Hey people. This fanfic came into my mind when I woke up from the surgery, I don't know why. But it should be rated T not M, lol. Here you go. Oh and my mom started reading Twilight yesterday and she is all most done with it. During my surgery my dad read some of Twilight and now HE wants to read the series!!!! Ha ha. I have never heard of a Twilight dad and that would be weird if he was team Edward….. -.- lol. Onto the story.


I screamed out in pain as he hit me again. My father, the man that took care of me.

"You worthless little piece of shit!" He screamed at me. I cowered in the corner. He just got back from the bar and boy was he drunk. That wasn't an excuse though.

"I'm sorry daddy!" I yelled through tears. I had no idea what I had done. Maybe it was the fact that I was alive. He smacked me across the cheek and stormed out of the room. I touched where he just smacked me and it burned. I sobbed in the corner of my room and then I eventually got up and looked in my mirror. I had blood on my face because when he slapped me, I got cut. I wiped I away quickly and ground my teeth together because it stung.

Charlie, my dad, used to be the chief of police of the little town we live in called Forks. He quit when my mom left him four years ago. I have only visited her twice and Charlie told me not to tell her or I was in for it.

I walked down stair to where Charlie was passed out on the sofa, snoring. I walked quietly into the kitchen and went to the medicine cabinet and grabbed a band-aid. I put it on and ran quietly up to my room. I walked to the side of my bed and prayed.

"Dear Lord, please help me. I can't take this anymore, send me an angel or take me into your loving arms when I'm asleep tonight. I'm begging of you. Amen." I said and climbed into my bed and pulled the covers over me and fell into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up to Charlie screaming my name. I hopped out of bed and changed quickly. I walked downstairs with my head down.

"Yes dad?" I asked him. He grabbed my chin and made me face him.

"As soon as I get home, dinner better be ready." He threatened me and left. Tears spilled but I quickly wiped them away and got in my crappy truck and drove to school. I parked next to a silver Volvo. New kids. No one in town had a flashy car. No one in town could afford one.

I met up with the one person in the world I told everything to, Angela Webber. She was my best friend since first grade. Two years ago she noticed the bruises and confronted me about them. I told her I had fell down the stairs but she knew me too well and I told her. She wanted to tell the police but I wouldn't let her.

As soon as I walked up to her I had tears in my eyes. She saw my face and frowned and hugged me. She knew he had beaten me last night.

"What happened?" She whispered to me.

"He punched me and slapped me a couple times. He was drunk." I said to her. She just stared at me with a sad look.

"Bella, we need to tell someone. Something really bad could happen to you."

"No Angela, please. No one can know. No one." I told her. I knew she cared about me. She sighed and we were quiet the rest of the way to class. She had French first period and I had English. She gave me a hug and walked to French with her boyfriend, Ben.

I walked into the room and sat at my seat. Normally it was empty but there was a new boy there. He had bronze hair and green eyes. He was beautiful. I smiled a small smile at him and sat down.

"Why are you crying?" He asked me. Shoot! I didn't know I had tears in my eyes. Traitor tears!

Let me know if you like it and I'll write more!

Ciao babes

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