Disclaimer; I don't own twilight Stephanie Meyer does
Edited
Chapter 1- The last day of summer
''You pathetic piece of shit" slap" it's all of your fucking fault" slap" by the time I'm done with you you're going to wish you were never born " by the time Charlie was done with me I limped upstairs trying to make it to the bathroom despite the pain to try and fix myself up when I looked in the mirror I wasn't even shocked I had a busted lip some yellowish bruises on my face that looked like they would turn purple and on my stomach it was starting to turn purple.
My life hasn't always been this fucked up when mom was alive everything was so diferent Charlie was an amazing dad every bale recital or hip hop dance show he came too but now he is a shell of his former self when mom died three years ago from breast cancer dad took it hard and instead of grieving together he went to the bottle choosing it over his only daughter and causing it to completely takeover all reason.
I became his own personal punching bag which because of that made us have to move from phoenix where he was the head of the police department to forks since the neighbors were starting to get suspicious from all the noise, like my screams and him throwing things at me. But the worst part is that before mom died she told me about the real Charlie and how he used to beat her secretly when I was away at school or by grandma swans house.
I wish I could get out of here or tell someone but I know what will happen, Charlie is the law in our town just like in phoenix who would believe that the chief of police is abusing his 17 year old daughter. And if they do I'll probably end up in the system in some foster home or on the streets.
I n a year I'll be graduating and I will just have to hold on till then. I have been saving some of the money Charlie gives me to pay the bills and buy groceries and I have close to nine thousand dollars hidden under the floor board in the jewelry box mom gave me for my 16th birthday.
After cleaning myself up I limped to my bedroom locked my door and put my night clothes on and not even bothering to pack my bag. This is why I hated summer vacations thank god it was my last day of summer. I layed in my bed crying myself to sleep.