My first fan-fiction, please only constructive reviews. And also any ideas are well appreciated, and I also want your input on who Bella should be with later on down the road, Jasper, Edward, or Emmet. Hope you like it, RxR please.

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"You little brat!" I sighed and looked down. Charlie was drunk again, which wasn't very different from any other night. Everything had to be perfect when he got home from work, if it wasn't I was in trouble, if he wasn't drunk his punishments were less severe, but when he was drunk the very thought of what he'd do made me shake in fear. I was jolted from my thoughts when I felt a sharp slap to my cheek, I looked up and saw his face was turning a dark shade of red, "I said you ungrateful child, why isn't my dinner on the table?" I had went to a friends to work on a research project and lost all track of time, but he wouldn't believe that, he never did believe the truth.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He nodded, and said,

"It better not, now get in the kitchen and make my dinner." I nodded and went into the kitchen to see if there was anything I could throw together for dinner. I found some steaks in the freezer and decided I'd make those along with a salad. As I was preparing dinner my mind drifted back to when this all started, I was five.

It was raining on my birthday, and dad had wanted to wait and celebrate on a sunny day.

But I refused, and cried when he brought the suggestion to me; mom as always was on my side.

She told daddy that it wouldn't be that bad we'd just be a little more careful, he never could say no to mom, and for that I was thankful. The day was successful nothing had gone wrong, until the drive home. I remember the lights, the screams, the crashes, but what I remember most is the crying.

I was still too little to sit without a booster seat, so I didn't get that hurt, and daddy wasn't driving

so he was okay to, a few scratches and bruises. Nothing major, but mommy on the other hand...

She was crying, I remember whispering, 'Mommy whatsa matter?'

'Nothin' baby, momma's just a little hurt, I'm gonna go to sleep, and I might not wake up.

So if I don't be good for daddy alright? I love you baby girl.' That's the last thing Mommy said to me. She died. And after dad and I were released from the hospital and were home, he started yelling.

'Look what you did! If we had just stayed home like I suggested then your mother never would have

died! You are the most self centered child I have ever met, and kids that are bad get punished.

I went back to the hospital that night, for a concussion.

I didn't realize it, but I was crying silently over the memory of that day. My birthday never was celebrated again, and I'm 16 now. Eleven years, and my dad still hasn't gotten over the death of my mother. He still blames it on me, I understand now that he's right. It was my fault, if I had been a good girl then I wouldn't have cried and I would have waited until it was a better night to celebrate. It's my fault that my mom died, and that dad lost his wife, his only love. He never wanted kids, but he acted like he cared when I was born, for mom's sake. Whenever she was out, or just wasn't around he'd call e nasty names, or he'd just glare. If mom had noticed she never said anything, but besides the bad memories of dad, I don't remember a whole lot that happened before the accident.

He got gradually worse as I got older, at first it was mostly verbal and a little physical abuse. Then it went to a lot of verbal and a whole lot more physical abuse. That started the night when I turned nine.

I smiled it was my ninth birthday, dad wouldn't celebrate it, but I did. Mom had told me

if she ever died to never mourn the day she died, but to celebrate and be happy. And I planned to do

just that. I waited until dad was gone of course, but I always did a little something for myself, and

for mom. It was while I was thinking about her when dad came home, he opened the door and started

yelling, 'What is this?! How many times do I have to get it in your head that we celebrate nothing in

this house!' It was true, holidays were the worst, he was was always meanest then, I think that's

because mom loved all holidays. He stomped over to where I was sitting, and I tried to get away, but

he grabbed me by my shoulders. 'Where the hell do you think your going?' he spat at me, I tried not to let my tears show because I knew he hated them, but I felt them betray me and fall. Smack! Across the face, and he just laughed at my shriek of pain. 'You are going to learn a lesson, you brat. You will

learn to obey' All I could do was nod. That night I went to the hospital, I had 3 broken ribs, 2 more were cracked, and a broken ankle. He was acting like the concerned father, apparently "I fell down the stairs" I scoffed at that, but with a sharp look from father I shut up and just look down. We moved

that next weekend.

"Dad," I called, "Dinner's ready," he smiled and pet me on the head.

"Good girl, now go sit on your bed and wait till I'm finished and I might just give you a treat." He cackled, and I repressed the shudder that was threatening to pass through my body. I obeyed though, I learned it was much easier to just listen, everything was easier that way. I learned what a treat was on my thirteenth birthday.

'Girl!' dad called, I went into the room and waited for him to speak, I learned long ago that I don't

speak unless instructed to speak. 'Since you always seem so insistent on celebrating your birthday

I decided that this year you'll get a present. And this present you tell no one about, or you'll

be visiting your mother. Got it?' I nodded. 'Go to your room and wait for me and your treat.' I was scared I had no idea what he meant, but I soon learned what a "treat" was. It was on my thirteenth birthday that I lost the one thing precious to every girl, and learned what a "treat" was.

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