Prologue
I heard a loud CRACK and tears started pouring down my face. I could smell the rusty blood
spilling down my back. I could hear Charlie, laughing evilly in the background. Suddenly, I fell into a pool
of darkness.
This never happened before Renee died of a heart attack. I lived in a happy, normal family. But
when my mother died, my dad was very depressed. He never left his room and so I did all the work in
the house. One day, I couldn't stand it. He wasn't the only one hurt and broken. I was too. He was being
very selfish. I walked into his room to tell him to stop it when I saw tons of beer bottles all around
the floor. On the bed, was a very drunk Charlie. I don't know how he got the beer with never leaving
the room. He probably snuck out of the house while I was at school. "Dad… Are you all right?" I asked,
worriedly. "Bella. Come here for a minute," he said, his voice very slurred. I walked over to him and
he motioned for me to bend down so he could whisper in my ear. I was scared, but I listened. Suddenly,
I heard a SNAP and felt a pain in my face. Blood poured out of my mouth and I started crying. "That's
what you get for coming into my room without knocking," he yelled. Ever since that day, I got
abused every day. It soothed my father, seeing me get hurt.
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