A.N. This is taking place in Forks, Washington. She is around 16-ish and such….
The closets darkness surrounded me. My raggedy breath was all I could hear, except for Justin's footsteps. I knew what he wanted. He hadn't finished his beating. I tried to be as quiet as possible so that he wouldn't find me. I still had welts on my arm from last time. The door peeked open and that absolutely hideous face peeked out.
"There you are…out. Now.." He said, his breath smelled like the 5 cans of beer I had watched him drink, knowing what was coming.
Oh God, Justin gave me his sweet, and totally fake smile; you could say that he is fairly ugly. On my way out I received a hard slap on the back and he opened the door for me to come out. Justin is about 6 feet four inches, has ugly brownish blonde hair, and has a jet black mustache. This was something Justin did whenever he wanted to say "good luck escaping me next time." I have tried several times to sign (in this story Renee is deaf and Bella knows sign language) to my mom, Renee, about haw abusive her new boyfriend is.
The only thing I get is "Bella, just because he is a little harsh sometimes does not mean that he is abusive." I show her the welts on my arms and legs, and that gets another
"Bella, he said that you are clumsy and just want attention. Don't blame it on somebody else." Renee is really a sweet woman, just a horrible mom; she is never aware of what is going on….
Renee is always gone on business trips, so that gives Justin ample time to beat me. My mom also has horrible taste in men; her last husband (Charlie) who apparently is my father ,is a no show and now her new boyfriend is abusive. He never hurts Renee though. I feel Justin yanking my hair and I am pulled over the side of the couch. My head lands on the floor and I smell rust and salt.