hey, i took this story from Dirty Diana. i am editing and adding to it.

BELLA POV

After another one of Phil brutal beating, my mom helped me into the shower, she had it has bad as me considering he's her "husband"

Phil's my stepfather, has been for the last four years, we live in Arizona, in the end of town we lived farther, but still close to town, my mom and dad, Charlie, divorced when I was just a baby. We moved here when I was 7 years old. I was able to visit my dad whenever I wanted, I love Forks, and I love the rain, the trees, the grass, the forest, the meadow I found when I was last time I was there. I miss it so much, but I haven't been there since I was 12 years old, Phil demanded that I stopped going there, my mom of course wasn't agreeing with him, and that was the first time Phil hit her. I cried so much for her and said that I wouldn't ever go there, hoping that Phil from hitting her anymore, I thought that maybe he was drunken, or had bi-polar issue cause next thing you know, he smiled kissed my forehead and left the house.

But I was wrong, I was dead wrong, as the years past, Phil became crazy and aggressive, he's always hitting Renee and I. I have no friends because of him, I have nobody expect my mom, she not allowed to have any friends either, we can't were certain clothes and must were make-up in order to hide of bruises whenever were told to leave the house. My mom has it worse around her face, she has a long scared the starts from her side of her mouth to her left ear, that side of her face no longer moves, she has blue eyes and pale skin, she has light brown hair, she's 5'4 and have scares all over her body. Phil has his private doctor come see us, he doesn't ask questions about how we got our scares, or why were always there, he just mend us and then leave us.

Renee helped me rinse out my hair and dry off. I was scared to look into the mirror all the time because I knew how ugly I've become, it's been years since I actually looked into the mirror, but today, I had to see what damages were done. I stood in front of the mirror, naked, I looked nothing like my mom, she's more beautiful than me, and I'm just the ugly duckling. I had more than fifty scars on my body, most of them weren't has noticeable as the recent one. Different scars that were all over my back, it hurt, not a lot. I've been in worse, trust me. I have long dark brown hair and a cameral skin tone like my father. I have chocolate brown eyes and high cheekbones, small pink lips. I stand at 5'4.

"ISABELLA AND RENEE, you have one minute to get your ugly asses downstairs before I come up and beat you to death!" Phil yelled. Renee helped me put on clothes and we were downstairs in less than 45 seconds. "Good little bitches." He said. He had a belt in his hand. "Now, I'm feeling really fucking horny and hungry after tearing that ass up, Renee go cook me dinner, now." Phil hissed. Mom said yes sir before running into the kitchen and starting his dinner. Phil smiled evilly at me. "Come here." He said. I walked up to him and stood, not staying a word. "Get on your knees, and take off your clothes." He said, I knew what coming, I started to cry, I hated this, I hated Phil, I hated that I was stuck in this house, we couldn't even leave without one of Phil manwhores following us everywhere, to the supermarket, that all we ever go whenever the house was empty of food, Phil sent us there, we weren't allowed to do anything, no TV, no phone, no music, no nothing, he just had us, sit in the house, every once and a while, he'd have a party, but he would lock us in the basement. In the basement there was a window, but after the first three times we tried to escape, we ended up in the hospital, in a very long coma, VERY FUCKING LONG. He always has someone watching the house like slaves.

I started crying even more when I felt Phil slap me, "No please! I'm begging you. I'll do anything, just not this!" I beg every time, but it seemed to just turn him turn even more each time, making to worsen for me, in every way.

"I love when you beg." He said, he ripped my pants open and roughly pulled my shirt off as well. Before I can even try and move away, he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into the couch roughly, and roughly he slammed his finger into my pussy, I screamed for him to stop, I know my mom couldn't help because after he was done to me, he'd just do the same thing to her, sometimes she's try and help, but he'd only make it a "three some". He inserted two fingers into me, and forced thruster his fingers into me, over and over and over.

He quickly took off his clothes while I was trying to catch my breath, he's big, I remember the first time he had raped me, I ended up pregnant but then ended up having a miscarriage. It happened again after that under he started making me take birth control pills that my mom begged him to put me on. He was eight inches, and five inches thick, but now, he looked like he grew a lot!

It was then when he roughly spread my legs open and shoved his massive dick into me. I screamed because he kept pushing repeatedly over and over and over, through the air, I was able to smell rust, either I'm bleeding or my period came, either way, there's blood. He moaned and grunted, repeatedly, enjoy himself, but all I could do is cry, I turned away from him and saw my mom, she was crying to, she hated him as much as I did, but there was nothing she can do, there was nothing no one can do. 'Be strong, my little bumble bee.' She mouth to me, I slowly nod. I knew my mom couldn't do anything, I didn't blame her. Phil is a sick twisted man and I hate him, I hate him so much.

I felt my body go numb, and I let the darkness take over me.

i don't own twilight!