a/n so first off I am not a fan of twilight. again I was forced to read the first and last book by my librarian. So I got the plot. I watched new moon one day after school. it was I don't know, okay. but me myself read "The short second life of Bree Tanner." I love Jodelle Ferland and all of her work. I watched " Eclipse" after reading the book, thanks.

I take small breaths, my chest rising and falling fastly, like a small scared animal. I look around slowly. There he is. "Bree, damnit." He throws down his tattered breifcase. I look up slowly, and straighten up. holding my breath. "I told you about reading, you good for nothing dirty littel peice of trash!" he grabs my book and rips it in half, and to be sure I do not tape it together he throws it into the hot burning fire.

I watch as the small paperback of a midsummers night dream turns into a black coal. The blood flow to the tip of my tounge is non existing. I stand up and try to push pass him. I feel the air rush from my lips. as he knocks me down. my head hits the crisp corner of the dirty white wall. I feel the warm blood trickel down my back. I squezze my eyes shut. and cower in the corner.

It's easy this way. I feel his hits, but now that I've gotten used to it, I find it lest hurtfull. I look up when he is done. warm tears fall down my face. He slaps me. again I let out a wimper. I rush to the bathroom and lock the door. I dont want to see the damadge, but I must, I'll have to make up some lousy escuse for all of the visabel bruises.

My hair is dirty and grimy from the blood. I start the shower, I cry out small littel wimpers. I study myself. there is a long scar that runs down my arm. It's from the time I was thrown into the tabel. I wrinkel up on the floor and let the warm water run down my back. I tuck my head into my knees and let it run onto my bloody scalp.

there is a large bang on the door. "get your littel ass out here, and clean your mess!" I look up and finish washing. I climb to my knees before moving sorely to the toilet and sit down, more bangs. is pull on the clothes I changed out of and walk out.

I clean up my blood, and go to my room. I switch on and of the lights until I remember the electricty was turned off last night. I crawl under my old bed and search through the boxes until I find the one that I'm sure I'm looking for. i pull out the flash light and click it on, the light is dim but enough for me to see. I pull out the book 'the scarlet pumpernickel' I only read it once but I liked it.

I curl up and lay my face on the book shineing the light onto it. I'm sleep or at least half, when my father walks in. He grabs my arm tightly. and I cry out. "Get up you littel bitch" he slams me onto the floor. and kicks me over. "what?" I yell. "I told you no reading!" he says. "stop, dad stop or I'll leave." I say. H slaps me with the book. I fall over. and look up. "Go, I dont give a damn where- just go."

I look up a knot in my throught I gulp up small amounts of air. and crawl into the smallest corner of my unevenly structured room. I look up at the person that once carred about me.

Etan looks closely at the bruise on my neck. "Bree I'm worried" he grabs me. The peopel at school stare at me they all talk behind my back and I can't help but notice. "I'm not stupid." he says. "what is it now? fell down a flight of stairs?" He asks. "shut up its not your business." I shoot around sharp glances. "Bree if you wont I will." He says.

I brush my hair out of my face. and smooth my dirty clothes I hope no one will notice. I keep my head down. counting the tiles I step on. I barely notice the guidence counseler in my path. "Bree Tanner?" she akss. "what gave it away?" Ethan jokes. The scars and the bruises, how I walk with a shy limp. "Your father is here we need you in the office" I gulp and shake my head I face Ethan, "see you." I punch him jokingly.