BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Gawd, where was that freaken alarm. My last day in Phoenix and I wake up late. That's just like my bro. Gawd; I don't want to be like him. Actually Em is probably still passed out.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Where was that stupid alarm? Em probably hid it last night just to mess with me. I love my older brother to death, but does he have to be so annoying all the time? Last time he hid it underneath my bed and the time before that he hid it inside my pillow, so since he isn't all that original, it is probably in my in one of my pillows again.

Sure enough, there it is. Right inside my pillow. It is sooo time to get him back and I know the perfect prank.

No one else is up yet, so I creep quietly downstairs and into the kitchen. I grab one of the plastic cups that Phil bought the other day at Wal-Mart to replace all the packed up stuff, which is already on its way to Jackson, Florida. Quietly I fill it up with warm water. Then concentrating very carefully on not tripping, I begin to walk slowly up the stairs.

When I reach Em's room, I quietly push open the door a bit and sneak in. He is passed out on his bed hugging his teddy bear, Mr. Squiggles and drooling. It is beyond me why a 17 year-old guy still sleeps with his teddy bear. I pace the cup right next to his bed. I carefully take one of his arms off "Mr. Squiggles" and I place his hand in the warm water. I slowly back out of the room and carefully shut the door behind me.

Now that that is taken care of, it is time to get ready. I laid out my outfit last night, when I finished packing. It was a pair of red skinny jeans with chains on the sides paired with a black wife beater, and my red and black striped Hot Topic sweatshirt. Normally this is something I would wear in the dead of winter, but since I'm moving to Forks, I figure that I'm going to have to completely change my whole wardrobe.

My mom remarried to this baseball player named Phil. He was nice at first, but after awhile he began to show his true colors. Never around Renee, but the bruises were getting harder to hide from her. Since they are moving, I found this the perfect time to escape my prison of the last 3 years. I decided to move in with my older brother Jacob and his wife. They live in Forks, Washington. Emmett is going with me also. Jacob is twenty-eight and works at the local Forks Hospital. I'm closest to him next to Emmett out of all of my siblings.

My mom has been married 5 different times. Jacob, Leah, and Sam were the product of her first marriage to Billy Black. Then came me and Em from her second marriage to Charlie. Then there is Mike, Lauren, and Jessica from her marriage to Tyler Crowley. Last there is little Tanya and baby Kate. They are from her last marriage to Anthony Mason. He was my favorite out of all my mom's past and current husbands. He was nice to me and Em. He treated us as if we were his own kids and not just Renee's baggage from her last marriages, unlike Charlie and Phil.

Charlie originally refused to believe that we were his, so he kicked us out. By us I mean me and Emmett when we were 12. We had been living with him, while Renee was off courting Tyler Crowley. We were out on the streets for over a week before one of the neighbors started to get worried when they didn't see us for a couple of days, and called child services. We have been living with Renee ever since. He still lives in Forks, like the rest of Renee's exes. Last I heard he was chief of police with two new kids and a trophy wife.

Anyways Jacob lives on the La Push Reservation, so that he can take care of Billy. Billy was in a car accident three years ago and it paralyzed him from the waist down. Jacob moved up there from Phoenix, where he met the love of his life, Elizabeth. They got married a year later, and now have 2 little boys named Collin and Brady. Emmett and I will be living with Jacob and Elizabeth until we graduate as long as we don't get into too much trouble.

"WAT THE"

That would be Emmett. The warm water seems to have worked wonders in terms of revenge.

"BELLA"

Ha-ha, Em's embarrassed. This is great; I wish I had a video camera, so I could video tape him and post it on Facebook. I'm completely and totally addicted to Facebook, Em loves to make fun of me because of it. He calls me "his little Facebook junkie".

"ISABELLA SWAN, GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

Looks like Em's roars woke up Phil, and he doesn't sound so happy about it. Slowly I walk downstairs. Em is staring at me from his room. He hangs his head in shame and mouths I'm sorry to me. I shake my head, it wasn't his fault. Phil is waiting in the kitchen. His arms are folded across his bare chest. As I pass the living room, I take a peek in there, hoping Renee is there to save me. Instead I see that the couch is made up as a bed. That means they had a fight and Renee is out with friends or somewhere other than home. This is looking worse and worse.

"Isabella, why is it that you woke me up at 9, this morning with all your screaming? You know that I am supposed to get at least 9 hours of sleep a night. With your stupid mother yelling at me all night, I only got 8. Now what am I supposed to do?"

Phil asked me in a deathly calm voice. He glared at me from underneath the kitchen lights.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wake you, Phil."

I said quietly. It was better to not bring Emmett into this, even though he looks so big and tuff; he is really a big softie. Phil's eyebrows raised up in anger and amazement.

"Did you just call me Phil, you little…"

Phil yelled at me. He brought his hand up and slapped me. It stung, but it wasn't nearly as bad as other beatings I had received at his hands. It still hurt though and it was all I could do to not cry. Unfortunately though I let one little tear escape, betraying to Phil that it hurt. He smiled.

"You have no right to cry! There are thousands of people who have lives a million times worse than you do. So don't you dare cry!"

He shouted at me. He punched me in the gut, sending me to knees. He then proceeded to knee me in the face over and over again. Then he grabbed me, by my neck and put me up against the wall. Blood was pouring out of my mouth. He tightened his hold on my neck.

"Listen to me, you are nothing. You are just another one of Renee's pets. She wouldn't notice is one went missing, so I suggest that you keep your little mouth shut. Okay, now clean up the mess you made, and make sure to use bleach, so Renee won't see anything. Good girl, now get to work!"

He dropped me and I slumped to the floor. I slowly stood up. I got the bleach and proceeded to clean up the blood. Long ago, I used to puke at the sight of blood, now I'm used to it. The bleach started to sting my throat and tears started to well up in my eyes.

Only 7 more hours, till I'm free of him.