The tears streamed down my face as I locked myself in the bathroom, smothering the sobs and shakes enveloping my body. He was angry this morning. He and mom were arguing again... she left a few years ago and He's been on the phone ever since, demanding her to take me back that he didn't want me. To be honest, I'd rather deal with my mothers emotional and verbal abuse than my fathers abusive and sexual abuse. Its wrong. I can't talk when I'm around him. I feel like I can just let out all the tears I've been holding in everytime he's around. He brings his friends from work around and my ex- best friend. Jacob. He started following Charlie's footsteps last year. I begged him the best I could thorough all my sons but he pressed in to me harder and I scream bloody murder. I can't do this anymore! I HATE MY LIFE. I HATE IT. I start school tomorrow at Forks High and Charliie warned me that if I dare say a word to anyone... he would make sure I got "what I deserved".