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The pic is just to give you an idea of her new hairstyle.

3 weeks later...

Bella's pov

I was finally out of hospital and Paul had been staying with me ever since. I had decided to get a hair cut today and Paul stood outside the small saloon.

The woman Jessica, smiled at me a and spoke about the options but I showed her a picture of what I wanted and closed my eyes obeying to her every wish.

Paul and I hadn't done anything besides hugging and holding hands. If I was being honest, I was really scared of doing anything. My nights were haunted by a man who targeted me because of my mother.

I loved Paul and wanted nothing more than to just be ok... But I couldn't just force it... But I could change things to try help it along. So cutting my hair was one of the things.

And I was going to try kiss Paul. I needed to see what my limit was...

I had been so deep in thought that I hadn't noticed that Jessica had finished and was calling my name.

"Huh, oh sorry I'm thanks. It looks..." I gasped as I act silly looks at myself in the mirror. "Amazing. Wow it's beautiful"

Standing up, I paid and I left. Paul gapped at me shocked. "Do you like it?" I asked softly. Paul began to lift his hand and I saw a flash of when Joshua beat me, I cowered back frightened for a moment, until I could finally see Paul again.

Paul flinched and he looked beyond hurt. Then he grew angry. I could see the anger in his eyes.

"Bella how many times do I have to tell you" Paul closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose angrily. He opened his eyes and continued on. "I won't hurt you ever. I fucken love you"

I stopped moving as fear ate at my stomach. I cautiously walked up to him and lifted my hand up to his cheek. His expression softened and he pulled me into a hug. He rested his head at the crook of my neck. I shivered at the slightly pleasurable feeling. Pauls arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me directly against his body and I put a hand on the back of his neck an my other arm went around his shoulders.

"I'm sorry Paul. I'm so sorry" I felt pain in my chest. I hated the monster who was taking even this from me.

Taking Pauls hand, I pulled him to the car. "Let's go home" I begged. I had decided that it was time to see just how far I needed to push my limit.

For myself and for Paul. It was time for change and to rebuild myself from the broken pieces.

Once we got home, I pulled a silent Paul up the stairs and into the bathroom across from my room. I switched on the shower. Then I undressed. Paul was silent and I could feel his eyes on me. Once I was undressed , I couldn't even look at myself so I closed my eyes. I still had bruises. Yes it had been three weeks but I had been beaten by a werewolf.

Paul placed his hand on my shoulder and turned me to face him.

"Beautiful" Paul rasped. I shook my head as I trembled in fear. "Bella you don't have to"  Pauls whispered. He brushed his hand across my cheek.

I shook my head and undid his belt. Then I got into the shower. The heat was beyond amazing across my skin. "Paul are you coming" I asked softly.

I was facing the wall, from which the water poured. My body and hair was now wet.  I felt Paul climb in behind me. My shower was a bath tub, which had a shower curtain to give us privacy.

I heard the curtain close and Paul came and hugged me from behind. I shivered at the feel of his body.
Mature content ahead.
Turning around, I took a deep breath and kissed him. Our lips tangled passionately. The kiss grew heated and Paul picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt his hardness poke against my core before entering me. I arched my hips  and rotated them, moaning. Flashs of Joshua rushed through my mind. So I opened my eyes and stared into Pauls eyes. Time seemed to slow and pleasure seemed to build. Intensely we stared.

"Fuck... Bella" Paul grunted. Our eyes never left one another. I could feel my body close to the edge.

"Bella, I love you" Paul whispered softly. That threw me over the edge. An orgasm ripped through me and Paul followed.

We clung to one another. I felt almost as if Joshua had never touched me. As if my body was cleansed from the monsters evil touch and for the first time in three weeks, I cried. Paul had sat down as the water poured and held me while I cried.