A/N this is my first fanfic, sorry if it's crap. Please rate and review, it would really help.

Thanks, Tani xx

Prologue

I lay in bed listening to Scream and Shout, humming along to the lyrics. All of a sudden I hear Phil my stepdad stumble in loudly. What's wrong with him, he never behaves like this. I hear him stomping up the stairs. The next minute he throws open my door. I sit up on my bed and look at him "Phil, what's wrong?" I say. He strides over to me and drags me by hair onto the floor. I scream, pain shooting from my scalp. He brings his head closer to mine; I can smell the alcohol lingering on his breath. He must be drunk. Out of nowhere I feel his palm strike me hard across the face. A cry of pain escapes my lips Phil tears my clothes from my body. I try to struggle against him but he is too strong "No please, No!" I plead. He ignores me, a cold smile twisting across his lips. He drags of my jeans and rips my panties viciously. I am now completely exposed to him. Showing him parts of me that no one had ever seen. I screamed again, fear overwhelming me. He slap me across the face again and says "shut up, you stupid bitch." The first words he's spoken since he came into my room and began to degrade me. He lowers his body onto mine, I try to buck him off me but his large weight is too much for me. My situation has suddenly become clear to me now. I am going to be raped. By my stepdad. He thrusts hard into me, tearing through my virginity. Stripping me of my innocence. I cry out in pain. It's excruciating. He punches me and slaps me repeatedly, trying to get me to shut up. He continues to push himself into me. I sob loudly. It all becomes too much for me. Suddenly, he groans and collapses on top of me. I feel something warm and disgusting trickling down my thighs.

Phil gets off of me and leaves the room, not saying anything. A few minutes later I hear the front door slam closed. I get up and run into the shower. I turn the water as hot it can go and scrub my skin harshly, trying to remove every trace of Phil from my body. But it doesn't work. I feel dirty, used, tainted. The tears running down my face mix with the hot water.

As soon as I enter my room, guilt and shame overwhelm me. What must I have done to make Phil do this to me? What did I do wrong? I put some clothes on, wincing as the fabric rubs against my skin, red and raw from scrubbing.

I feel my insides twist with disgust. My emotions were too much. I need some kind of release.

I walk down the stairs towards the kitchen, a sharp spear of pain shooting through me with each step I take. Once in the kitchen, I open a drawer and pull out the sharpest blade I can find and place it on my wrist, pressing slightly. No! I think. Dying is the coward's way out. I cannot let him win. I move the blade from my wrist to my thigh, close to where it happened. I won't commit suicide then, I'll just cut. That should be fine. I drag the blade across my skin. I gasp with the pain, the look at the blood leaking from the cut. I feel as if every negative emotion is seeping out with the blood.

But it isn't enough. I want it all gone, I want release. I make another cut, enjoying the clear pain. I can almost see my guilt, shame and disgust flowing from the wound.

Dropping the blade with a clatter, I realise what I have done. There's something wrong with me. I pick up the blade, clean it then run to my bedroom. I stare at the ceiling, not sleeping but crying silently. What situation have I put myself in now?

Paul

I watch as the monster I am forced to call my father beat my mother within every inch of her life. I can't help her, I can't fight back. I wince as I see it, feeling every hit, kick, punch and slap as if they were directed at me. Watching as he tears her clothes from her body, something snaps inside of me. I run towards him and try to push him off her. He laughs in my face at my weak attempts. He throws me to the ground and me in my side. I feel a sharp pain as one of my ribs break. All of a sudden he stops and stares at my mother laying on the floor still. Oh no, what has he done to her? Why isn't she moving? He stoops down and screams in her face "What have you done, you stupid slut!"

"What did you do to her?!" I yell.

"Shut up, you fucker!" He shouts back kicking me again in the same spot. I cry out. He storms out of the house, leaving the door wide open. I crawl over to my mother, painfully. Afraid to touch her, I just sit by her and sob. A few minutes, hours or days later, Dr. Carlisle Cullen walks through. At the scene in front of him, he drops his medical bag and runs towards us. He first kneels next to my mother, running his hands over her stomach, pressing his ear to it at one point. He moves his finger her neck for a minute. Then closes his eyes. He looks at me, pity crossing features. Without saying a word, he sees me clutching my side, moves my hand and replaces them with his own. I feel my eyes droop out of exhaustion. The last thing I remember before I black out is his soft, honey-coloured eyes staring at me sadly.

A/N: There it is my first chapter of my first fanfic.

Please tell me what you thought in a review. Can I just say that my updates will be irregular at best and non-existent at worst. Sorry!

Let us thank God for the wonderful creation that is Stephanie Meyer. The Characters belong to her but the plot is all mine!

Thanks you!

Tani.

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