he was already removing my clothes.

A pain filled scream leaves my throat as he thrusts inside me. I gasp, clutching onto the sheets tighter as he continues thrusting in and out of me. His groans fill the room. The weird sound make bile rise up to my throat.