Okay people I promised you I would update didn't I? So this was done whilst looking after the most adorable little boys, so it may be a little timid. I have decided I'm going to change things around, make it a little bit more fresh and unlike something you have read fifty times before lol. So without further a due I give you, On My Own.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Bella P.O.V

I sighed, sitting down at the table. I had just arrived for my first semester at Dartmouth and was desperately in need of caffeine. I was at an on campus starbucks which was packed only adding to my irritation. My ribs were hurting and head was pounding but I couldn't go back to my dorm because I had a yet to be assigned one. My dorm advisor (who just happens to be a blonde by the way) had accidentally given myself and some girl named Jessica Stanley the dorm room, since she had arrived first she got dibs.

My body was screaming out at me to find somewhere to lye down, preferably a hospital bed but I knew that once I got some caffeine and took my pain killers I would survive. Perhaps discharging myself from hospital was a bad idea but what else could I do? If I didn't start college on time I would loose my scholarship and that would mean no college. No college would mean staying with Charlie in forks and staying in Forks meant being subjected to Charlie's torture.

Charlie…. Charlie is the monster who helped to father myself and my older brother. I don't recall when I started calling him Charlie instead of dad but I do remember the awful conditions living with him subjected us to. Charlie is the Chief of Police in my home town of Forks. Everyone loves him and those who know any better, knew not to mention anything. He had total power over the people; I swear they fucking had the wool pulled over their eyes. When I was two my mom, Renee, had an affair with a man called Phil. Phil was the knight in shinning armour who was going to whisk us all away to Florida until Charlie discovered it and then the only thing he did was caused my mothers death. I've never discovered what happened that night, the police report says the driver didn't stop and it was a hit and run, however the first initial coroners report stated murder until my father got the Chief Coroner off a drug charge. Now if you were in my shoes who would you believe?

Ever since my mothers death Charlie began to drink and with the drink came the torture. He would beat Emmett and I until one day he went too far, in fact it was my 13th birthday and Charlie got pissed because he said that Emmett had no right to buy me a birthday cake. Emmett was dragged out of the house screaming into the forest and I haven't seen him since. I pray every night that Charlie didn't kill him and that somehow he managed to escape but from the blood I washed off Charlie's clothing that night I doubt it could be possible. After Emmett's departure 5 years ago Charlie had progressively gotten worse. He had warned me that after high school graduation there would be no college. There would only be cleaning, washing and obedience. Under no circumstances would I be leaving Forks.

So I'm sure you can imagine his surprise when he found my letter from Dartmouth thanking me for my application and informing me of my full scholarship. At first he didn't confront me he just sat at the kitchen table staring into space. I came home from school to him waiting there. His eyes following me as I started making dinner. I should have guessed that something was wrong because of the lack of beer cans and liquor bottles. That was the first clue. The second was the thick envelope on the table and the third was him standing up.

"Isabella."

The noise of his gruff voice startled me and I spilt the boiling water over my arm.

"Shit. Fuck that hurt." I hissed and ran over to the tap to put my arm under it.

"Isabella" he repeated in that strange unnatural voice. I knew it well; he often used it before exploding. "Isabella, could you care to explain to me why you have received a letter FROM FUCKING DARTMOUTH?"

I cringed at the loudness of his voice. My hands began to shake.

"Isabella I would advise you to answer me. Why have you received a letter from Dartmouth?"

"I, I, well I just was t, t, t, thinking about maybe going to college," I managed to stutter out.

He put his hands on the table and overturned it growling. I shrieked and step backwards finding myself stuck in a position between Charlie and the sink. I could hear myself whimpering but was unable to stop it despite knowing how it annoyed him. His voice became warped and I knew that he was about to hit me. The yelling seemed to get louder and I could feel his breath on my cheek as he yelled in my air screaming expletives and cursing me out for acting just like my mother. I don't quite remember anything after, that it gets a hazy.

The doctor in the hospital told me that it was because of inter-cranial brain swelling. 3 broken ribs, a swollen brain, a broken nose and wrist and a month later I discharged myself from hospital and sneaked back into the house using the key I always kept under the door matt. I opened the door and was shocked to find the house in disarray. Beer bottles, pizza boxes and bottles of whisky and vodka were scattered around the house. Charlie had obviously not bothered to clean in the month I had been away nor had he bothered to visit me in the hospital. He was using the cover up story that the house had been broken into and he had become "obsessed" with finding my attacker.

Finally my prayers came true. I was able to get out of Forks. Packing my bags was tough because my ribs were still tender but keeping in mind were I was going I tried to ignore the burning sensations throughout my body. All I needed were my documents and I'd be safe. Luckily since I had turned 16 I had kept them under my bed along with some stuff of Emmett's I had saved before Charlie trashed his room.

Placing the stuff in the truck was awkward but finally I had managed it. With one last nervous glance out the rear window I drove passed the Welcome to Forks sign looking out for any police cruisers who would no doubt recognise my beat up old truck. I could barely contain my excitement. I was so nervous I thought I would throw up. I was doing it. What my mom had wanted, I was finally escaping and making a life for myself and I vowed I would do it in memory of the lives she and Emmett had lost in their quest for my happiness. I was off, never planning to return again. Landing at Dartmouth I finally felt free only now I had a weird feeling, I could feel it building up like blood boiling beneath my skin and I knew what it was – I was lonely. I let out a gush of air. I was finally on my own.

Well that's all folks, so tell me, what did you think? Dont read past this the story wont make sense.