When I was a little girl my family and I lived in Phoenix, Arizona. We were what people thought of as the perfect family. To everyone on the outside that's how it was. But if you were on the inside you would know that's not true.
My mother and father are usually drunk and abusive. Every time that I would tell them that it hurt or to stop the beating would just get worse. The only people that knew about the abuse were the Cullens. They were the family I would never have. Every time my parents would temporarily kick me out I would go there.
Flashback:
"ISABELLA GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE," my father yelled. I sighed they were probably drunk again. I walked down the stairs to see what they wanted.
"What?" I asked. But apparently that was a mistake cause they just hit me. My fatheres fist came in contact with my chest. My breathe was knocked out of me. While I was trying to catch my breathe my mother kicked me in the ribs. Then my father pulled me off of my knees.
"Isabella Marie Swan, you are officially not apart of this family any more. You need to pack up your things and leave within the next hour or your goin to be in a lot worse shape than you are now," He whispered in my ear.
End Flashback.
That was two years ago and I never went back to live with them because that night the house mysteriously burned down. Little did I know that my past would soon come back to haunt me.