(Renesmee's pov)

I jumped up from my book at the sound of a slam downstairs. I sat in fear as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart rate sounded like the thrumming wings of a bird. My breath quickened and I felt the prickling hairs on the back of my neck. I heard the footsteps come closer and they started to become louder. My door slammed open and revealed the person that I feared the most.

My step father Mark.

Mark is a cruel and Evil man. He is sick and vicious. He beats me everyday and even lets his wife join in. You would think that a woman would feel bad about beating someone, But not Carla. She enjoys my pleading screams for her to stop. She enjoys the way I squirm into the corner of the room to try and cover some of my body. She enjoys causing my pain. They both enjoy causing my pain.

I really miss the foster home I lived in. It was one hundred times better than here. I was ten years old when they adopted me. I bet if they knew what monsters they were, The foster home would have never let them adopt me. They put on a nice charade in front of the foster people and When we got in the car to leave that all changed.

Flashback:

I walked out of the foster home waving goodbye to all of my close friends.

" Bye!" I yelled back to them getting in the car.

I sat in the backseat and put on my seatbelt smiling.

I felt a slap go across my cheek and I gasped at the pain. I glanced up to the brown eyes of Mark.

" Wipe that smile off your face." He seethed.

" Now, since you will be living with me and my wife, There are some things you need to understand."

I simply nodded. I felt another slap on my face.

" You will address me as sir, When you answer to me, you say Yes sir. Got it!" He yelled.

" Y-yes-Yes sir." I answered.

" Good. First of all, No talking back to me or your Mother. Second, You do everything that we say. And lastly, You tell no one of what happens at home. You got it?" He asked.

" Yes sir. I got it."

He turned away from me and started driving.

I looked back at the foster home in fear of my life.

Ever since that day, I have gotten beaten every day.

Mark walked over to me and threw the book out of my hands. He threw me to the floor. I felt a pain in my back.

He towered above me in a huddled form, seething with anger. I wondered how his curled fists had become so large, his forearms were hard and were shaking violently. I could see his brown angry eyes through the tangle of matted hair and I felt their piercing glow like two burning embers. He kicked me and I cried out , but I dared not say anything to make it worse. He picked me up and threw me against the wall making a loud boom.

He kicked me repeatedly and started to punch me in the face. It felt like my bones were cracking as he kicked my stomach. My knees buckled from the force of the blow, and as I went down, I swear I heard a cracking noise between my ribs. Fire ran through my abdomen, and I tasted blood.

He stopped and told me to clean myself up. He walked out of the room like nothing happened.

I tried to move and groaned at the pain.

I cried with my chest heaving and my almost inhuman sobs coming from deep within my soul echoed, the tears lasted but seconds.

I knew this was expected but every time felt like the even worse when he hurts rla is nothing but slaps and punches,but him its everything.i have to go everywhere with the pain,in my body and heart.

Why did my parents leave made my life they died,maybe they just dropped me on the front of these options have floated through my mind countless birthday is next month and I'll be 12. I just hope he doesn't kill me then and there.i know he'll make it worse than any other i do die,I just hope my death is quick and simple.

My life equals a lot of things but right now My Life=Hell