Okay this is another story and it's based on the song by Ludacris, Runaway Love.

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The Only Escape

Chapter 1:

Mom passed out again, I heard the thump of her fall and I bit my lip as I watched as my door opened and Dad came in with a almost smirk and I watched as he shut and locked the door and I cringed, knowing what was to come.

"Please, dad, no," I said.

"Bella," he said. "Don't."

I cringed as he came towards my bed and I cringed up against the headboard and he started pulling my clothes off but I kept trying to push him away and it never worked, he just hit me and continued pulling my clothes off and I struggled and struggled but he kept hitting and hitting me until I had no strength left to fight.

He started fondling me and then he pushed one of his fingers into me and then soo I was forced to give him a blow job and he moaned and then, he lied on top of me as I slumped against my bed and my head on my pillow, my eyes barely staying open as he pushed into me, raping me (his own daughter).

I couldn't believe how life could be so cold. I watched as he pulled his pants back on and left, closing my door again and I quickly got up and locked my door. Then had a quick shower and went to bed.

I dreamt of life, all over again. I couldn't believe I had to put up with this during the day and now at night, in my dreams. They should've been my only escape from life but no it's not, it's when everything gets worst.

I woke up and walked over to my drawers and got dressed for school. Normal jeans, a long sleeved shirt to cover all the marks and bruises.

I got my bag and looked out the window to see dad's car already gone and I quickly walked out of my room and seen mom doing the washing, taking a few shots.

The only hell was home. I walked up to mom and tried telling her about dad but she looked at me in disbelief.

"Don't lie, Bella, it makes your nose bigger," mom said. I felt like screaming back at her that the only thing that made my nose bigger was dad punching me in the face but I just walked out of the door and out of the house and to school.

I hated school, nobody listened to me and I had to hold myself to keep calm.

I watched as I looked around at all the people laughing and talking amongst themselves and I had to close my eyes to stop myself from crying and then I opened them and sat at my usual seat. With nobody surrounding me.

I sat down and ate lunch quietly. It was only a sandwhich, it was all I could afford at the corner store. I saved the other half of my sandwhich for later and then I walked to my next class when the bell rang and I got up and walked to my biology class and sat where I usually did, on my own, up the back, where nobody could see me (not that anybody actually seen me) and I watched as two new kids came into the class.

Everybody had been wondering when they'd appear, everyone except me, I'd been thinking about everything I have since I was little, home. I had been thinking about everyone elses as well and how they'd get treated during the night while I was getting abused and raped by my father.

I couldn't think about it anymore. I just couldn't. I had to stop thinking. I had to stop moving. I had to.

"Oh," the teacher said when they went up to them and handed them a slip. "Uhmm... Edward, take a seat near Bella, she'll be your lab partner and then Alice, there's a seat right by Angela for you."

"Which one's which?" Alice and Edward asked at the same time.

"Oh, yes. Bella's the girl up the back and Angela's the one to the left and in the middle," he replied.

The boy walked up towards me and I had to admit that he was quite handsome with his reddish brown almost bronzer hair and green eyes. He was pale, along with the other girl. He was wuite tall.

She had pale skin, green eyes also and black hair that was in a pixie-cut, she was soo small and all of her features were tiny and she was soo beautiful, I wished for everything in the world that I was her.

I closed my eyes and looked away. Flasbacks of the past three nights came back. Mom bringing home another guy and laughing with him and then it all ended in a fight and everyone shouting at each other down stairs, while I was upstairs hearing all of it and wishing I was someone else as dad stomped up the stairs to see me all curled up sitting in front of the washing machine. He dragged me by my hair to my bed and it all happened over again, like it did last night. I had to shut my eyes to stop the tears from falling and I looked out the window, more memories coming back. Dad hitting mom, mom falling and tears in her eyes and dad stomping back up stairs and mom popped a few more pills and then went back to the tv with a bottle of whisky in hand and I walked upstairs, hoping to get away from everything and dad was waiting, lying on my bed, waiting for me.

"Are you alright?" I head a voice ask beside me. The voice sounded like honey and velvet.

I looked up at him, shocked. "You're talking to me?" I asked him, stunned that he'd talk to me.

He looked at me confused, his brown furrowing and wrinkling in between his forehead and eyebrows.

"Nobody talks to me," I told him, answering his unspoken question.

"Oh," he replied.

I faced the front of the class, pretending to listen.

"Why don't they talk to you?" he asked.

I looked at him. "They think I'm a bit strange and noboy listens to me," I told him.

"Well, I'm listening," he said, smiling down at me.

I turned away, cranky that he was just too beautiful. I looked out the window. "But not for long," I muttered, more to myself than him.

I was plain, I had dark brown mahongany hair, brown eyes, and was pale-albino.

I could see him smile in the corner of my eyes. "What's that? Right there?" he asked, poking at my bruise and it hurt and I flinched. "Did you get into a fight?"

I felt the tears well up in my eyes and I pulled back, I felt like he was making fun of me. I stood up and ran out of the room, tears rolling down my face as he stared after me confusedly.

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