I hated being with my father. I never told anyone why, everyone just knew I didn't like being there. Until my brother, Emmett, figured it out.
Emmett had come home for a visit. He's a comedian and he tours a lot.
"Bells!" Emmett yelled as he walked in.
"Emmett!" I said, jumping into his arms.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Good," I said, "I'm going to college."
"Awesome!" he said.
"How's the comedy business?" I asked.
"Great like always," he said. I laughed.
"Isabella!" Charlie yelled.
I jumped, "Yeah," I said.
"Where's my-" Then he saw Emmett, "Hey, Son!" he said.
"Hey, Dad," he said. I saw Emmett glance at me. I could tell he knew something was up.
…..
Later that night Emmett and me were laughing and talking in my room. I had laid down on the bed and my hair fell to the side.
Emmett stopped laughing and I realized what he saw, the gash on my neck. "What's that?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said.
"Did someone hit you?" he asked.
I was quiet for a minute, "No," I said, quietly.
He was quiet for a minute, "It was Charlie," he said, "Wasn't it?"
I just began to cry, "Yeah," I sobbed.
Emmett looked pissed, "Pack a bag," he said. Then he called the cops saying that his dad's been abusing his sister.
EmPOV (Emmett POV)
After the trial I took Bella with me. I was going to my next gig. "You're going to go with me for now on," I said.
"Thanks, Em," she said.
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