A/N: This idea came from a dear reader of mine that can't get the words onto paper. I hope she enjoys the tale I weave with her idea and mine tossed into the mix! I hope you all enjoy it as well!

Prologue:

Something is happening to me and I'm not exactly sure what it is. It started when I hit puberty. Yes, the gracious gift Mother Nature granted us women on a monthly basis. Fucking bullshit if you ask me. Why the fuck can't men go through all this shit? The bleeding, cramps so bad you want to curl up in a ball a die, the cravings, my god those are the worse yet. Mine are almost as bad as a pregnant woman. Tomato soup and peanut butter bread...yeah, gross but that shit is to die for during that fucktastic week of suffering. Let's not forget the bloating. I swear I gain a jean size every damn time. Now, I'm getting off track, damn inner ramblings.

Let's go back shall we? IT all started when my dumb ass mother, Renee, left my father shortly after I was born. The fucking bitch ruined my life before it even began. Now, I don't remember what happened when I was a toddler, but when I started kindergarten, that's when it all started going downhill.

I think she loved me in her own way, but yeah, she had the most fucked up way of showing it. Now that I sit here and think about it, she really didn't love me at all. It's like I was her dirty little secret. She would perform all of the motherly duties such as taking and picking me up from school, but that's the extent of it. She would lock me in my room, and would never ask how my day went. Hence, the start of my downward spiral.

As the years went on, our front down revolving with how many men she has loved but never stuck around, until that one faithful day. We'll get to that in a few. For me, school was just that...school. I never made any friends and if I did, my mother was sure to run them off. So, even as a child, I was being isolated from everyone...but that bitch. Yeah, I'm a bit jaded, fuck off.

As I grew up, her boyfriends started noticing me more than her...that is, when she would let me out of my room. That just didn't sit well with her. Not one bit. You see, in Renee's house, it should always be about her. I was just a slave. Someone to cook and clean up after her. But yet, I was still too young to realize what was really going on. At this time, I still loved her and wanted nothing more than her approval and affection...which I never got. Until that fateful day HE walked into our lives.

I remember it like it was yesterday. She took me grocery shopping so I could cook up and ungodly amount of food for her dinner party guests. Apparently, the money for the dumbass before was finally running out, so it was time to gain a new sugar daddy, or she was gonna "put me to work"; I shudder just thinking about what she would make me do.

Phil Dwyer, walked into our lives that day when he "accidentally" flat tired my ankles with his cart. You know, when someone walks behind you and steps on the back of your shoe causing it to come half way off and make you walk funny to try and put it back on? Yeah...he did that...with a damn grocery cart. I still have the fucking scars.

While I'm on the floor crying out in agony, bleeding like a stuck pig, my bitch of a mom is making googly eyes with said fucktard while people around me are lending a helping hand to my bleeding ankles. When I'm finally off the ground, what does my wonderful mother say? "Let's hurry up and finish the shopping so you can get started on the dinner when we get home." Again, not one glance in my direction, not even an are you ok? NOTHING! Fucking bitch. Hell, even Phil didn't bother to apologize for trying to kill me with his damn cart. He he he...death by grocery cart. That shit should be on 1000 ways to die. Talk about a painful way to go.

That day, Phil followed us home like a lost fucking puppy...only he wasn't as cute. There was just something about him that gave me the creeps. My clueless mother, of course, never noticed my plight. She was too impressed with how he "helped her" unload the food from the trunk. Bullshit, she never brought in anything from shopping. I was the fucking pack mule in this house. While he was dazzling her with his gentlemanly ways, I was constantly throwing up in my mouth. I can't believe she really bought his brand of bullshit.

So, I cooked up the huge dinner as fast as I possibly could. I just wanted to get the fuck away from all the lies and check up on my ankles. Maybe even soak in a nice hot bath. Luck was NOT on my side. According to my mother's so called friends, the meat was dry and rough, there was no flavor in the casseroles, and the homemade bread was rock hard. Yep, my night was about to get worse...I just had no idea how worse...until...

I was sitting in my room, catching up on my homework when my door was thrown open and crashed into the wall on the other side. I jumped 50 feet out of my skin. Standing in my doorway was a flaming red Phil, mom looking over his shoulder.

"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? YOU DO REALIZE THAT YOU RUINED YOUR MOTHER'S WONDERFUL DINNER PARTY WITH THAT BULLSHIT YOU CALL FOOD!" he yelled. Never in my life has someone yelled at me like this. Of course, me being a teenager, I let the shit hit the fan.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I COOKED EVERYTHING THE WAY I WAS TOLD TO ACCORDING TO THE DAMN RECIPES. IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU FUCKERS DECIDED TO EAT IT 2 HOURS AFTER I COOKED IT. WHAT THE HELL DID YOU EXPECT IT TO DO? STAY FRESH?" I taunted. My mother's mouth dropped since I never talked to her like this. Oh who am I kidding, I never talked to her. She always did the talking.

"Isabella Marie Swan, what has come over you? How can you talk to me this way?" Bitch asked. Like she didn't have a clue. Thinking she was all innocent and shit, I snorted out a sarcastic laugh.

"Gee, whatever do you mean mom?" I asked her with heavy sarcasm. "Wait, I know what you mean. How can I talk at all? Well, you see, you sent me to school to learn and get an education. Although, you wouldn't really know that would you? You don't allow me to talk, you just allow me to listen. You don't give a rat's ass about me and what I do as long as I take care of you first. I FUCKING RUN THIS HOUSE! I AM THE HBIC IN THIS MOTHER FUCKER!" I yell.

"HBIC?" Phil questions.

"HEAD BITCH IN CHARGE. JUST SO YOU KNOW, PHIL" I sneered his name "SHE ONLY WANTS YOU FOR YOUR FUCKING MONEY. ONCE SHE WIPES YOU OUT, SHE WILL LEAVE YOU AT THE CURB AND HEAD OUT TO FIND HER NEXT VICTIM!" Well, that statement didn't have the desired effect. Phil, crazy son of a bitch, slapped me. FUCKING SLAPPED ME!

"You better apologize for telling such lies about your mother." he seethed through clenched teeth.

"REALLY? WHAT ABOUT JOHN MOM? THE INK WASN'T EVEN DRY BEFORE YOU HOOKED UP WITH MATT. HELL, PHIL, ASK HER ABOUT SAM! HE'S THE MOST RECENT! DO YOU WANT HIS NUMBER TO CONFIRM THAT SHE WIPED OUT HIS BANK ACCOUNT? SHE LEFT THAT FUCKER WITH NOTHING AND SHE WILL DO THE SAME TO YOU!" I yelled.

"We'll just see about that!" with that, they stormed out of my room.

I went into the ensuite bathroom and looked at what was now my face. It was swollen on the left side, clearly bruising in the shape of a hand print. I'll be damned if I was sticking around here for this shit. Fucker put his hands on me, it's time to call daddy!

That one slap and I was on the first plane out of Phoenix, Phil was sitting in a jail cell, Renee sitting right beside him. It would be a long time before they would see the light of day. Especially after I told dad everything that has been happening since I started school. So, here I am, walking through security at Sea-Tac airport, looking for my father to take me back home. Home, damn that sounds awesome. What Renee and I had, was a roof over our heads. I never felt safe or loved in that house. Now, that'll all change. Daddy loves me more than his own life. He told me so. Been begging me for years to come and live with him. It's like he knew something would happen. Too bad it had to happen to kick my ass into gear. Oh well, rather late than never right?

Just rounding the corner, there he was in all his glory. Not a wrinkle in sight, butterscotch eyes, a porn star stache, and gussied up in his police uniform with his signature panty dropping smirk in place. At least that's what Renee called it. She swears he seduced her...yeah, just like every other male did. Bitch please.

"Hey sweet pea. Boy are you a sight for sore eyes." he stated as he wrapped his arms around me. I buried my nose into his chest and inhaled deeply. I was finally home. As long as I was with my dad, nothing could hurt me.