Disclaimer--Me: this chapter is pretty depressing...do you wanna give me twilight to cheer me up? Huh? huH?!!?!?

Edward: No I don't sexy, but I would like to take you on a date!

Me: wtf!!! of course, of course!

Edward: haha sucker!! in your dreams! *walks away*

Me: *stares*

I am sick and tired of listening to my parents arguements.

They argue about the stupidest of things anyway.

I was laying in my bed writing lyrics to a song when I heard another arguement start up. I got up and locked my door. I really didn't need to hear this. Especially at one in the morning!

"Well if you hadn't spent all of our money on gambling, we wouldn't have a financial crisis in our hands!" According to mom, we have issues with money, trust, and a whole bunch of other things.

"Crisis! Our money! We do not have a financial crisis! And I'm the one that has to go out and make the money, not you! It's my money and I'll do what I want with it!" Dad obviously wanted to start something. Those few comments pushed mom over the edge.

"What? How is it your money if we're a family. We're married with a child! That money belongs to all of us! How could you say something like that?" Well mom was a lot calmer than I expected her to be.

I gave up on the song. I can't write good songs in a saddened state of mind. I threw my book on the desk and put my ear on the door. The only thing I could hear was mom crying. I don't know what happened to dad.

I opened the door slowly and creeped out into the hallway on my knees. I neared the corner and was cautious not to get caught.

"Bella!" My mom called my name through her tears.

I came from around the corner. She was sitting at the kitchen table with her face in her hands.

"Yes mom." She looked at me and stood up.

"We're going. Let's leave. I can't handle your father anymore. I've lost a lot and I'm not about to lose you too." I couldn't believe what she was saying. We couldn't leave dad!

"We can't just leave dad!" I was close to screaming.

"Shh! He'll hear you. He's in the basement. We can just go now and he won't know a thing." After saying that, dad came back from the basement...with an axe.

"You're gonna leave, huh? And you're gonna take Bella?" Dad was gripping the axe with some much force that his hands turned red.

"Yes, I'm leaving with Bella. I can't handle these arguements anymore. I can't handle you anymore."

"Oh really. Well, I've got a solution to your problem. Since you can't handle me anymore, I'll just let you go." Mom grabbed my arm and tugged me toward the door.

"No. You're not leaving by walking out the door." That's when he swung the axe.

He swung it at her arm and she released my arm.

"Dad! What are you doing!?"

"Shut up, Bella!" He swung again, this time aiming for her head. Luckily, she moved in time for him to strike her in the shoulder.

"DAD! STOP IT!" I grabbed his arms and he shrugged me off. I tried again and he threw me into a chair.

I looked at him with utter disbelief but he wasn't looking at me. He had his eyes on my mother.

"It's over now Renee," he said with the axe in both hands ready to strike one last time, "It's over."

"NO!" I screamed and threw a chair in the way. He demolished it in one hit. Imagine if that chair were mom.

I got to my feet right and grabbed mom's waist. She wasn't that heavy so I dragged her into the closet bedroom. It was my parents bedroom.

I quickly locked the door and there was screaming and banging right after. At least he didn't chop the door down. Yet.

"Mom, are you okay?!" I was frantic.

"Bella. Get out of here." She nodded her head toward the window.

"No, mom. I'm not leaving you!"

"You...have...to..." She was panting. She was losing a lot of blood. Blood makes me sick, but that's the least of my worries right now.

I couldn't really listen to what she had to say right now. I had to get help. I searched my pockets and found my cellphone. I dialed 9-1-1 for the first time in my life.

"9-1-1. What's your emergency?"

"Hello? I need help right away!"

"Bella! You bitch!" I'm guessing he heard me. I continued to tell the operator what was happening. They said they'd get to me as soon as they could.

I looked over at mom and saw that she was slipping away.

"No, mom! No! Stay with me! C'mom mom!" I begged her not to leave me.

I needed to something to stop the bleeding for now, so I ripped up a shirt in the closet and tied it around her wounds. I thought the pain of the pressure would make her react and come back around, but it didn't. I knew that she was fading and fading fast.

"Bella! You have five seconds to open this damn door!" I took his warning and pulled mom out of the window onto the roof and fast as I could. He started to chop open the door when five seconds was up. Mom wasn't awake enough to help me get her out, so dad saw me dragging her out. I can't even call him dad anymore. Charlie saw me dragging mom out.

I finally got mom out and just before Charlie busted through the remains of the door. He plodded toward the window but I closed it before he could catch us. I could tell that he was warning me by his expression, but I didn't have any intention on opening the window. Because of my stance in front of the window, he just smashed it. I shoved mom over to the other side of the roof. Where the hell were the cops!? Charlie started climbing through and I screamed at the top of my lungs. Then as soon as I was sure that mom and I were dead, I heard the best sound ever. Police sirens. An ambulance and three cop cars pulled up in the driveway. I screamed for them to see me on the roof before it was too late. Luckily, they saw me with my mom in my hands, but Charlie didn't seem to care that the cops were here. He finally all the way out the window and came at me. He grabbed Renee out of my arms and threw her behind him. He swung the axe at me but I moved. He got my ankle and I screamed out in pain.

"That's what you get for being a traitor you bitch!"

I couldn't believe that he was doing this!

I clutched my ankle and prayed that the cops would get to him before he got to me, but that was hoping for a miracle. Charlie brought the axe back up over his head and aimed it at my head, but i kicked him in his gut and he hit my thigh instead. I screamed again. Not only because of the pain, but because I was falling off of the roof. Charlie grabbed my hands and I thought he was going to pull me back up to finish me off, but I was wrong. He held me over the edge of the roof with my legs dangling in the air. Then he simply let go of me. I felt the wind whip past me and then I heard a few cracks. I heard it before I felt it. The pain shot all around my body. I thought it would never end. Maybe it would be better if I had just let Charlie hack me to death instead. This was just too much. The last thing I heard was gunshot then the pain consumed me and everything went black.