A/N: Hi there...again...this is a new story...duh!!! i just wanted to try it out for a little while and see what people think of it :) So please tell me what you think so i can carry on writing it :D:D

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight...I own wankernoodle!!! :D

POV - Bella!

Chapter 1 - Attacks!

"Do you feel like a man, when you push her around?

Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?

Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this worlds going to end,

As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found."

"Momma, why did daddy hit you?"

That must have been the question every parent wished their child wouldn't ask. I looked down at my 3 year old daughter who was clinging to my leg with tears in her eyes. I bent down and wrapped my arms around her.

"I don't know baby."

"I know why! It's because mom was stupid and made him mad." I looked up at my 6 year old son who was looking down at me with tears in his own eyes and a look of hatred on his face. Elizabeth turned around and looked at her brother.

"Mason! Don't ever say that! Momma didn't do anything!"

"Elizabeth, please don't shout at your brother."

"I'm sorry momma." Elizabeth buried her face back into my shoulder while sobbing. I looked over at Mason and pleaded him with my eyes to not start an argument.

"I'm sorry momma." Mason ran over and buried his face in my other shoulder with crying. It wasn't his fault he got mad at me. If I had been stronger, he would have a condition. I held both my children closely and rubbed their backs to sooth them.

I don't know how long we were sat there but Elizabeth and Mason finally calmed down. I glanced over at the clock which read 10:30. It had been over 2 hours since James had walked out and it was way past the kid's bed time.

"Kids, I think its time for you to go to bed."

"But mom, I don't want to leave you."

"You won't be leaving me Mason. Tell you what you and Elizabeth can sleep in my bed tonight."

"Okay then."

"Okay. Let just you upstairs and into your jim jams."

I picked up Elizabeth and put her on my hip as her eyes where almost closed and took Mason's hand and took them upstairs. I hated our house. It was too big. The kid's bedrooms where on the other side of the house to mine and I could never sleep easily know that they were so far away from me. James had insisted that we get a big house. The bigger the house the bigger the man. That's what he told me when we first bought the house, but that was before we had Mason and Elizabeth.

James would always compete with the guys he worked with; the bigger the better was something they all went by and James being the head of the company had to have the best. Best job, best house, best wife. So that meant that I had to be the good little housewife and be seen not heard. I had to attend fancy galas and greet sleazy men and their dates. I was James' trophy wife and he did like to show me off. He bought me jewels and diamonds; silky, slinky dresses that didn't leave much to the imagination. I was always made to make sure my hair was done nicely and my nails where freshly manicured. James wouldn't let me get a job nor have any friends. Every now and again Victoria, James sister, and her husband Laurent would come over, but Victoria had always disapproved of me so I would call us friends.

It was only when I started confronted James about all of these things was when he started beating me. I was pregnant with Mason and I was extra hormonal and he beat me so much I almost lost the baby. Mason was born with problems. His emotions will change for no reason. James was happy to have an 'air' in the family and the beating stopped. He continued to be the man I first fell in love with. James was the blond heartthrob that I fell in love with. He had stunning looks and a killer smile that I always fell for. But things changed after Elizabeth was born. There was no more killer smiles or making my heart flutter. James would drink and beat me for no reason. A number of times I threatened to leave him but he would always say he was sorry and he loved me. Being the fool I am, I believed him and leaving him would just complicate things with the kids.

Early on this evening James came home from work stinking of drink and smoke. His smell almost made me gag so I refused to his him. That's when he went off on one right in front of the children.

"You've been having an affair haven't you? You little slag! That's why you won't greet your husband properly, you're full of guilt."

He turned to the kids who were sat watching TV.

"She's been fucking other men hasn't she? You two proberly aren't even mine!"

"James don't say things like that in front of the kids!"

That's where I made my mistake.

"Don't tell me what to say you little whore."

He punched me in the face causing me to land on the wooden floor. Then he started to kick me in the stomach and chest. He had never attacked me like this in front of Mason and Elizabeth before. But thank god they were there.

"Daddy?" Mason's voice cracked causing James to stop his attack. He turned to look at his son who was now cowered in the corned shielding Elizabeth's face. James huffed and turned back to look at me.

"I will finish with you later."

James turned around and stormed out of the house.

"Momma, are you alright?"

Mason brought me out of my daydream by tugging on my hand. I realised that we were just standing at the top of the stairs for God knows how long.

"Yea baby I'm alight. Come on lets get you two bed-ready."

I took Elizabeth into her room and changed her into her my little pony pyjamas while Mason was in his room getting ready. Elizabeth was still half asleep so I took her into my room and settled her into my bed. Moments later Mason came into the room and climbed into bed next to his sister. I sat down on the bed and tucked Elizabeth and Mason in.

"Momma, can you sing us our lullaby?"

"Of course baby."

"The time has come, to close your eyes,

To dream of butterflies and lemon pies,

The place where everything is okay,

Far far away…"

I heard the door open and slam shut causing me to stop the lullaby. I looked over a Mason who had a worried expression on his face.

"It's alright baby. I just go and see if that's your dad then I will be back up to finish the song. Okay?"

Mason nodded and I lent over and kissed his forehead. I got up off the bed and walked out of the room just as I started to hear cupboards being open downstairs. God no. James was getting another drink. I quietly descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen to find James leaning over the kitchen top with a drink in his hand. He looked up to see me standing in the doorway with my arms wrapped around my middle. He gave me a evil smirk.

"Babe where are the kids?"

"I put them to bed."

"Aww shame I wanted to wish them a goodnight."

"They wouldn't have wanted you to."

This made James mad. He straightened up and walked around the counter and headed towards where I was standing.

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?"

"What do you think it meant? God James! You really scared them today. I never thought you would go so low as to attack me in front of the kids! How sick is that?" I started shouting at him.

"Don't you dare call me sick you little bitch!"

The next thing I knew, I was on the floor and my face was stinging.

"Momma!"

I turned around to see Mason stood in the doorway with tear stained cheeks. I carefully touched my face where it was mostly stinging. I pulled my hand away to find that my hand was covered in blood. I looked up at James who was frozen in the spot, no longer with his drink in his hand. I looked down at myself to find I was covered in shards of glass. Son of a bitch threw a glass at my face! I couldn't hold back the tears that were no streaming down my face. I let out a strangled sob. I couldn't believe it had come to this!

"YOU MADE MOMMA CRY!!" Mason started screaming and crying at his dad.

"YOU HURT HER! YOU MADE MOMMA BLEED!"

In a flash James was stood over by James with his hand wrapped around Mason's mouth and the other was gripping his hair.

"Shut up you little brat! Your mom had this coming to her. It's her fault."

Mason didn't stop crying.

"I told you to shut up you little shit!" James gripped Mason's hair tighter and threw his across the floor.

"Mason!" I started crawling along the floor to where Mason was now laying. I picked him up and cradled him in my arms. He wasn't waking up.

"Look what you've done. You attacked our little boy!"

I looked over at James who was running his hands through his long blond hair.

"I'm…I'm sorry." He bolted out the door for the second time tonight.

I held Mason letting the tears flow freely. James hurt me in the worst way possible and now he had hurt my baby boy. Once he starts he's never going to stop. I have to leave him. I had to take the children and leave. I gathered Mason in my arms and carried him into the kitchen and sat him on the counter. I wet a tea towel and pat it against his forehead.

"Mason? Mason honey? Can you hear me?"

"Momma?"

"Hey honey I'm right here."

"Momma, my head hurts."

"I know baby."

"Did I make daddy mad?"

"No baby. You did nothing wrong!"

"I hate him."

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. What do you say to your little boy who was just hit by his father? I have to get them away from here.

"Baby, I need you to do something for me. I want you to go upstairs and pack some clothes, underwear, washing things and any other things you want to take with you."

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to grandpa's house."

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