Hey guys I have yet another story. It is another Twilight story with darker themes. I know that I should be updating the other stories but this has been an ongoing stories between my friends and I. I honestly don't feel like updating the other stories but I will.

Enjoy!

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"Bella get down here you lazy bitch!"

That was my wake up call everyday. Every single God damn day.

"Don't make come up there!"

A sigh escaped me as I got up slowly, my joints and muscles protesting in response. I looked around groaning when I saw a small pool of blood on the carpet. I couldn't help but wince when I felt the cut at my temple.

It was at least 3 inches long, 1 inch wide, and about 2 inches deep. I grabbed my First-Aid kit and walked to the bathroom. After settling myself in front of the mirror, I moved my bangs and clipped them back. Then I looked at the cut. I cringed and gagged at the smell of the blood. I also had a cut lip and a fist shaped bruise on my left cheek. Looking closely at my cut I could tell that I needed stitches. I grabbed an alcohol wipe and quickly swiped over the cut. It stung and bled but it stopped soon after. Then I grabbed some Litocane and and rubbed it all over the wound. I felt it go numb soon after. I quickly inspected the rest of my body, I had some big bruises on my stomach and a lot of fading ones on my legs.

I fished around for my needle and thread and finally found it. I threaded the needle and took a deep breath before I began stitching it. I made tight even stitches. They were good, but they had to be, I do it often. It seemed like forever but I finally finished. The stitches were close to my hairline so I would be able to cover it up with my bangs, I had foundation to cover up my bruises. I could play my cut lip as biting it too hard. I stripped myself before stepping in to the shower. I turned on the your water relishing the too hot water beating down on my skin. I let myself relax, this was my peaceful me time. After gently washing my body and my hair I got out. I grabbed a big fluffy towel and dried myself off.

After I had wrapped myself in it I picked up my dirty clothes and walked into my room. I put my clothes in the hamper and walked into my closet. I grabbed a pair of dark washed any jeans, a long sleeve teal shirt, and a pair of teal Converse. I walked out to my dresser and got out my underwear and bra. Then I got dressed really quickly but cautiously. I did my hair rearranged my bangs, slipped on my shoes, and grabbed my backpack.

I quietly walked down the hall into a room with a blue door. I padded my way across the room to the bed and sat down.

"Wake up Brandon school's in almost an hour." Brandon groaned but got up. He looked at me with his almost identical blue eyes and smiled. "Morning Bells." His smile was infectious. Soon I was grinning with him, "Get up bub I'm driving you to school today." He nodded and started to get ready.

"I'll go make some breakfast be ready soon okay?" He nodded.

I headed downstairs carefully, seeing down my bag before I got started cooking breakfast.

I had just finished making chocolate chip pancakes, bacon and some hashbrowns when HE came storming in.

He turned his evil glare on me and hissed, " You better hurry your ass up, don't tell anybody or I'll make your punishment even worse." I nodded scared. He gave me a once over, "Oh for the love of God Isabella cover up your face. Don't let Brandon see you." I nodded again and he left.

I ran back up to my room and grabbed my foundation. I gently applied it, it didn't help though it still stung like a bitch.

I ran back downstairs carefully. I quickly pulled on a load of food on Brandon's plate and a little bit on mine.

I set down my plate and Brandon's before making our lunches. Brandon came down looking rejuvenated.

He smiled before scarfing down his breakfast. I ate what I could manage, which wasn't a lot because Charlie usually beat it out of me.

Are we were both done we grabbed our bags and headed to my car. Charlie may hate my guts and beat me but he gave me a pretty decent car because I drive Brandon everywhere. And Lord forbid Brandon ever got hurt. Well now that you think about it, Brandon really should never get hurt he was the light of my life.

I dropped of Brandon and drove to school, happy that he and I were safe. Well, he always was.

My name is Bella Swan I am 16 years old, and I have been and almost my entire life by my Father Charlie. This is my story.

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So? How did you like it? Tell me in the reviews. Don't worry I am still going to update the other stories.

I feel like having some fun with this so I am going to give you a question.

What part of Africa is my Grandparents from?

Hint: It is the 32nd largest nation in the world and one common language there is Ibibo.

The winner of that will be given there own little character in the next chapter.

Thank you

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