”And if you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do.”

Your family was… interesting. Your dad drank all the time, and beat your mom and you all the time. To say the least, you hated being at home. Many years later, in your adulthood, these past experiences influenced your love life greatly. You had daddy issues, which meant that you liked men old enough to be your father. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but you really did like older men. When you met Carlisle, your mind was blown away. How could he be such a gentleman? He was everything you’ve ever dreamed of. You had a bad day? He’d cuddle you and listen to you. You were hungry? He cooked his special dishes to see you happy. And if you were on your period? He’d go all out, buying pads, painkillers and a ton of chocolate. Then he’d give you a massage to ease the tension in your muscles. He was really the perfect man, and you thought, he must’ve been written by a woman. Only thing that was looked upon was the age gap between you two. Carlisle was 37, and you were 23. But did any of you care? No, not even the slightest. One day, you decided to tell him about your past. “Honey, can I tell you something?” You asked as you walked into the living room of your shared apartment. “You can tell me anything.” Carlisle smiled as he opened his arms wide. “Come here, I wanna hug you.” You walked to him, and he instantly pulled you into a tight hug. “My dad was a really shitty man.” You said quietly, burying your face into his shoulder. “Hm? What did you say?” “My dad was a really shitty man. He used to beat me when he was drunk. And he was drunk all the time, so I got used to those whoopings real quick.” You tried to joke. Carlisle seemed shocked. He thought “How could anyone treat my queen like that?” “I think sometimes I deserved it.” “Stop this nonsense, darling. Nobody deserves to be beaten, especially you. If you were my little girl, my daughter, I wouldn’t even dare to lay a single finger on you.” He cupped your cheeks, and a single tear escaped from your eye. Carliske’s heart broke at the sigh of you crying. His thumb brushed the stray tear away. “My love, I promise that I’ll never hurt you in any way. You deserved a good man to be your father, but you got an alcoholic abuser. He could never treat you like the treasure you are, and now, it’s my job to do so. And now that I know this, I promise that you won’t have to go through that again. Ever. I love you.” He said, and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He promised himself that he’d never let anyone hurt you. And he knew, if anyone tried to do unimaginable harm to you, he’d kill them without hesitation.