t/w
domestic abuse, rape

not proofread

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Clarissa Georgina Tremblay. The squeaky clean baby of Mary's Field's quasi-famous Tremblay family. 

Edward Maurice Blackwood. The only child of Josephine and Nathaniel Blackwood and sole heir to Blackwood Enterprises.

What a perfect couple.

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It had started the summer before Clarissa's sophomore year, the summer before Eddie's senior year. Of course, they were very well acquainted with one another. The Blackwoods, the family that ran one of the richest and most successful companies in the world. The Tremblay's ran a successful Virginian law firm.

"So, Clari, how are you doing this fine afternoon?" He asked, taking his seat on the bench next to her. "I'm fine. A little hot, but mostly fine." She gave a polite smile, like she'd been taught to do her whole life. "A little hot? I personally think you're a lottle hot, but hey, that's just me." He gave the girl a smirk and small giggle escaped Clarissa's lips.

"Thanks." She smoothed the pleats of her skirt, unsure as to what else she was supposed to do with her hands. The awkward silence grew between the two.

"Clarissa, can I ask you something?"

"Uh, sure, go ahead."

"Will you go out with me? Please? Just a dinner?"

Clarissa stared at him, stunned for a second. She'd always liked Eddie Blackwood, he wasn't a horrible guy. But something, buried deep in the back of her mind, was telling her, begging her, to say no. 

"Uh, sure."

God fucking dammit, Clarissa.

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For the next few months, things were fine. Gossip articles wrote about him and her. Clarissa didn't hate it. She'd been interviewed once. But it was Christmas eve when things started to go downhill. Clarissa talked on and on, about nothing in particular.

"Clarissa, can you shut your fucking mouth for once?!"

The yell found the blonde caught off guard. "Yeah." She whispered.

After that, things only got worse.

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He had hit her, he had kicked her. Even on their wedding night. Things never seemed to get better.

"Ed, please, I'm not ready for children yet." She said, pushing his hand off her shoulder. "Why not, Clari?" He asked, inching closer. "I'm just not. What more reason should I fucking need, Edward?!" She pushed him off of her and began walking to the door, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her onto the floor, a yelp escaping her lips.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, Clarissa? You do realize you were nothing before our wedding. And you're still mostly nothing. You are hardly a Blackwood, do you realize that? If anything, you're still little miss Clarissa Tremblay. So the least you could fucking do-"

"Shut up!" She screamed. "Do you ever stop talk-" She was cut off as a swift kick came to her back.

"Stand up, Clarissa."

She kept her gaze as she stood. He pushed her onto the couch, despite her begging. Like her mind had begged her all those years ago to say no when he asked her out. 

Nine months later, they gave birth to son named Edward Jr of all fucking things.

a/n I was gonna write another scene but then I didn't