Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Twilight. I asked Stephenie Meyer if I could have Jacob or Emmett, but she said no. Liz is my original character.
Author's Note: This piece of fiction has been rated T for abuse and and language. It is post Breaking Dawn. So if you haven't finished reading that book, don't read this unless you want spoilers. Canon pairings except one. Jacob didn't imprint on Nessie, Seth did. It just seemed like too much drama considering the relationship Jake had with Bella. Also, Liz is not intended as a Mary Sue. Average girl with the exception of an extremely abusive father. she just has a bit more of an open mind when it comes to the spiritual realm. There will be abuse in this story. If that makes you uncomfortable, you probably don't want to read this story. Anyway, enough babble from me. Reviews are love, flames will be laughed at. Enjoy!
"Liz Johnson! Get your sorry ass in here!" My father's voiced yelled from the house.
I groaned. I had been enjoying the last warm rays of sunshine for the day. But I got up and went inside. I knew from experience that if I delayed whatever waited for me inside would only get worse with time. I trudged inside and shut the door behind me. "Yes, sir." I said. It was never to be Yes, dad. If I wanted to be able to move for the next week, I'd better say Yes, sir. "Did you need me to do something, sir?" I prayed the answer was no and he just wanted me in the house. The prayer didn't work.
"Did I want you to do something?" He sneered. "You're damn right I want you to do something! I told you to mop the floor this morning!"
I didn't dare raise my eyes from the ground. "I did, sir." I replied softly.
"I did, sir." He mockingly imitated my voice. He walked over to where I stood and clamped his hand on the back of my neck. He pulled me over by the sink and pushed me onto my knees. "Looks to me like you missed a spot you stupid, lazy cow." His voice was dark and radiating with hate.
"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again." I said. My voice was trembling with fear.
"That's what you said last time, bitch. I let you off easy remember?"
"Yes, sir. I remember." I did remember, but easy wasn't exactly the term I would have chosen.
"Well guess what! This time it'll be different. This time you get what's coming to you." He kicked me in the stomach, and I bit my lip to suppress a groan. "That was for you to think about. Now get up to your room and wait there while I decide exactly how to punish you for disobeying me."
"Yes, sir." I said as I scrambled and made a run for my room. I knew whatever was coming would be painful, I just prayed it would be relatively quick. My name is Liz Johnson, and
sometimes I want to die.