Hi! It's me! Back with a new story. It is complete, but I think I'll only put up a few chapters at a time. You know, kinda tease you guys a bit... :)

Ok, I just wanna make the story last a little longer than it would if I posted the whole thing now. ;) Please don't be mad.

Oh yeah, and this: I don't own Twilight or anything else. This is for the whole story, chapters 1-15 because I forget things easily and might forget to include it in a chapter or two or three or f...

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-Vampiremoon22

Prolouge

BPOV

It was a lonely existence mostly. There was very little joy in my life. I led a very miserable... very depressing existence. My mom left when I was six. She ran off with some guy named Phil. That's all I know. Not even a last name. I always assumed she'd gone to Arizona. She'd spoken of Phoenix fondly and often. It had been where she'd spent her childhood.

I hurried up the driveway toward home. It was a small house. It wasn't much to look at, but it kept me and my dad dry when it rained. And it rained a lot.

I ran into the kitchen to get dinner started. My dad, Charlie, couldn't cook a meal to save his life. So it was up to me. Dinner couldn't be late either. That was one thing he insisted on. We would sit and eat dinner together every night like a real family.

A few minutes later, dinner was in the oven. I sat down at the kitchen table to do my homework. I told myself that if I did all my work and got good grades, I could get into a decent college and get a good job when I was older.

I finished my homework and put my books away. I heard Charlie's police cruiser coming up the driveway. I listened as he stomped up the back steps and into our kitchen. I nearly gaged when he walked in. I smelled alcohol. He'd been drinking. Again.

Charlie never used to drink. It was a habit he'd picked up only in the last month or so. He'd go out with a few cop friends on Fridays. It was becoming more frequent though. Almost every night he came home like this.

"Where's dinner?" He asked as he sat in the chair across from me.

"It's not quite done." I answered with a small smile. "Just a few more..."

Charlie stood up and threw his chair backward. "I told you that I want it done when I get home!" he yelled.

"Ch... dad. Calm down. Look." I picked up the timer I'd set. "It's only got another two minutes. I was just finishing up some homework."

"Two minutes?" He asked. "Two minutes is not now, is it?"

"Dad, I..."

"Homework is not as important as dinner!" He screamed, walking over to me. He pulled me out of my chair by my hair and slammed me into the wall. My timer went off then. He picked it up and threw it at me. It hit my stomach. "Sounds like dinner's done." He said, staring at me. "You'd better go get it or it'll burn."

"Y-yeah. I'll go get it now." I picked myself up and hurried to the oven. Thankfully, it hadn't burned. I got plates out for me and Charlie and put the dinner on them. I forced myself to eat a bit, but I wasn't really hungry. Mostly I was in shock. Charlie had never been too violent before. I wrote it off as a one time thing. It would never happen again.

Chapter 1:

The next day, I got home early and started dinner. I didn't exactly fear a repeat of last night, but I still didn't want to make Charlie mad. I worked on my homework upstairs while dinner was cooking. It was Charlie's favorite so maybe he'd be in a better mood.

When my timer went off (thankfully, it still worked.) I ran downstairs and got the dinner out and put it on plates. I set the table and waited for Charlie. He was home a few minutes later, drunk again. He was in a decent mood as he ate. When he was done, he shoved his plate aside and looked at me. "We need to talk." He said.

"We do?" I got up and took our plates to the sink. I sat back down. "About what?"

"I'll just come out and say it. We need more money."

"Oh. I could get a job..."

"No. No, I got it all figured out."

"Okay..."

He handed me a paper bag. "Go put these on."

"What?"

"I'm renting you to Jacob."

"What?" I repeated. "You can't do that!"

"Go put it on!" He was getting mad now.

"No." I said quietly.

"You'll do it if I have to put it on you myself!" He stood up.

"O-Okay dad. I'll go..." I hurried up the stairs. I didn't know what to do. I peered out my window. I could run away. 'Yeah right Bella, you'd probably just end up falling and splitting your head open.' I could call the police. 'Hello Bella, the chief of police is in your kitchen right now! Not to mention the only phone is downstairs! You'd never get past him!'

So I did the only thing I could think of at the moment. I tossed myself on the bed and sobbed. It wasn't like my life wasn't miserable already. My own dad was planning on prostituting me! I lay there for a minute before I heard Charlie holler up at me. "BELLA, YOU'D BETTER BE READY IN FIVE MINUTES!"

Reluctantly, I stared into the paper bag. There was a bright red teddy and some accessories. There were also a few pair of thongs and matching bras. I took out the teddy. It would cover a bit more of me. 'Although not much.' I thought as I went to change. Maybe I could run away. I would have to endure this for tonight, but tomorrow...

'Where would you go Bella?' I asked myself as I changed.

I could go to a battered woman's shelter. I told myself.

'Mm-hm, and then?'

I don't know! I screamed in my head. I don't know. A stream of tears began anew as I left the bathroom and walked slowly down the stairs.

Charlie grabbed my arm when he saw me and hurried me to the door. "Put this over yourself, we don't need everybody to see you that way." He said, tossing me a blanket.

I grabbed the throw blanket he tossed me and wrapped it around myself. For a second, I felt better. Until Charlie ushered me out the door and to the car.

We stopped at a motel in La Push. As Charlie drove around to find a parking spot, I thought about Jacob. He was the son of Charlie's friend Billy Black. Billy was a good guy. He'd never believe that his son would do something like this. Of course, he'd never believe Charlie did this either.

Jacob was a jerk. He'd been trying to get me to date him ever since I can remember. He'd make rude comments or brush against me or whatever at cookouts or parties. He'd bluntly asked me once if I'd have sex with him. It was at an end of summer party on the beach in La Push. Some of his friends had snuck some beer into the party and he was tipsy. But if I remembered correctly, he'd asked, "So Isabella, do you wanna go behind a tree and do it?"

I'd slapped him and said, "When hell freezes over!" And then I walked away, listening to the other kids laugh at him.

Charlie stopped under a streetlight and got out. Soon another car pulled up beside him. I watched in horror as Jacob emerged from the other car. I could hear them talking.

"Let's say... 900." Charlie said.

"900?" Jacob asked. "All night?"

"All night." Charlie confirmed. "I'll be back at 7 to pick her up."

"Deal." Jacob told him and handed him a wad of bills.

They shook hands and Charlie opened my door. "She's all yours Jake. Take care of her." Charlie got back in the driver's seat and then he was gone. And I was alone at a motel with Jacob Black.