The floor creaked right outside my doorway. I knew it was him. I pulled my blankets up to my neck, and grasped them with all my strength, wishing that I was strong enough to defend myself from this demon of a father. I heard his weight shift, as if he was making sure that no one was awake. He gently eased my door open, wide enough so that he could pass through easily. He closed the door carefully, and turned his attention to me.

He didn't utter a sound as he stepped towards my bed. He just looked at me. Pierced right through my soul with his crystal blue eyes that had entrapped my mother. The movements he made were slow, but you could tell that he was sure of himself. He stopped at the edge of the bed, and traced his hand up and down the edge of my cheek that wasn't hidden underneath the piles of fabric I used for blankets. He eased his way on top of me, and tried removing the blanket from my grasp gently, but I wouldn't let him.

For once in my life I wouldn't just go along with what he wanted to do to me. He smiled at me in the darkness, and ripped the blankets onto the floor, and I felt so vulnerable. His smile widened as he invaded my body. I tried closing my eyes, but he growled in my ear and said,"Look at me Isabella." I closed my eyes tighter. "Do you want me to do this to your sister?" he asked, slowly backing off of me. I opened my eyes as wide as they would go. "That's my good girl." he laughed. I grimaced at his words. I am not his girl. I never would be. I tried my hardest to block everything out, while he took control. I experimented with ideas on how I might be able to kill him and get away with it. When he was satisfied, he pulled off of me, and left silently. I held back the tears as I cleaned up the mess that he had left.

I walked out into the hall. All of the evidence was washed away, except for the bruises that I am sure to have. I crept into Abigail's room. It was dark, and quiet, except for the sound of her breathing. I walked up to her bed and crouched down next to it, examining her features. She looked so angelic, so young, much younger than an eight year old. Her bottom lip stuck out a bit farther than normal. I brushed a few stray hairs out of her face.

I thought about leaving her. But I could never abandon her with such a monster for a father. I pulled the spare blanket out of her closet and laid down on the floor facing the door. I tried to stay awake, but The darkness drowned me and took captive of my mind, chasing me off to a dream land that I'm sure I would never have.

"Belllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaa." Abby said. "WAKE UP!" She screamed in my face. I rolled over and attempted my best snoring noise. I could tell that she could see right through me when she started jumping on my stomach. "Okay! I'm awake! I'm awake!" I yelled at her, as I opened my eyes. She flashed her childish grin at me. She was still in her pajamas. I sat up and grabbed her, standing up with her. She laughed and started squirming. "Time for you to get dressed." I said putting her down. She walked over to her dresser and started pulling clothes out. She smiled triumphantly when she pulled out a purple shirt with pink butterfly's on it.

I walked back to my room and pulled on the first clothes that I found. When your a sixteen year old who has a drunk for a mother that blatantly cheating on her husband, and a father who rapes you, you don't pay much attention to your looks. I flew down the stairs, and practically ran into Charlie, my father. I never call him dad. Haven't since I was ten.

He didn't acknowledge my existence at all. I manoeuvred around him, without difficulty. Abby was already downstairs munching on a bowl of cereal happily. I smiled at her. She is the only thing that keeps me going most days. I pulled out muffin from one of the cabinets in the tiny kitchen. Despite the fact that my parents marriage was shit, at least they managed to keep food in the kitchen for me and my sister.

I ate the muffin quickly, and went to grab our backpacks. I stayed clear of my room like I always do. I spend most of my time in Abby's room. I have to protect her from the hell that has turned into my life every night. When I came down the stairs, she was waiting for me in front of the door, rocking back and forth impatiently on her little size 4 feet. I smiled at her adorableness, and we walked out the door.

The walk to our conjoined schools was quite lovely. The sun was a warm hand, stroking the length of my body, relaxing me. The wind blew softly at my neck, teasing strands of hair into my eyes and mouth. I could taste summer on the edge of my tongue. The old familiar ache for long warm days and night started to grow in the pit of my stomach.

I left her at her the door of her classroom with just enough time to get to my class without being tardy. I slid into my seat just as my teacher started attendance. The day went by normally. Me dodging people that want to try to talk to me for a chance, but I won't give them the time of day, so they get frustrated with me and than they spread rumours about how much of a bitch I am, when really I just don't want to open up my fucked up life to complete strangers.

I found myself spacing out in my sixth period more than usual, becoming entranced with the way the trees moved back and forth in the wind. I was about to focus back on my schoolwork and reality, when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head just a bit to the right trying to get a better view of the person that had drawn my attention. He turned his face to me, and my breath caught in my throat. I don't know what it was about him, maybe it was his appearance or his clothes, but I knew that I had to meet him.

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His face held an expression that I know too well. Anger. I can imagine what thoughts might be going through his head. The things he could be imagining to do to someone. I became wrapped up in my own little mind, imagining myself talking to him, falling in love with that man, the man I haven't even met yet. But all too soon I was jolted from my happy dreamland where I had no father.

"Isabella?" my teacher Mrs. Jones said. I turned to look at her. Her face held absolutely no expression. "Yes." I replied, with as much emotion as she had given me. "Would you like to come back to reality now?" she said raising an eyebrow. "No I wouldn't..." I said. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth wanting to yell at me, but I cut her off before she could say anything. "But I have to come back to reality no matter what I want, so why would you even give me a choice?" she just stared at me for a split second, and avoided my question by continuing what she had been teaching to the class.

The bell couldn't ring soon enough, and I found myself rushing out of the classroom faster than usual. I found Abby at the front of the building like I do every day. Today, however, she was sitting on a concrete bench that is under the shade of a big oak tree, and she wasn't alone. I stopped where I was. She was sitting next to the guy I had seen out the window. He was smiling at her, and she was giggling. I walked towards the two and he looked up at me. My breath caught in my throat. I had never been one to drool over guys, but he was gorgeous. His copper brown hair was an organised mess. His eyes were a golden brown, that pierced right through my barrier and saw the very reason that I was so defensive over my sister.

"Bella! I was wondering where you were." Abby said still grinning. I gave her a smile. "Who's your friend here?" I said gesturing to him. "Oh! This is Edward! Edward, this is my sister Isabella, but everyone calls her Bella." Edward stood up, and extended his hand to me. He was much taller than I had imagined. He towered at least a foot above me.

"Nice to meet you." He said with a smouldering smile. He gripped my hand with enough strength to snap an arm in too. I grimaced, but I tried to not to show it, but as he pulled away heard a faint, "I'm sorry." pass through his lips. I grabbed Abby's hand and started to walk away from him. "Bye" I said with a small wave. He nodded and turned around sharply, and disappeared within a few seconds.

Abby and I took the long way home, paying extra attention to the little things normal people wouldn't notice on the sides of the road. The small colonies of ants that scurried around our feet. The bugs that were hidden in plain sight on the leaves. I was stalling, and I could tell that Abby knew it too. "Why don't you want to go home?" She asked with a tiny pout. "I do wanna go home, but it's such a nice day outside, I though, why not enjoy it. Her eyes still held doubt, but she didn't question it any further because we were turning the corner to our street. You can only prolong hell. It will catch up to you eventually.

Our house is just like any other house you could imagine. It is a three story yellow house, with a big backyard and front yard, with a driveway on the side. There is a big picture window on the front, but the drapes are drawn. They are always closed. The front steps are just concrete slabs, and over time, their pointed edges have crumbled into a somewhat rounded tip. There is an old faded flag from long ago, that Charlie had put up because he wanted people to think of us as a normal family.

I walk up the steps slowly, wondering if I really want to go inside. The answer of course is no, but I know that I have to go inside. It's my "home". I creak the door open and walk into the living room. The first thing that I notice is the smell of smoke and alcohol. After a while you get used to it, but if you leave and than go back inside, it's the only thing that you can smell for a long time.

I start walking towards the kitchen after Abby, when I hear my mother say something from behind me on the couch. I turn around and realise that she is with another man, clutching tightly to a bottle of whiskey with an empty bottle of wine in front of her. Her hair is in knots and from the looks of both of their clothes, or lack of them, they have had a long night. I should feel something about this, guilt, anger, sadness, or pity; but I don't. She could be nothing more than a stranger, that's how much I care about Renee.

She tried to stand, but ends up falling back on the couch. She reached towards me and says something, but all I hear is a bunch of non existent words tumble out of her mouth. I give up on her and continued towards Abby.

What did yall think? This is a completely different path/type of story than all of my other ones, and I was a bit wary to post this, but than I figure... WHY NOT? lol Please review and give me criticism, ideas, tell me if I have spelling errors or just say one word! :) Always love hearing from you guys! Until next time!

3 Ashley