AN: Behold! Another piece of brilliance by 72400!

There is going to be a difference in the story, but not it's plot or the outcome. I wanted to tweek it a little to make it more detailed. If you like it, please, pretty please, review!

BPOV:

Age 7

I am in bed, listening to Mommy and Phil yelling downstairs. I don't know why they are yelling, but I don't like it.

Ever since Daddy died, this is what I listen to at night. It was never like this when Daddy was here. When Daddy was here, him and Mommy would always come tuck me in and kiss me goodnight. After they left, all I could here was the quiet sound of the tv.

That's not what it's like with Phil here.

They do this every night, but it usually stops after a good bit time. I think Phil leaves. I think that's why the fighting stops.

Age 10

"Do you want to come over on Saturday, Bella?" My best friend Rose asks. We are riding home from school on the bus.

I hate the bus.

"I hope so." I answer her. "I don't want to sit around and listen to my parents argue." The next stop is Roses house, so I am left alone on the noisy, smelly bus.

"Hey Bella!" Mike taunts. "Are you all alone now that your only friend left?" He teases. I hate Mike. He is always really quiet around Rose, but then when she leaves, he'a anything but quiet.

Probably because Rose scares him.

"Micheal!" Ms. Wendy, the bus driver, yells. "Sit back in your seat." Mike almost instantly drops back down into his seat. "Isabella, come up here and sit behind me."

I do as I am told, because if I don't, Phil might find out. I really don't want to make him mad today.

When I am seated where she instructed and we are stopped at a kids house, she turns around and looks at me. "From now on, I want you to sit right here. Your friend can sit here, too. I just don't want him to mess with you anymore." Ms. Wendy smiles at me.

I smile a little bit and nod. She is the best bus driver ever.

Age 15

"Isabella! Angela! Get your asses down here! Now!" Phil yells up the stairs.

"Shit," I mutter as I get off of my squeaky bed. I knew this would happen today. He was in such a foul mood when we came in after school today.

I meet Angela at the top of the stairs, but before she can start to head down, I grab her arm.

"If he starts to hit, you get behind me," I instruct. "And if I say for you to run, you run out the door and go to Emily's house, okay?"

She nods. We are both trying not to focus on the screaming coming from downstairs.

"Angela, if he starts to hit you and I interfere, you do not, under any circumstances try to help me. You are to run to Emily's." I order, making sure she gets the point.

"Okay," she nods again, and I can tell she is trying not to cry.

I put an arm around her and we rush down the stairs. We walk into the small family room and see Phil just as he slaps mom. Coming back instantly, moms head snaps toward the doorway where we stand.

"Don't you dare hurt them." She hisses at Phil as she attempts to get free of the hold he has on her two wrists.

"You do not give me orders, Woman!" He screams and slaps her to the ground, knocking her unconscious.

"Mommy!" Angela cries. I get down on my knees and try to shush her before Phil gets the chance to.

He jerks his head toward me and Ange, glaring at her for crying out.

"Phil, don't hurt her. She's only eight." I beg, trying my best to calm him down. I can't tell if he is drunk or high. I'm hoping it's high because when he is, it's much easier to fend him off.

"You going to follow the lead of you mother?" He growls. "Look at her! Is that what you want to happen to you? Or should the brat get it this time?" Definatly drunk. He never threatens Ange when he is high.

Shit.

I get close enough for only her to hear me. "Ange, you need to go. I will come over to Emily's to get you later, okay?" I rush, seeing Phil slowly making His way toward us. "Tell Emilys mom Bella said you need to stay for a bit, but I will come over later. Go," I send her off, hoping this will be one of the lighter hits.

Luckily, Phil lets her go. Instead, he comes straight for me, unbuckling his belt and snapping it once.

AN: I am really, really sorry it's such a short chapter, but I thought I should at least get one chapter of this story out before next year. Wow, its so weird saying that. Anyway, other chapters will be much longer and much higher quality. Sorry for any incorrect grammar. It will get fixed.

On another note, I am all out of stories to read. So if you guys have any good stories, please review and tell me about them.

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