Disclaimer: I don´t own Twilight. I do own my story, but the characters belong to the amazing Stephanie Meyer.
This is my first ff. So please be kind, when and if you review.
Chapter song: Face Down - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I could see him holding my life´s ending in his left hand as he came towards me with firm steps. "You´re just like your whore of a mother" He spatt at me. I didn´t answer, I knew from experiense that no matter what I said or did, it would just infuritate him futer, and that was something I wanted to avoid.
"You just couldn´t live like I told you to, you reallt had to fuck it up didn´t you." I looked almost calm while he spoke and his eyes was locked at the item in his hand. But my gutt told me this was far from over. I didn´t know what to do, all I did was just standing there, I hadn´t even taken my jacket off, afraid I would make everything worse.
"You´ve done this for the last time.. You´ve made me a fool for the last time." I met his eyes, and was petrefied off what I saw. His eyes were totally black, and full with hatret, dusgust and anger. I could feel it in the air, the hate he truly held for me. He never loved och care for me at all..
*BANG*
When the first hit came I was unprepared, and all air left my loungs from the hit in my stomach. "Stand up you Bitch!" He spat and grabbed me by the hair to pull me up again. "I want you to really understand what I´m telling you."
*BANG* This time I was aware, and had time to prepare myself, and somewhat hold back the pain from his hit. I waited for more commands to come, but he didn´t say a word, but his eyes told me a whole lot. I would be lucky if I got ot of here alive.
*BANG* Third hit towards my ribs, the pain was enormus, but I tried to hold it in. Not to show him how much he really hurt me. When the fourth hit came he let go off my hair and let me fall to the floor with a thud.
"If I ever see you again, you better run.. got it? Beacuse I will kill you. You´ve imbarassed me enough in this town. You and your fucking mother. I don´t care were you go, or who you go with, as long as it´s far away from me. Got it?" The questins usually was just for him to make a piont, so I didn´t answer. Apperently, this time he wanted one. I saw him drag his foot backwards, and curled into a ball to protect myself, but I was to late. His foot conected whit my ribbs. "AAAAHHHH" This time I screamed. I heard atleast two ribbs break at the inpack, but I couldn´t move. The pain shoot through my entire body.
"Noone will come for you, understand that. Noone cares for a whore!" With that he spatt me in the face and walked over me out the door.
I don´t know for how long I laid there, trying to breath. But when I finally managed to sit up again it was dark. I pulled my knees up, trying to hold my body together, and did something I haven´t done in a long time, I cried.
I don´t know how, but a week after that I was on the other side of the country.. Guess my mind blocked the tripp, but not the reason for my tripp. Maybe I needed the memory to remind myself to never go back?
My name is Ice Night, and this is my story.
