Hi everyone this is my second fanfiction story for twilight. It gets a bit heavy but i think it leads on to a good storyline. This is realy only a prologue do tell me if you think i should continue and i should have the next chapter up soon.
Bella's Point of View
I don't know why he did it. I mean I thought he loved me. I am his daughter. I don't know why he does this. Bell come get up" he said while kicking me. "I said get up!" His kicks were re-enforced by his steel toed work boots and the fact that he weighed about 100 pounds more than me.
I kept m eyes shut. I knew that whether or not I got up he would just knock me down again and start kicking. "Stay down you worthless slut" he yelled accentuating his words with a kick to the stomach. I heard a definite crack. He kicked me again a couple more times before laying off. He knew I was getting dizzy. Just as I thought he was gone I tried to get up but he was still there. I was going to pay for that. "Go to my room now and wait for me there" he yelled his voice full of rage. Rage that I for one don't know where it came for.
After years of Charlie beating I knew the drill. Tonight would be like every other night. As I got you up I hissed in pain. My eyes immediately filled with the tears I tried to fight back, while I cringed at the pain covering my body. I sat there, lying on the ground for a while, when I heard footsteps coming my way. "What did I tell you to do" he said while dragging me off the ground by my hair. I knew tonight would be one of the worst. He dragged me up to his room. I whimpered as he slammed me into the door. He threw me on the bed, violently.
"Please, no." I begged, but he just smiled at me, evilly, before closing the door and slipping my pants and underwear down. Then forcefully lowering himself into me. I couldn't feel pain anymore. I couldn't feel physical pain, but every time he hit kicked, punched and raped me I could feel it mentally. I didn't know why he did this to me. I mean he wasn't always like this. He used to be a loving father and husband. That all changed when Renée left. He blamed me for making her leave even though I can't even remember what she looks like. When he was finished he grabbed me by the hair again and threw me down the stairs. When I landed on the floor, everything went black. At first I was afraid of the darkness but now I welcomed it, it gave me a relief to be away from my life.
The Next Morning
"Damn it, Isabella!" Charlie screeched, standing over me. "Get that fat ass of yours off the ground; make me breakfast and get ready for school!" I waited eyes on him, for him to strike. He must've felt pleased at what he did from last night to decide that no damage would be inflicted this morning.
I quick got it together and lifted myself off the floor. Once more, I cringed at the pain. When I got up I fell again with waves of pain emitting from my ankle. I looked down it looked broken. I got up again and made my way to get his breakfast. As soon as it was ready I left and hurried to make my way up to the bathroom before Charlie thought second about his choice of leaving my unscathed.
After my shower I looked at myself in the mirror. I had a black eye and bruises around my throat along with bruises all over my body. I bent down to lift up the end of my pant to get a better look at. Yup! It was definitely broken. I got the bandages from underneath the sink and tended to my injuries. I also had to wrap some tape around my torso to help with the ribs. I got dressed and looked again in the mirror. I was wearing jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt. The only bruises that wear visible were the black eye and the bruises on my neck. I got out the cover up and began my daily ritual. I heard Charlie's car pull out. He was off to the station. He was the chief of police. The protector of Forks, yet he still abused his own daughter.
A/N: Well please review and let me know what up think and the more reviews the sooner the next chapter goes up. The same goes for my other fanfic "My Personal Sun" so check that out as well. Don't forget to to review
