My Hero

Chapter one

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BPOV:

"Bella! Honey I'm going to work, I'll be home later tonight, dinners in the fridge!" I heard my mother close the door behind her. I walked over to my bed room window to watch her as she got into her car. This was my chance. I needed to escape now, to find somewhere I can be safe from him. My mother met her boyfriend Phil a couple of years ago. She considers him to be one of the nicest men she has ever met in her life and that she's lucky she found him. I thought that to when I first met him, he seemed nice but that's until he catches u alone and unprotected. It started when I was 14, he would come over and offer to stay with me while my mother was at work so I didn't have to be alone, then once she's gone he beats and rapes me. If I would have known then, what I knew today I would have run as fast as I could.

I remember the first day my life change forever like it was yesterday…

"Oh I'm going to be late! Bella sweetheart tell Phil I'm sorry I left before he got here but I really have to get going. I'll see you tonight"

I turned on my TV and surfed through the channels. About twenty minutes later the door bell rang. I got up and opened the door, it was phil. I noticed he had a brown paper bag in his hands but I didn't pay too much attention to it.

"Hey Bella, where's your mother?" he asked making his way over to the couch.

"She just left, she was running late, she said to tell you she's sorry" I made my way over to the kitchen. "Do you want anything to drink?" I asked

"No, but do you mind bringing me two cups." I wondered what it was for, as I was getting them.

I grabbed two glass cups and made my way over to the living room again. I placed them on the table and sat down on the couch.

"Thank you" Phil responded with a smile. He grabbed the paper bag he was holding before and took out a tall liquor bottle.

"Did you ever try alcohol before?" he asked while pouring the alcohol in both glasses.

"Uh- no you know Renee has a low tolerance for these kinds of thing don't you?" I asked a little surprised.

"Oh come on she'll never find out. Besides you're with me. You should trust me. Do you trust me?"

"I do, but…" he put the glass in my hand and lifted it toward my lips. This was wrong, if mom ever found out she would be really upset. I looked in his direction and saw that he was on his second one. I just kept watching him. I never knew he was capable of consuming this much alcohol. He then did something I didn't expect he put his hand on my thigh. That made me feel a little uncomfortable.

"You haven't even taken a sip yet, come on what are you waiting for? I can tell he was starting to become drunk, he was very red in the face.

"No Phil I don't want any thanks, I don't want to disappoint mom." I said putting down the glass.

"Oh the hell with her, I said drink it." he grabbed the glass from my hand with one hand and held my face with the other. He forced the drink into my mouth. It tasted and smelled awful.

"See that wasn't so bad now was it?" he said while putting the glass down. I felt uncomfortable again and wanted to go to my room.

"Right, I'm going to bed, night Phil" I got up to walk away. As I turned, I felt him grab my wrist, and forcefully pull me back down next to him. He was angry, really angry.

"No you're not, you're staying right here" he twisted my wrist enough to make me feel pain.

"Phil let go, you're hurting me!"

"Hurting you am I? You don't know what pain truly feels like."

With that he slapped me hard in the face. That was defiantly going to leave a bruise. Now I'm scared. I've never been hit before. I felt hot tears falling from my eyes.

"Stop all that crying, what did I hurt you again?"

Again he hit me only this time on the back of the head. He didn't stop there; he picked me up and threw me on the floor. I tried to get up, to run away, but every time I did he would pull me back down. He took off his belt and removed my shirt and jeans, to get better access to my skin. Over and over he hit me, leaving marks on areas unseen, such as the middle of my back and butt. He knew better then to hit me in areas where they can be seen. The pain was unbearable. I begged him to stop, but he just ignored me. My screams were getting louder with each whipping, enough that if I continued my neighbors would hear. I'm guessing he was thinking the same thing because he put my sock in my mouth to shut me up. After what felt like ten minutes he decided to go a little further. He removed the rest my clothing and his…

What he did next is unspeakable. I can't even let the words describe the pain he inflicted on me. And it didn't stop there. No it happens every time he comes over. It happens so often that it came to a point where I said I'm use to it. That's when I realized I needed to get away and fast. I should have run a long time ago, but I was too afraid. Where would I go? I was too young to know my way around, but now I'm older. And I know where to go and that place is, Forks, Washington, where my dad, Charlie lives. I had to leave fast, Phil would be here any minute. I shoved 5 shirts, 3 jeans and some bras and underwear into my school backpack. I put my birthday money into my wallet and made my way downstairs. I ran to the kitchen to get some snacks for the trip. I shoved a couple of granola bars in my bag when I heard the door open. (My mother thought it would be a great idea to give him keys to the house.) I hid behind wall.

"BELLA! Get your pretty little ass down here, don't make me come up their!" He shouted calling from the bottom of the stairs. "BELLA I'm warning you, you're only making this worse for yourself! Ok fine Ill come and drag you down BITCH!"

He ran up the stairs and I heard him go into my room. This was my chance, I made my way to the door and ran out. I ran toward the bus stop that was a couple of blocks away. I caught the bus just as it was leaving. Once I got on I was able to breathe. I was having doubts on weather I was able to pull this off. However I'm not out of the woods yet, see Charlie doesn't know that I'm coming, and I haven't seen him in years. I couldn't tell my mom where I was going because she would make me feel guilty, and make me stay. I never told my mom about what Phil does. She constantly tells me how happy she is with him and how wonderful he is. I wanted to tell her what kind of man he truly was but, one I was afraid she wouldn't believe me, and two I didn't want to take away her happiness, even though that happiness is my pain. I just hope Charlie takes me in and doesn't send me back. If he does let me stay ill call my mom and tell her some excuse of why I wanted to leave.

I arrived at the airport and bought my ticket. I boarded the plane about an hour later. I found my seat, sat down, and fell asleep before the plane took off. The stewardess woke me up when we landed. I was very jumpy, from the nightmare I was having, so I pulled out my notebook and quickly wrote down what I remember from my dream. I have nightmares every night. Since I can't talk to anyone I write down my nightmares in my journal to vent, it makes me feel slightly better. I made my way into the airport, and over to the payphone. I dialed Charlie's house number, it rang but no one picked up. Luckily I had his work number to and I dialed it, this time someone did pick up only it wasn't him it was a woman.

"Hi can I please speak to officer Swan?" I asked, nervously.

"May I ask whose calling?" the lady asked politely

"It's Bella, his daughter"

"One moment please" and with that she put me on hold. I waited for about a minute before someone finally answered. It was Charlie.

"Bella?"

To be continued…