*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Groaning, I slide my hand over to my nightstand, reaching for my alarm clock. Slamming my hand on the snooze button. I'm seconds away from falling asleep when a sudden pain sears through my side.

My eyes fling open and my dad, Charlie, is there with a wooden bat in his hand.

"Get the hell up. If you're not out of this house in 5 minutes, you're getting beat." He said harshly as he walked out, swinging the bat around.

I hurriedly jumped out of bed not wanting to give him a reason to come back in here. Quickly going through my closet to find something to wear. Choosing black skinny jeans and an indigo pullover sweater. I glanced at the mirror before putting the shirt on and looked at the already forming bruise from the bat. I just hope none of my ribs are broken. Sighing I pulled the sweater over my head till it covered me. I pulled my hair into a tight ponytail then grabbed my make-up bag. I don't really like wearing make-up, but it's a must when you're from an abusive family.

My father is a sadistic drunk. He is Chief of Police in our town of Forks. But I honestly don't know how. And my mother is no better. She left town when I was just a year old. Leaving me here with this monster.

I quickly applied foundation to cover up the bruise around my left cheek and eye. Leaving no trace of any damage.

I grabbed my backpack and threw it over my shoulder, wincing as it hit my ribs. I run out of my room, down the stairs and out the door. Knowing if I wait any longer he would get angry. I jumped into my old '57 red truck, throwing my bag onto the passenger seat as I start the car. It was a 'gift' as Charlie liked to call it. If I had known what he would've wanted from me, I would've gladly refused.

I made my way to the small school of Forks. Everyone here knows each other. And to anyone else that may seem appealing. But it's hell when you're the Chiefs daughter and you're expected to be outgoing and friendly. After the first year of high school people learned not to expect much from me. I did well in school, but never interacted with anyone. I couldn't even if I had wanted to. Charlie didn't allow it.

A knock on my door had me jumping and my heart racing. I glanced over and saw a familiar face. It was Angela Weber. We had been close friends up until middle school. I then realized that I had actually pulled up to school and was causing traffic in the middle of the lane.

I mouthed 'Sorry' to Angela who was still outside my window even though it was raining. I pulled into the nearest parking space and turned the car off. I was reluctant to get out of the warmth of the car. All I wanted was to drive far away from Forks, Washington. But I knew it was impossible with the GPS Tracker in the truck. So I did the only thing I could, grab my bag get out and put on a brave face.

My name is Bella Swan. I'm 16. And this is my life.

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It's a short chapter, I know, but it's more of a prologue than anything else.

And although I do have nearly all of the story planned out already, I am definitely open to changing the path some with any suggestions you have for the story!

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