I do not, I repeat, do not own anything from Twilight. All the greatness goes to rightful owner(s).

Rated M for abusive actions, language, and later on rape (maybe), and later on lemons.

Chapter one

BPOV

I moved from Phoenix when I was 14 during the summer. My mother, Renee, was always sad because she couldn't be with her husband, my now step-father, Phil. So I decided to send myself to Forks to live with my father, Charlie. Boy, do I regret doing that.

After a couple months of living with Charlie, he started drinking. For awhile he didn't do anything, just came home drunk. But all that changed one night when he went to far.

I still remember the first day it all started.

Flashback

"Bells?" Charlie slurred while stumbling to get inside. Great, I thought, he is drink, again.

"Yes, dad?" I replied. I sighed and got up from the table to go and help him to his room. When I got to him, he had this glint in his eye. I've never seen it before.

"Da-dad?" I stuttered. Oh god. What is he going to do?

"You look like Renee. Too much like her. I can't stand to look at you anymore. It reminds me to much like her." He said with venom. He started walking towards me.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a whisper.

"Shut up, you little bitch!" He screamed at me. I had my back against the wall by then, but he kept on coming towards me. I tried turning around to go run into my room, but he already grabbed me by my arm and threw me to the floor and started kicking me.

"Dad, stop it! Please!" I begged him. He ignored me and kicked me even harder.

He finally stopped from kicking me in the ribs, back, and stomach. He then grabbed me by my hair and dragged me upstairs to my room.

"You will not come out tell I allow you." He told me as sternly as he possible could.

I didn't say anything, other then sobbed quietly. He finally got my bedroom and opened the door and threw me inside.

"Do you understand me, Isabella?" He hissed at me, with such venom it would make a Hydrophis Belcheri Sea Snake jealous.

"Ye-yes, father." I chocked out with sobs.

End of flash back.

But I had to come back to reality when I herd Charlie coming in the house. I had dinner set up and it still was hot. You could see the steam rising from the freshly cooked rib-eyed steak.

"Dinner better be on the table, Isabella. Or I will punish you worthless ass." Charlie said while he threw his belongings on the ground for me to pick up. He normally get home around close to seven or eight in the evening.

I also became his personal maid over the years. It was living hell here, but I had one more year and I would be free from his hand.

"Dinner is freshly made on the table for you father." I said with no emotion. I learned to hide everything over the past few years. I had to or people would find out. Who know that Charlie would do if someone found out?

"Well your dinner is done, and the house is clean. May I go to bed, being as school start tomorrow?" I asked cautiously. I didn't want to piss him off the night before school. I'm still sore from last night beating.

"Yeah." He mumbled with a mouth full of food. I sighed in relief and hurried off to get ready for bed. Before he could change his mind after eating.

~To be continued~

Sorry for the horribleness. I haven't written a story sense I was in third grade. And that was seven years ago. So I would appreciate if you could give me tips, grammar help. Though I'm pretty sure my grammar was okay. Be truthful, I can handle the truth to a great extent. So review, I guess. I also will update as soon as I can. Which will probably be every day.

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