Hey, guys!!!! Miss me!! I know you did, 'cause I'm just. That. Amazing. Naw, I'm just kidding. But anyway, I know what I said about 'only Evernight stories, but... surprise! Actually, I just found this one layin' around inside my computer, so I thought (in my incredibly smart mind), Why not give them a treat? So, here it is: a Twilight story.

Hope you enjoy it!

-Untruthful :)

Chapter 1

My world is everything I was hoping it wouldn't be. It's the pain and suffering I didn't want to have. It's the loneliness and emptiness I didn't want to feel. And once that was evident, I was already trapped.

It all started when I was 14. My mother, Renee, had been single, and was making little money off of her waitress job. She couldn't afford to take care of me, so she shipped me off to my dad's until she could support both of us financially.

When I arrived at my dad's, it started off pretty smooth. He never hovered. He wasn't overprotective. He was as normal a father as anyone else's father.

Until that one fight.

Charlie walked into my bedroom to say goodnight one night when I was 15, only to find Mike (my, unknown to him, boyfriend) and I under sheets. We'd fallen asleep after reading a chapter or two of Wuthering Heights. I should've known to shoo Mike away before we got any sleepier.

Charlie had stated clearly everyday that he never wanted me near Mike at all. He isn't exactly a rule follower, and he's always been causing problems for Charlie and his coworkers. But when I met him at Forks High School for the first time, I went head over heels. I loved every thing about him, which Is what happens when teens experience love.

But, anyway, I didn't listen to Charlie. We hung out secretly after school or whenever we could find excuses to be together. He finally admitted that he liked me and asked me to be his girlfriend. I accepted and we were the gossip at school for what seemed like forever. I was ecstatic. I was practically in love with him.

Mike was very rough sometimes, though. I'm still surprised to this day that he didn't abuse me out of anger. But he was pressuring me to have sex with him almost everyday. I told him consistently that I loved him a lot, but we would have to wait until we got married (assuming that was a likely possibility).

I knew I was betraying Charlie, but I couldn't help myself. At the time, Mike was my life, and I couldn't imagine leaving him.

The night he found out, was the first night he hit me.

Flashback:

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Charlie shouted, awaking Mike and I from our slumber.

"Dad! What's wrong?!" I yelled back in fright.

"Bella, I've told you time and time again, I don't want HIM anywhere near you. Yet, you go and break my rules anyway. You didn't even JUST disobey me. You had sex with him, didn't you?" he replied screaming.

"Maybe I should go" Mike suggested. He then grabbed his book bag swiftly and squeezed his way through my dad and my door frame. I heard the front door open and slam shut, and was disappointed that he wouldn't try and defend me and him because I thought we were both in love with each other.

Oh, crap. I think Dad, really thinks I had did it with him now!

"Dad, I didn't have sex with him!! We were just reading for a school project! Please believe me!" I begged.

"Bella, how can you be so stupid and gullible? He's not in love with you, he just wants you for sex" Charlie said softly, as if he had given up on me. "No," he told himself. "I will NOT be affected by your idiocy!". He screamed as if it were to convince himself. "I will not be the father of a slutty whore! You'll learn the right things to do, whether you like it or not! Now strip!". He sounded regretful, like he didn't want to do this.

No, I thought. My own father can't be forcing himself on me. He can't be raping me.

"No, dad, please! Don't do this to me!" I sobbed, my plea echoing through our house.

"Did you hear me, you slut? Strip!" he commanded with more anger than regret. He was becoming a monster in less than a minute.

I slowly slid off my baggy tank top and my sweat pants. All that was covering my body was my bra and a thong (which, I'm sure, didn't help convince him that I was still a virgin).

"Strip all the way down" he seethed. All of his regret had vanished. He was happy to exploit and hurt me, just because he wanted it. It was no longer for me to learn right and wrong. I was his property now, and he could do whatever he wanted.

I silently sobbed, letting salty tears stain my vulnerable body, while unbuckling my bra and slipping off my underwear. I covered my breasts with my arms, embarrased and frightened in front of my father. Charlie's eyes glided over my body, ogling it with amazement etched into his face. I was disgusted with this new father I had, gawking at me like I was a hooker on the streets.

He pulled his eyes away, finally, and commanded me to lay on the bed. I was appalled. Was he really going to do this to me?

"No!" I yelled, filled with weak confidence.

"What did you say?" he breathed, giving me a chance to recoil.

I loosened up and told him off. "Did I stutter?".

Right then, I knew I had made a mistake. His face reddened with pure madness and I all I knew I had to do was run.

But before my mind could process, he slapped me. Right across the cheek, and hard, too. I instinctively raised my hand to my cheek and winced. He had SLAPPED me.

I did as he commanded the first time and lay on the bed. He smiled an evil smile. He began to unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop. He was standing there in his boxers, grinning.

"NO!! Dad, please don't do this!!! Please, stop!!!" I pleaded.

"Shut up, bitch. I don't want to have to bring out a knife. Do you?" he replied, glaring at me.

I screamed. How could this be happening?

Suddenly, he walked over to my left side and swung his fist into stomach. It didn't help for his plan of shutting me up, because I squealed. Next thing I knew, he was on top of me, raising his fist to strike me in my face. Then everything went black.

I can't run anymore, I told myself. He lured me in and now I'm trapped.

Dun, dun.... DUN!!!!!! Oh, no! Bella abused and no one to turn to?! Edward to the rescue!!!!! Hehe!

Seriously, though: Whaddya think? Good? Bad? Terrible? So awesome beyond belief that I deserve a Nobel Prize? Nah, just playin'. But pleaseeeeeeeeeeee review. I need an incentive! Motivation! Encouragement! Determinant! Inspiration! I'm basically just typing in synonyms for 'incentive' off of . :)

R&R!!!! Please!!!!!!!

-Untruthful :)