Blood. That's all I could see. It was almost beautiful the dark red pool that surrounded me. I invited the warmth of it, the feeling of freedom that came with the blackness.

The numbness came after the first few hits. I was use to it, the less movement and restraint there was, the less pain. It starts with just a few hits and then progresses. Multiple hits to the stomach and a sharp pain in the abdomen and then blood. It was everywhere. Another blow to the head, falling to my knees I invited the blackness that came next. I invited death. The name "whore" rang in my ears right before the blackness finally took me.

I awoke in a hospital, a doctor was shinning and light in my eye causing me to blink rapidly.

"You're awake," he said, almost happily. I looked down at the IV in my arm and noticed the faintest sign of a bruise in the shape of a hand. I was alive. "How are you feeling?"

I barely choked out a "fine," my throat was so hoarse. The doctor handed me a glass of water after hearing my response. I had become fully aware of my surroundings by then, the room was all white and had a sickly smell. The doctor was tall with brown hair and blue eyes his skin was tan he looked like he was in his late 50's or early 60's. The name tag on his white lab coat read "Dr. Leopold".

"You gave us quite a scare Isabella," he wrote something down and then looked up.

"Bella," I quietly corrected him.

"Bella do you want to tell me what happened?" I avoided looking at him and stared at my hands. "You can trust me," tears began to fall as I finally met Dr. Leopold''s gaze.

"You won't believe me,"

"I promise I will," he looked sincere and the words started pouring out.

"My mom's husband drinks and he gets a little upset when he starts drinking,"

"Does he drink a lot?" he asked

"You could say that," I said bitterly.

"Did he hurt you?" I wiped the tears off my cheeks and looked up at him.

"Yes,"

Dr. Leopold checked on me a few more times during the night along with some nurses. My injuries were minor a few broken ribs and some bruising but they told me I had been pregnant and had a miscarriage caused be multiple hits to the stomach.

I was laying on the bed when Dr. Leopold and a police officer came into the room. "Bella we have someone hear that wants to talk to you," Dr. Leopold said. Sue Clearwater walked in a few moments later followed by Charlie, my dad.

"Oh Bella," she cried running over to hug me. My father had tears in his eyes, he was standing in the doorway motionless.

"Daddy," I whispered, I hadn't seen him in over five years not since my mom married Phil. Charlie started walking towards me and I clung to him not able to stop the tears from flowing. He kept saying how sorry he was over and over again.

"It's not your fault," I whispered to him, hiding my face into him shoulder.

"If I had been here-" I cut him off telling him there was no way of him knowing.

"You're coming home with me," he said "I'm not letting this bastard get away with this,"

"Dad," I started to say

"Bella I'm not going to let anyone hurt you ever again," I nodded to him. "Everything is going to be okay now sweetie," I relaxed a little letting the drugs the nurse put in my IV put me to sleep.

This is a little something I'm working on. Let me know what you think.