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I only ask that all the readers please pay close attention to the warnings for this story. If after reading these warnings, you decide that this isn't your cup of tea, STOP READING NOW!!!!

For those of you who have decided to see this through, enjoy!!!
Title: Long Way To My Happy Ending
Author: Blondiebear
Rating: NC-17


Elizabeth stared sightlessly at the razor blade in her hand as she lounged in her luxurious bath tub. With each passing day, her thoughts and feelings were becoming more depressing, more stressful.....more suicidal. It just hurt to simply be. Every time she looked in the mirror, Elizabeth was reminded of what she was allowing herself to become and how powerless she was to stop it. She didn’t even recognize who she was anymore. It wouldn’t be long before she was just a shell of a person.

To anyone looking iin, Elizabeth was the luckiest woman in the state of New York. She had everything that any one could ever want out of life. Elizabeth had a great circle of friends and an amazing penthouse apartment in the upper-class part of the city. Elizabeth was the ‘it’ girl because she was the wife of one of the most successful lawyers in New York. Her ‘loving’ husband made so much money that she never had to lift a finger to work if she chose not to.

Elizabeth was living the life a queen...

...If only Elizabeth saw it that way.

In reality, Elizabeth’s ‘great’ friends were all phonies and gave less than a rat’s ass about her. The confinement that Elizabeth refused to call home seemed to always be cold and lonely. She always felt like she was in a museum with all the priceless furniture and art pieces. Elizabeth was forced not to work and really wished that she could. Oh, and that ‘loving’ husband of hers wasn’t a loving husband at all. Elizabeth’s ‘loving’ husband was the reason why her life had taken a turn for the worst. He was the reason why she contemplated ending her life for the last two years.

If only she had never met him.....

Elizabeth Summers and Liam Angel O’Brien had been married for six years. They had met not long after Elizabeth moved to New York. She was 25 years old and fresh out of graduate school and Angel was 28, just starting out as a lawyer for Wolfram&Hart. At first, they dated casually, not wanting to rush into anything. Angel was sweet and passionate. To Elizabeth, he had known and seen so much in his young life and that intrigued her. It didn’t take long for her to fall for him and Angel seemingly fell for her. In less than a year, she moved in with him and shortly after that Angel proposed. Blinded by what she thought was true love; Elizabeth paid no mind to the voice inside her heart that was telling her things were moving too fast. The wedding was planned in three months.

The wedding party included Angel’s family, friends and colleagues. Elizabeth wasn’t close with any of her family and the one person that she was close with had died some years before. Angel’s parents had been dead against the marriage but his father gave her away nonetheless. They wanted their son to be happy so they kept their complaining to a minimum. It was a very nice ceremony. Because Angel had landed his first big case, they put off their honeymoon. He’d made it up to her with a trip to Paris for a week and even after they returned to New York, the honeymoon bliss had followed them home. Elizabeth felt like she was on top of the world.

Soon, the wind was knocked out of her sails and Elizabeth was brought back down to earth.

Not even a year into the marriage, Angel had started turning into a man that Elizabeth didn’t recognize anymore. It started off as little things at first. He would pick arguments over the smallest incidents, like Elizabeth not picking up his dry cleaning or not making his coffee just the way he liked it. Often he would make her feel inferior and as if she didn’t know anything. He suddenly developed the ‘I’m right and you’re wrong’ attitude when most of the time, he hadn’t a clue what he was talking about. When the firm gave Angel a big promotion, things changed completely. Since his cases were going so well, he made Elizabeth quit her job at the art gallery. His argument was that he made enough money for the both of them. He would come home late and act as if she was in the wrong for questioning his whereabouts. Angel constantly blew her off to go to one of his pricey client dinners or work late at the office. Angel never wanted to enjoy quiet nights at home alone with her and seemed to throw a fit every time she asked him to.

Just when Elizabeth thought that the worst of his behavior was over, one night Angel did the unthinkable and hit her. Saying that it was an accident soon after and promising that he would never do it again, Elizabeth forgave him. It wasn’t long before he hit her again, and again and again. Soon it became a regular occurrence. To this very day, Elizabeth couldn’t remember why he hit her that first time. More than likely, it was over something really trivial. If Elizabeth looked at Angel the wrong way, he blew up.

The one and only time Elizabeth tried to get away from Angel, he made her pay for it dearly when he caught up to her. The beaten she suffered scared her a even thinking of running away again. And it wasn’t as if she could tell anyone about Angel’s dirty deads. To everyone else, Angel really was....an angel. Elizabeth knew better though. It was just a shame that she realized it too late.

Elizabeth let out a small sob of despair. Finally tearing her emotionless eyes from the instrument that would bring her so much relief, she sighed and placed it on the edge of the tub. She knew she couldn’t do it because she had never been a coward and had never taken the easy way out. Besides, if she failed at her attempt, and more than likely she would, Angel would make things worse for her once she recovered. Elizabeth lay back against the head of the tub and closed her eyes. She sighed once more as she struggled to find a time in her life when she was happy. It had been so long that Elizabeth didn’t know what felt like. Sinking further into the slowly cooling water, she tried her best to relax for a while.

Angel would be home soon.

“I thought I told you to be dressed by the time I got home.” Angel addressed as he stood in the door way of the bathroom.

Elizabeth nearly jumped out of the water not only at his presence but the displeasure in his voice as well. She clutched her wash cloth to her bare breasts in a lame attempt to cover herself. She had long ago stopped being comfortable around him when she was naked.

“I was just-" she tried to defend her actions. She hadn’t meant to disobey him. She had honestly lost track of time. Unfortunately, Angel wasn’t one for excuses.

“You were just disobeying me. Again,” Angel finished with a sigh. Immediately, Elizabeth started shaking her head in the negative. Her heart rate sped up and she was trembling with fear of what was to come.

“No, I wasn’t. I swear,” she assured in a rush. “I was just a little worn out. I thought I’d take a relaxing bath before your big night.”

Elizabeth thought that if she turned his attentions to the party that his firm was having for him then he’d forget about her so called disobedience.

“Yeah because lounging around on your ass all day tends to get a little exhausting,” Angel’s gaze turned into a glare. Elizabeth held down the angry retort that would surely get her a black eye.

*Whose fault is it that I’m in this damned house all day, huh?*

Instead, she just lowered her head and said the words that she hoped would please him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-"

“You know, you getting to be sorry a lot more than usual these days.” Angel interrupted as slowly prowled closer to where she sat naked in the tub. “I’d teach you a lesson but then that would make us late for my celebration. We’re already running behind schedule because of inability to think of anyone other than yourself.”

Suddenly, he kneeled down and yanked Elizabeth’s arm in a painful grip, which made her profile to him. As he boldly ran his lips, tongue and teeth along her jaw and neck, Elizabeth shivered in revulsion. Angel didn’t seem to notice though because he ever seemed to notice. Just when she thought she would heave from the feel of him touching her, Angel continued speaking in a harsh whisper.

“The car will be here in an hour. I expect you to be dried and dressed in that black gown that I took great time in choosing for you in thirty minutes.”

“Yes.”

“And Buffy?”

God, she hated that name. Angel had started calling her that just after the abuse had started. He used it to mock her and make her feel small. Not having any choice but to answer, Elizabeth did just that.

“Y-yes?” Elizabeth hated that she sounded so weak. That was never a word she would ever use to describe herself years ago and now it seemed to be the only word to describe her.

“Don’t make me come and get you,” Angel’s voice spoke volumes about the punishment she would receive he had to do such a thing. He had never been a man known for his patience. “Am I understood?”

“Yes,” she answered more confidently. Angel placed a chaste kiss on her cheek while his free hand pinched the left nipple of her breast. Biting her tongue to keep her cry of pain and surprise away, Elizabeth shivered as he whispered his last words before he left her alone.

“Good girl.”

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