A/N Okay, so this story is the new love of my life. I litterally love what i have planned for it. I'm talking Badassward ;) I'll keep this short. Enjoy!

This story is rated M and for good reason. It will have language and a dash of smuttiness...oh and if your sensitive to the idea of abuse (of any kind) than this story really isn't for you.

Disclaimer - One of these days i'm gunna get Stephenie to sign the rights to her books and characters over to me...but that day happens to not be today. I own the plot line but not the twilight characters...but i SO own badassward.

A Knock On the Door

PROLOGUE

"And I don't want the world to see me.

Cause I don't think that they'd understand.

When everything's meant to be broken.

I just want you to know who I am."

- Goo Goo Dolls

You know those people…the ones who know the meaning of life? They know how they want to live and who they want to live it with. Everything is figured out and everything works out for them. They wake up happy and go to bed excited for tomorrow. Yeah well, I'm Isabella Swan and that sure as hell isn't me. So don't expect it.

I live with my step father, Phil. We live in a place especially made for the masochistic - Forks, or as I call it, Spoons. It's a small town nestled in the rainy Northwestern state of Washington. It's a lovely town where the men get drunk of their asses everyday and the women start untrue rumors because really, there's nothing else to do. I for one, am NOT a part of the 'Females of Forks' club. Yes, they actually have a club. It's ligit too. Women from Forks gather together of all ages and gossip about whatever they hell they can…which I don't really know what that is, seeing as though nothing ever happens here. They throw parties and benefit dinners. I snorted to myself. Benefit dinners? They want me to pay twenty dollars to get a crappy meal and pay for their pedicure? No fucking thank you.

I couldn't remember the last time I smiled and it wasn't forced. But can you blame me? My life is hell. My mother and father got a divorce when I was little…about seven I think. My mother left to Arizona where the sun actually shines - hard concept for us Forkies. She left me with my father who soon turned into my best friend. My mom would stop by every once in a while when I was growing up. Just to 'borrow' cash from my father that is. She told us about her new hobbies and her new boyfriend of the month, asked for money and when my father, Mr. Pushover, gave it to her, she was gone. That was my relationship with her my whole life. About a year ago, last summer, she came and told us she was getting married. My father tried not to look crushed but I knew he just wasn't over her. She said she needed Charlie to pay for the wedding, but this time he refused. She was just as shocked as I was. He told her that she should leave and not to come back again if she was going to ask for money. After she left, I told my father about how proud I was of him. We spent that night getting lost in comedy movies because I knew he needed to be cheered up.

A few months later she comes home, bringing her new husband this time. I was honestly making plans to punch her out before she left. Hell, I wanted to kill the bitch. She knew what she was doing. Torturing Charlie with her new boy toy because he wouldn't pay for the wedding. He was half her age and he was a cop on the verge of being laid off apparently. Big muscled with small brains was the reason I assume. I think it bothered my father that her new husband was a cop just like he was. Renee probably knew it would. She made out with him right in front of Charlie. He looked away uncomfortably, and his eyes watered. She pulled away and asked what room they could stay in that night. My dad and I exchanged a look that said, you have got to be kidding me. My father was back to being Mr. Pushover again, I guess, because he told them they could stay in the spare storage room which was across from my room. I was very opposed however. I told her to fucking hit the road and if she wanted a place to sleep then to hitch hike her ass to a motel…and I also threw in there, 'that is if Phil can afford that'. What can I say, I was pissed. I wanted her to feel as much distress as she inflicted on us through out the years. My father almost succeeded in holding down his laughter. Almost. My mother grabbed my arm and told me she needed to talk. I humored her and went into the other room. The next words out of her mouth had turned my previous assault plan into a reality. She fucking asked me to come live with her. Without another thought, my fist snapped forward and connected with her nose. Yes that's right, I broke my mother's nose. She screamed at the top of her lungs, 'You bitch!' at the same time I screamed, 'Fuck!' to which upset my father into coming into the room. My hand felt like it had a damn heartbeat…and knives being stabbed threw it. He took one look at her and ever so gently said, 'Renee, you need to leave. Now. Don't come back.' I never got punished for hurting her. He actually pulled me aside the next day and wrapped my now injured knuckles and taught me how to really throw a punch. That was why I loved my dad. He was always there for me and he never judged me. I now have a killer right hook thanks to him.

I felt a tear slide down my cheek as I admired my still wrapped hand. It's been wrapped for a few months and the doctor said it would be just a few more. He asked how I injured it. I told the truth - that I punch a bitter harpy. The doctor laughed and said, 'You must have thrown some serious force behind this punch.' I turned and smiled at my father who was shaking with bubbling laughter. I turned back to the doctor and said, 'It was so worth it.' I felt another tear slide down my cheek as I took my pain pill and my anti-anxiety pill. Speaking of pills, my mother had got into drugs after that and left Phil. My father and I had heard that she owed some big drug lords lots of money and disappeared. We weren't exactly sure what kind of disappeared though. In hiding or six feet under. It didn't make a difference to me.

I felt several tears slid down my cheeks as I thought of what came next. My father, my best friend, Charlie got shot by a mugger in the Fork's drug store. I was there picking up snacks only a half an hour prior to it being robbed and my father being shot. That really bothered me. I could have seen it happening. Maybe i could have prevented it. Maybe i would have died in Charlies's place. I left right before it happened. I didn't go to the funeral. I was in shock. I had to live by myself for a few days till Child Services could figure out who my closest relative was. Which was no one. I didn't have family. Both parents were an only child and both of their parents were already dead. I didn't have anyone. They told me they found someone, much to my surprise, and I readied their room for them wondering who it could be. I opened the door on that Sunday morning that ruined my life. I opened that door and let the demon in. I opened that door that Phil stood behind. My mother had never gotten a divorce from him, she just left, so he was still technically my step father. HE was going to be my guardian for the next two years. I had no idea, back then, what he was capable of. I thought he was just going to be a some douche that didn't give a damn. But he was far from ignoring me. I wish that were the case. Now, with the new school year just starting, I'm going to be a junior in high school. And I hope for my sake that I can catch a fucking break this year. But I won't. I'll be lucky if I'm alive by the time I'm eighteen. This is my life. This is why I'm bitter. And this is why a knock on the door saved my life.

A/N Okay, so what did you think? Hit or miss? Tell me your thoughts on it and i'll try to message back everyone that reviews depending on how many reviews i get. I'll update in a few days...no longer than a week for sure. I hope you liked it! Thank you for reading, it really means alot to me! BellaCullen03