The way I see it there are 3 kinds of households in Forks, Washington. Of the first kind, the extremely rich, there is only one, the Cullens. There are the normal middle class homes. And then there is my house, the one and only of the remaining kind.
On the outside it looks to be an average home. On the inside it holds an abusive father (Charlie). I was sent to live with him seven years ago after my mom (Renee) died. I begged the social workers not to make me go, but who listens to a ten year old who just lost her mom?
I can't even go to the police to report the abuse Charlie forces upon me daily. I am forced to suffer day in and day out because Charlie is the police chief here in Forks. I tried to the other officers, but they think his is a good man. Which he is but not when he is drunk, which is most of the time.