I do not own twilight sadly.

Warning: Abuse. Bad language. Rape


My name is Emmett Dale McCarty.

I'm 18 and I'm still living with the bastard of my father. In Illinois.

"you worthless piece of shit" my father Daniel McCarty, yelled at me for the 100th time.

Here I sit, body aching, a piece of raw steak in my eye, my white shirt soaked in blood. And there he stands looking at me with pure disgust, his not the slightest concern of what his bare hands did to his own son. He insults me, beats me, but no love what's so ever.

I'm tired.

I get up and head up the stairs.

His big hands collides with my chest, it knocks the air out of my lungs. I waver to the side but the wall catches me.

I heard dad chuckled.

"where do you think your going Emmett" he sneered my name but I saw the smirk on his lips.

I breath in a breath and it burned my chest,

"I'm tired dad, I'm going to sleep" I whispered, I tried to maneuver around his huge form but there was no luck.

He chuckled

"I don't think so, I'm hungry. Go make yourself useful for once and cook me something" he sneered.

I glared at him,

"why don't you fucking do it your self, you have 2 hands use them" I sneered right back.

The back of his hand came in contact with my cheek, the hit was so hard it made me fall on my side on the aluminum floor. I tasted blood in mouth.

Dad kicked my chest with his steel toed boot and my vision blurred with tears.

"I'm going to teach you to talk back to me like that young man." he growled angrily.

I whimpered trying to open my mouth to plead him no please but then I saw dad starting to take his belt off.

My eyes opened wide.

"daddy nooo please not again I'm sorry please" I pleaded with him, but he snicker.

The belt landed on my back, I arched forward letting out a pained scream.

"this will teach you to raise your voice at me" he snarled.

I whimpered and tears rolled down my checks as slash after slash of the belt landed on different parts of my shattered body.

I whimpered and screamed for him to stopped it would just make him go harder, through out the beating, I remembered drifting unconscious I could fell the belt land on my raw bleeding skin but it didn't hurt anymore I just felt numbness.

In my head I pictured my perfect father, some who never landed a finger on me, who never drank and was a hard worker, who loved me and hated to see me hurt.

A hard jab on my ribs made me come back and gasped in pain holding my side.

I heard a faint laughter in the background, but what was harder was the beat of my heart pounding against my chest.

"get up!" he ordered me.

I pulled my self up and my body protested shooting pain throughout my body, my body quivered threatening to fall against the floor again.

But I forced my self up and got on my feet my knees shaking, my father looked at me and scoffed.

"your pathetic, just like your mother"

A sharp pain went through my heart, my mother, my loving mother who escaped here when I was 10. She couldn't take anymore of Daddy's abuse sometimes I hate her, she could have taken me with her saved me all this pain I'm going through, but then I look and see that I'm glad she left, she doesn't need to see her son weak underneath his father.

"go to your room, I don't want to see your face, you disgust me"

I turned away from him, my body screaming from the movement. I made my way up the stairs crying. I grasp the walls for support and made my way to the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror, people see me and they think I cant be pushed around, just because I have couple of muscles. No one knows my father, no one know what he can do to me, what he can do to people in general.

I lift up my blood stain shirt and checked for bruises, purple-bluish lines started to show up on my stomach, back, arms, thighs, neck. I sighed and it hurt my face.

I checked my eye and it was started to swell. I looked at my lip an there was a slice from my middle to my corner.

I whimpered and turn to go to my room. I passed my drawer to tired to even change clothes I laid in bed and looked at the ceiling tears rolling down my cheeks down my neck.

Why? Why me? Did I do something wrong, am I being punished for something I did? I don't get it, why does my father hate me so much? What did I do to make him despise me, to want to break me beyond repair? Can I not be loved, will I ever find that person that understand what I'm going through? Or will I stay here, getting beat until I bleed, until he dies? Please god, I know your up there, here me take me away from here. Please help me, I might not be perfect, I might not be one of your perfect sons but don't make me stay here. don't make me have to stay with him. I'm scared he'll find another way to torture me. God please this is the only thing I ask from you. I hope you hear me god.

I rolled onto my side, and hissed in pain when I touched my rib.

I dreamed of place where I was loved, of parents who where there for me, of a wife who loved me. Of my children who would never experience me hitting them.

The door slamming opened in my room made me jump and then scream in pain. I turned to see my father in his boxers, he smirk at me and came over to my bed.

Oh god not this again, he stopped a 2 years ago please not again it hurts to much please.

He reached the bed and was towering over me. I cowered away. He snickered.

"you know the drill on your stomach cheeks spread wide" he hollered.

I whimpered but knew better to fight with him. I got up shaking. I unfastened my belt and undid my jeans. Then I slid out of my boxers.

I got on the bed and spread my cheeks apart. I hid my face in my pillow so he wouldn't see me cry. I felt dad tower over me his erection rubbing my ass, he slammed into me and I screamed unprepared for the pain it sent me into. My screams and dads moans filled the air as he pounded into me ruthlessly. I felt blood run down my legs and my knees give out, only to have dad press me into the wall, and continue. dad raked his nails down my back, only drawing more blood, causing his pace to increase. I soon felt dad release himself in me and collapse against me. dads heavy breathing drowned out my sobs, as he pulled the me against him.

"you belong to me Emmett, your blood, your screams, your body is all mine" he growled in my ear.

I nodded violently sobbing my ass and body in so much pain.

He got up and put his boxes back on letting me bleed and cry in pain on the bed.

"go to sleep and don't you dare get up to take a shower I want you to see when you wake up who you belong too" he chuckled and left my room slamming the door behind him.

I curl into a ball my ribs protesting, I cried my self to sleep the blood still all over the bed.

I woke up shaking, cold my face was sticky from tears and mucus I looked at my hands and there was bruises all over the sun was shining through my window and I saw how much blood I lost during the night and whimpered.

I looked at the clock and saw the time it was 7:00. Crap I'm going to be late for school.

I got up from the bed. I looked at my self in the mirror and looked in horror I looked straight from a horror movie, my shirt since I am have naked was cover in blood. My legs had strips of blood and bruises. I went into my drawer and got a new boxers some jeans and a long sleeve blue shirt. Then I grabbed my black huddie.

I walked slowly to the bathroom afraid to wake my father from his sleep.

I turned the shower on to warm and stepped in. The warm water made me fell like I was a normal teenage a boy.

I washed my self and made sure I clean everything of my father of me.

I stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror. I checked my side and sighed in relief that I didn't break my rib.

I checked my face and saw that I might have to cover up my cheek there was a bad bruise. With my luck at least my eye wasn't black and blue it was swollen but what's new.

I got dressed and cover my bruise on my cheek and neck.

I left the bathroom and saw that my fathers room was opened. Shit!

God please don't let him do anything to me I beg you.

I made it to my room quietly.

I put on my black and white snickers and grabbed my phone and I-pod on the way out. I know what you might be saying your dad cant be that bad if he buys you things. Right? Wrong!

The only reason I have nice things is because my father does it so people wont suspect that I'm mistreated. Bastard.

I walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen.

Dad was sitting down drinking a black coffee reading a newspaper. He looked up and smirked at me.

"morning son, how was your night." he chuckled.

"it was fine dad" I said trying to get a glass of juice and getting my ass out of there.

"did you cover your bruises" he asked serious looking me up and down.

"yes dad" he looked at me.

"how's your side, its not broken right" he asked.

"no sir just bruised" he nodded and stood up. He came and stood next to me. I flinched. He put the cup in the sink and left. I sighed in relief.

"I have a client today be back around 5. Have dinner ready understood" he told me.

I nodded. With that he grabbed his suitcase, grabbed his kegs and was out the door.

Thank god.

I drank a cup of juice grabbed my bag, my wallet and kegs and headed to school.

I go to school at Liberty High school its my last year and I cant wait to finish it.

I parked my jeep next to my best friend Mark's motorbike and stepped out. It was cold so I zipped my jacket up.

Mark was standing next to his girlfriend Amanda. They smiled at me and waved me over.

I walked over there making sure my bruises was covered up.

When I reached them me and mark embrace in a brotherly hug. I smiled at Amanda.

"what's up my man, how's it going" he asked.

"so so dad's giving me shit about getting a job" I lied smoothly.

He chuckled.

"Daniel still barking up that tree" he shook his head.

"yep, so what's new" I asked him.

"I heard about a big family moving in a street from here" he said his voice was saturated with curiosity.

"do the kids go here" I asked curious as well.

He shook his head no.

"nope, kids to big. I heard they might be going to college or just relax a bit" he said.

"why they move here"

"heard the hospital gave the father a good price to work there, Dr. Carlisle Cullen" he said.

I shrugged. "might be another suck up rich family" I said.

He nodded, the bell ringed and we shrugged of to class.

Classes went super slow. And today for some reason the teachers felt like having it for me. They called on me when my hand wasn't raise. Yell at me for getting the answer wrong.

I don't get why people hate me so much. My phone vibrated and I checked it in the hall.

I'm finishing my meeting early so I'll get home before you do I'm bring over friends today so be on your best behavior. I bringing Dan and Thomas. You know the drill for them. You get home no clothes on and on your knees in your room. I'll make dinner.

don't get home late, or else.

Dad.

I closed my phone and whimpered.

I went to my last class and sat through it without feeling. In the back of my head I kept thinking about the new family that moved in.

Why did it interest me. Why did the Cullen's mean so much.

For all I know they can be suck up rich people. This Carlisle Cullen can be an abusive father just like mine.

I sighed.

Why did I care so much.