Being abused isn't the funnest thing, or even remotely close to being okay. It's like hell, knwoing your father hits you because he blames you for your mothers death. I was scared of my father, but i knew how to handle the pain. I turn limp when he hits me, shutting down so i would feel numb. But it's been seven years, and i'm all sore. I didn't hang out with many people, only if i needed to.
"Bella!" My father slurred from the couch. I ran to him, not wanting to make him mad with me. He was lying lazyly across the couch, and a beer in his hand.
"Yes?' I asked.
"We're moving to a town in Washington, so pack my things." He demanded. I froze, shocked.
"We're... moving? Why?" I asked. He snorted.
"Got a job. Now pack!" He screamed at me, threatining me with the bottle in his hand. I run to his room and grabbed his smelly clothes and folding it. I wore a black sweater, and i covered my face with the hood at school, hoping no one would notice the scar under my left eye. He had gotten so mad he had hit me somewhere everyone could see. He warned me if he got in trouble for the scar, he would kill me.
I quickly had his things packed, and started on mine. I put the heavy cases in the trunk of the red truck and h drove us to our new house. I didn't complain or talk the whole ride, not when he had a switchblade on him.
I had to carry down the bags as movers carried our beds into the house. I frowned at the size, it was too big for someone like us. People would be impressed by the size, making it hard to keep our secret. I paid the movers while Charlie slept, and i unpacked. I did my best to leave him asleep, but a suitcase fell over, creating a loud thump, waking Charlie up.
"Why the hell did you wake me, you brat!" He screamed, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me roughly. He threw his hand across my face, and i let my body go numb as he hit me. I would find out the damages when i wake.
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