WARNING: THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS BOTH GRAPHIC RAPE AND ABUSE.

Disclaimer – I do not nor ever will own twilight

Summary: Bella is poor and lives with her step-father, Phil and her mother Reneé. Bella is abused by Phil and Reneé doesn't notice because she does drugs. Bella likes to write songs to express her feelings and one day when a talent competition comes to Birmingham (near where she lives) she takes a chance and auditions. A fellow auditioneé is Edward Cullen and his family – a dance group called Sugar lovin'.

This is Bella's Story

Loneliness

Preface

Everything around me was black. I wasn't alarmed- I like the blackness, it's safe there, comforting. I realised then that I was going to wake up- I always did, if I wasn't going to wake up I wouldn't see the blackness. And sure enough the sounds of my wonderful home filled my ears.

"Where are You Bitch?! It's 5.30! Why isn't my dinner ready?!"

Crap. 5.30. That meant I'd missed a whole day of school. And I hadn't woken in time to make dinner. Crap again.

I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. Nothing unusual, it seemed that I had passed out again yesterday in the livingroom when Phil- No I wouldn't think about that. It was better if I didn't. I slowly stood up and managed not to wince as the pain in my legs and chest got to me. I took a deep breath and just as I was about make a move for the door Phil walked in.

I held my breath and froze.

"Hello Bella"

I didn't react. I wouldn't – nothing he did would make me react, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

After a few seconds he realised I wasn't going to answer and slowly walked towards me. I still didn't react. He looked at me and slowly, very slowly raised his hand.

"It's disrespectful not to answer your elders"

And then I was on the floor, my head throbbing.

"So, Bitch, why is my dinner not on the table?"

Nothing.

"Answer me!"

Another slap, and a sharp kick to the ribs.

Still no reply.

"You Fucking Cow"

He'd lost it now, and I looked into his eyes for that one brief second before he began his onslaught of physical atacks. And what I saw scared me more than anything else.

He was a monster.

He didn't care.

No-one could save me.

And I felt one thing.

Loneliness.