Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or its awesome characters, Stephanie Meyer does.

Bella's Pov

Daddy hurt.

I don't know why. I was a good girl, and mommy never talked back to him. I always here mommy saying she loves him. But he screams at her and slaps her. He leaves big bruises that make her ache and barely walk. I always try to be polite. No talking, only when asked a direct question, and always be a good girl. And never talking about how daddy hurts.

Mommy always says it's because he has a hard time at his job, but I know the truth. It's my fault. Daddy blamed his misery on me. He always yelled at me and said that of I hadn't been born he wouldn't hate or hit mommy. And when she had me, she didn't want to give me away to strangers so he got stuck with me.

"Isabella!"

Daddy's mean voice made me look up at him. His face was red and his eyes were squinted at me. He was angry with me.

"Look at what you've done!"

I looked down, and saw that I spilled my juice on the table and myself. It was even in the eggs and bacon. I looked back at him, feeling scared.

Mommy was holding my hand under the table, her blue eyes sad and worried and scared. She didn't need to be scared. I made a mess. I was going to be punished. Not her.

"Charlie, it was an accident." She said softly.

Daddy looked at her, his eyes flared in anger, his hands in big mean-looking fists on the table. Daddy stood up, and knocked over the table, making mommy gasp and me scream.

"Shut the hell up!" He screamed at me.

That only made me scream more because I knew what was about to happen. He walked around the broken table and grabbed me by my hair, pulling me put of my chair.

Mommy screamed bad words at him and jumped on his back, hitting him on the back and head. He grabbed her and threw her on the floor. She hit her head with her wall. Mommy closed her eyes, looking peaceful.

He threw me into my room, locking the door behind him. His dark eyes were angry as he took off his belt.

"Daddy no!" I screeched.

He only laughed and said,

"Lay down."

Daddy always hit me with the belt. Ever since I turned four. My fifth birthday was coming up in four months. I didn't want to get my present.

I shook my head, looking at daddy and his mad eyes with fear.

He grabbed me and slammed me onto my bed, flipping me onto my back. He swung the belt.

"Ahhhh!"

Two hits.

I cried loudly.

Three hits.

I felt hot tears in my eyes.

Five hits.

"Daddy stop it!" I cried,feeling blood fall down my skin.

"You're a little bitch, Isabella! Just like your mother. A worthless whore is what she is. You should've never been born, Isabella. You made my life a living hell. You come into this house, thinking you're gonna be all loved, with a nice family. Well, that's bullshit! No one loved you here, Isabella. Your mother it blinded by the fact that your her child and she should feel obligated to help you. But as soon as I make her look past that, she'll see you for what you truly are. A worthless piece of nothing that should've never been accepted into this world."

His hateful words made tears of shame fall down my face as he walked out of the room locking the door so I wouldn't try to get any food or run away with mommy again.

I curled into a small ball, crying into my pillow. I don't know how long I cried but I woke up when I heard my door open. I felt the bed dip and mommy's voice.

"My sweet baby girl." She whispered.

She crawled over to me, and picked me up. I held back a scream when she touched my cuts. Mommy had somehow found out how to unlock the door after daddy went to sleep. She came back a few minutes later, with bandages.

Mommy cleaned up my cuts so they wouldn't get worse, and put the bandages on them. She laid down next to me, her arms hugging me to her chest.

"Mommy, why does daddy hate us?" I whimpered, small tears falling down my eyes.

"Oh baby. He just didn't want a family. He thought you were a mistake, but I love you more than anything in the world. Never forget that." She whispered.

"I won't mommy. Never ever. I love you." I whispered, hugging her.

"Don't worry baby. We will leave soon. As soon as I have enough money, I will take you and we will leave. We will go somewhere beautiful. With tress, and a big sun, and a large house." She said.

"And with flowers. Lilies, roses, everything. All of them the color the rainbow. A we can go to Disney World, and the beach, and the pool." I said with wonder.

"Yeah, baby. Don't worry. Things will turn around. We'll be happy soon."

And with those words left on my mind, I went to sleep, dreaming of seeing Mickey mouse and the gang.