AN: Hello everyone! I wrote this story since my best friend begged me to. I did because I owe her. She has been helping me out at school like carrying my lunch tray, books, yada yada yada... If you dont know why look on my profile and there is the reason. Hope y'all like it!
Help: - = Married, ~ =Related, Bold =Human, Italics =Child, None = was a werewolf but stopped morphing, & Underline = still a werewolf or hasn't morphed yet but has the ability to.
Renee - Charlie ~ Amelia - Christopher
Bella~~~~~~~~~~~~Evelyn
Disclaimer: I dont own Twilight sadly. I only own Evelyn and her parents!
EvPOV
I groaned in pain again and again and again and… well you get what I mean. I won't be able to take this much longer. Why isn't anyone looking for me? Oh wait I forgot (not really). No one knows I exist! Besides my cousin who I hung out with when I was a child. I don't even know if she remembers me. I believe her name is Isabella Swan. She prefers to be called Bella. I haven't seen her since we were ten. Seven years is a long time especially when I have to deal with everything I do here at home. If I can even call it a 'home', it's more like a prison. Anyways back to the point. Here I am in a dark basement chained to the wall by my ankle. I only have enough room to walk to the bathroom which is only ten feet away from where the chain is connected to the wall. Like I said it is like a prison and those of you out there who don't agree are heartless. How about you spend eight years of your life like this and see how you feel afterwards? I find that a marvelous idea. I got off track again. I was in so much pain from being continuously beat with whatever my father could get a hold of for the past few hours. He had just left five minutes ago. I would never show that I was in pain in front of that monster. It only makes him happier.
I looked in the full length mirror that was cracked from him slamming my head into it. I looked bad. Worse than bad I looked terrible. All the scars and bruises that marred my tan body were hideous even without being able to see them well. I can only imagine how bad they would look in light. I shuddered just thinking about it. I would be beautiful if I didn't have all these blemishes on my skin. My black straight hair fell down to my lower back and my bangs that swept to the side slightly covered the long scar that was on my face. It went from the right top of my hairline down the bridge of my nose and to the right of my jaw. I ran my hand across it sadly. He did that with a knife when I was thirteen and it had been there ever since. My deep brown almost black eyes stared back at me void with all emotion. I was empty. I had nothing to live for since my mother died six years ago. My father changed, taking up drinking to fill his mind with the buzz so he wouldn't think of Mom. That's when the pain started. I don't know if he intentionally did it or if it was the alcohol acting. Either way I still hate that disgrace of a man.
I glanced away from the mirror and to the metal baseball bat he left down here. It was just in my range of walking so I picked it up. Figuring it couldn't hurt to try and the walls where sound proof anyway I started banging on the part that connected me to the wall. Multiple tries later it broke off from the wall and I was almost free. Key word almost because I still had to find a way out. Picking up my chain I walked up the steps and quietly opened the door. I'm surprised he didn't lock it but I suppose it is because I was chained up. I slowly tip toed into the hall wincing slightly as the bright light stung my eyes. Not waiting for them to adjust I continued along my path and into the living room. There he was passed out on the couch. I looked at the digital clock on the mantel of the fire place. It was 12:00 and by glancing out the window I realized it was midnight. Good no one will see me leave then. I went to the garage and grabbed a pair of big pliers. It took many tries until I finally cut the thing off. I rubbed my sore ankle from where it had been constantly scraping against for a bit until I went out the back door and into the night. This is the story of Evelyn Call, AKA me.
AN: Sorry for any grammer mistakes and sorry for it being so short. I am injured though!
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Aurora