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Chapter One

Jezebel was in their room sitting on the bed. Bella was making dinner for Charlie. She heard the front door open and close as he walked in. She flinched at his heavy footsteps from down stairs.

Jezebel heard Bella's pleas before she heard the crash. Jezebel would have winced and cowered under the covers if she thought tonight was going to be one of Charlie's okay nights. But from the slurred phrases that drifted up the stairs Jezebel knew that tonight was going to be bad again.

Last night had been bad as well and Bella had taken most of the blows for Jezebel. Jezebel has watched as she winced as she applied cover up and tried not to limp this morning. She had seen the black bruises covering Bella, the fresh marks of her father's hands and feet and whatever inanimate object he decided to beat her with last night.

Jezebel was only six, but she knew pain. And she knew that another beating like last night's would be too much for her big sister. Jezebel not listening to the small voice in the back of her head that said to hide ran down the stairs to her father and sister.

"Stop it Daddy!" Jezebel shouted as she watched her dad, Police Chief Swan, yank Bella up off the ground by her hair earning him a whimper of pain from Bella. She had a lip that was already starting to swell.

Bella's eyes shot too Jezebel as she spoke. Her eyes were panicked "Jezzie go away!" she said shakily. Bella could handle her own pain. She could lie and cover up her marks and take painkillers every day. She was numb to the physical pain Charlie caused her. 8 years of this treatment could do that too you. She had been getting harmed since before Jezebel was even born. She could handle her own pain. But watching her baby sister go through it was the lowest level of hell for Bella.

"Don't hurt her!" Jezebel shouted at Charlie again and Bella closed her eyes knowing what was going to happen to Jezzie. She couldn't stop it now. She fell to the ground as Charlie let go of her and started towards Jezebel.

His stumbling walk made Jezebel think of a fat cat. And Jezebel was just the little mouse. With every step he took forward Jezebel took two back. But after just a moment of this stalking game Jezebel's back hit the wall and he quickly closed the distance. "You think you can tell me what to do?" He grabbed her hair yanking at the roots painfully. Jezebel let out a small whimper. "You. Are. Just. A. Stupid. Little. Bitch." Jezebel's head being slammed into the wall punctuated every word of the sentence.

Jezebel cried out in pain. He let go of her hair letting Jezebel fall to the ground. Jezebel wanted the black to take her. She was scared now. Her moment of bravery was over leaving a terrified little girl in her place.

His boot hit Jezebel in the chest 4 times. She gasped in pain as she heard a crack. She was sobbing now. She could feel her hair matting together on the back of her head with blood. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please. Please daddy. I promise I will be good. I'm sorry." She was begging. She hurt so much. His boot continued to have contact with her body. She was shaking with fear and pain. "Stop daddy. Just stop please!"

He grabbed her hair again yanking her off the ground. Her hair pulled on the gash raising the pain to a new level. "There you go again. Telling me what to do. You're even more useless than your mother and sister." He slapped her. That was going to bruise. Apparently I need to teach you a lesson." He grabbed her arm. He dragged her over to a closet door. He threw her arm in. She started yanking it out but before she could the door slammed on her wrist. She felt the searing white-hot pain and hears the crack.

She was struggling to stay conscious. She gasped for breath only to earn another stab of pain from her aching ribs. This was the most pain the six-year-old girl had ever felt. Charlie laughed and stumbled up the stairs. "Night Bitches."

Bella raced over and wrapped Jezebel in her arms. "I'm so sorry angel. It's okay. Shhh. Its okay." She cradled the sobbing girl in her arms and stroked her hair. "Its okay. Its okay." Bella repeated to her to calm her down. The simple comfort in a lie.

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