Author's Note: I do not own Twilight... Duh! Stephenie Meyer does.
Chapter One
Now I've done it. I've really done it this time. This will be the time I finally die. I rushed to finish the dishes before Charlie and Renee got home but of course I couldn't. I might as well brace myself for the blows that are sure to come soon.
"Bella!" Slurred my drunk parents in unison as they burst through the front door and charged towards me in the kitchen. 'Here it comes' I thought. "You haven't finished yet?"they yelled at me.
A terrible stinging sensation ran up and down my left cheek as Renee slapped me.I definatly did not feel like fighting with my parents right now so I kept my eyes downcast as they began beating me yet again.
A few punches and slaps later, I lay in the corner of the kitchen, huddled in on myself; protecting my face incase Charlie or Renee decide I've done something else wrong and decide to come back for more.
That's where I slept that night...