Hey! Katie here, with another story. I really hope you all enjoy, remember to R-E-V-I-E-W it. I will love you forever and ever if you do. *Flutters eyelashes*
Katie: I own Twilight nanenanenanaaa.
Amelia: Uhh, no you don't
Katie: Don't I?
Amelia: NO! Stephanie Meyer does, stoooopid.
Katie: T-Thats, s-so u-unfair *Cries*
Amelia: Calm down, you do own some characters..
Katie: Oooo. Do I?
Amelia: Uh-huuh. Melissa and Anabelle, and maybe more *smiles evilly*
Katie: YAY! *Leaps for joy* I'm soo excited, and i just can't hide itt!
Amelia: Please be quiet and get on with the story.
Katie: Oh Yeah! Okay :)
Rated T Cause I am paranoid
Chapter One. [Beaten and Bruised.]
BPOV Beaten But Never Broken
New day. New beatings. I have gotten used to them now, but it still hurts regardless. Sometimes, beatings are more violent and drunken, others, taking their anger out on me. They know i can't defend myself from their battering tortures. Especially Phil, bear like. He must weigh about fifteen stone, all muscle. He works out regularly at the gymnasium which is down the road, walking distance. He has lightish brown hair with beady brown eyes which are almost always bloodshot from the stress and the excessive amount of alcohol he guzzles down his throat. His arms muscles are the most powerful, and the most deadly. Phil lifts huge weights and always manages to hold them up successfully. That is what makes him so deadly to others around him, especially me. The weak, petty sixteen year old with no fight in her. Me. Isabella Marie Swan.
My mother, Renee, was like me at one point in her deceased memory of it. Clumsy,liked to have a good chuckle, going out for meals, shopping. The girlie sort of things. But ever since she met Phil, her life was changed, changed for the worst. Excessive drinking of vodka, wine, shots. Anything they could get their hands on and pay for. Of course, once they were under the spell of drunkenness, they were raging. It was Phil that introduced my mother to alcohol. It was Phil who introduced her to the saying 'Sex, drugs and Rock'n'Roll'. It was Phil that indroduced her..to violence. Her once sparkling muddy brown eyes were now dull and emotion-less. Her eyes, like Phil's. Bloodshot and her pupils always gigantic. Her fingers, yellow and stained from the cigarettes they would smoke continuously. My mother, had disappeared. A devil disguised as her now, my real mother, was long gone, with know chance of returning. Not while Phil had her under his control. Like a well-trained dog. Uh. I hated him...i think now..i hated my mother.
I heard them shouting drunkenly down stairs, the smashing of glass which clattered noisily on the floor, the stagnant smell of cigarette smoke prevaded the dank, musky air. I was hiding cautiously in my room, listening to my ipod, Behind these hazel eyes by Kelly Clarkson. My ipod set my mind astray, into daydreams. Daydreams which let me imagine a better place. Perhaps lounging lazily by the poolside with my loving and irrational husband by my side. Our two children running and bombing in the pool, splashing the chlorine filled water all over the deck. Their laughter which pierces the moist, damp air. They were happy. They were free. I was free, but only in daydreams.
"Oi! Isabella. Get your arse downstairs now, you slapper!" Phil hissed up the stairs. I shivered, knowing what was coming next. Torture.
"C-coming Phil!" I replied and shuffled nervously down the stairs, trying to take the littlest steps as possible. Hoping that time would come to a pause, so i could sprint without stopping out of the front door and into a new life.
"Hello, you little whore" Renee chimed. Her voice muffled and slurred. These are the attacks i dreaded most, drunken. They wouldn't know when to stop. They would hit, punch, kick, scratch, bite until i was quivering with pain.
I looked around and saw Phil, glaring with hatred filled eyes at me. Before i could say 'Stop' he punched me heavily in the ribs continuously until i satisfied him with a loud 'Crack'. I stumbled and landed painfully on the oak floor.
"That's right you little cow, grovel at our feet, bitch" Renee spat. The stagnant alcohol raced through my nostrils and down the back of my sobbing throat.
"P-please" I choked out. "P-please d-don't d-o an-any m-more" I stuttered, cringing at the sudden twangs of pain that kicked at my ribs.
"Oh, Oh my, oh my. Ha! She's in bloody pain." Phil sneered. I hated his guts, the prick deserved to rot and burn in hell!
"Beat her carelessly Phil, baby. Shes nothing to me" Renee too sneered, I thought i heard the sign of her resisting but i was wrong.
"Sure, baby. Anything for my cupcake."
Phil dragged me into the kitchen by a clump of my mahogany coloured hair. The kitchen floor stank of rotting food and peoples feet. Why had Phil brung me in here? I never got brought in here for a beating before..
"You look nervous, sweety." He spat. Pulling out a glistening silver knife from the draw, a steak knife to be exact. This was going over the limit, surely. "You scared hon?"
"W-why are you doing this t-to me?" I asked, picking up strength the more words i pronounced.
"Cause we don't fucking care about you, duh. But firstly, before the knife, i want to do something up in the bedroom, kitten."
I knew what was coming, his little bedroom trick. His filthy, disgusting way of getting his pleasures. I hated him. I fucking hated him. DIE! The way he purred to me, about his bedroom trick was totally and utterly wretch worthy. I can understand him and Renee doing..stuff.. in the bedroom. But her own daughter, and her husband! Wrong, wrong,wrong. Why didn't she stop him? She was supposed to me my mother. All i wanted in life was a loving, caring mum. A fun and adventurous dad. But what did i get stuck with. A pair of abusive bastards. Let me die please.
"Come on, sexy kitten" Phil once again purred, and he dragged me off of the floor into his hairy, muscular arms. The arms which he had just beaten me with, were know holding me as he took me up to his bedroom. Once we got in he threw me carelessly onto the bed and unbuttoned his trousers. He flung him self on top of me and slid my trousers down. This is has to be the twentieth time he has fucked me. He was the one i lost my virginity to. My step-dad. The emotion-less bastard who transformed my mother into his girl clone. [A/N I won't go into details of Phil and Bella, but you get the picture. He is raping her.]
"That wasn't so bad Isabella" Phil announced, wiping up his mess. Dirty twat.
"Have fun, babe?" Renee said, she was stood flirtily in the doorway, with only her lacy underwear on. "Better then me?"
"Oh hell no." Phil said, rubbing his area. "Twice in one night, I don't mind that. Lets get this party going."
"Out Isabella. You've had you pleasures delt with, with Phil. GET OUT!" Renee screamed "I want some fun with Phil now!"
I ran out of the room, tears rolling down my cheek, trousers down my ankles as were my panties. I hated my life. I really did. At least Phil had forgotten about the knife, i would be sure dead if he had remembered. Fucking me then killing me. All i wanted was a family and friends and more importantly, a good life.
I rested my head on my pillow and fell into a deep sleep, with tears still rolling down my cheek. I didn't have a dream last night, my mind was blank and emotion-less. No colour, pattern, shape wanted to enter. I was a abused sixteen year old who gets fucked for step dads pleasure. Lovely life.
A week passed, and the same happened each night, but without the fucking. After he had done with me, he went up the stairs with Renee and made love continuously throught the night. They kept me up with their groans and shrieks of pleaure. Why couldn'y i have a decent life?
The next morning my mothers excited voice awoke me from my deep slumber.
"Bella, i have good news." She bounced. What had gotten into her? Why was she being nice?
"W-what?" I stuttered, being careful with my words.
"Well, here goes.. I'm..
Sorry for the cliffhanger. Haha. I'm so evil. :D What will Renee say? What will Bella's reaction be.. good, bad. All will be revealed in the next chapter.
Also R-E-V-I-E-W!
What should i make the Cullen's? Vampires or Humans? Comment and tell me which. Thank you.
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter guys!
Ohyes. [Katie]
