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Chapter 1

"So Miss Swan what brings you here today?"

"Oh I don't know my mother thinks I'm depressed or something."

"What do you think?"

"I think that you already know why I'm here so why are you asking me? I know you talked to my mother and she told you that I make up lies about my stepdad. Well guess what… she lied to you!"

I couldn't help but get mad at this nice looking lady. The only reason she was talking to me is because my mother told her I was a pathological liar and that I was trying to break up her marriage.

"Isabella, do you think that you need to see me?" the plump physiologist asked me.

"No, I think my step dad, Phil, should be the one that you are talking to!" I was screaming at her now, she didn't understand how bad it was. She was taking my mother's words and making them truth.

"Why do you think that, Isabella?" Ok so she had the whole concerned adult down pretty good but she's not fooling me.

"First stop calling me Isabella, it's just Bella. Second I think this is crap, the only thing you can do to help me is by getting me to my dad's and far away from my psycho step dad!" I shouted and she actually looked shocked at my outburst.

"Bella, start with tell me what has been going on with Phil and then I will discuss with you contacting you father." Now we're getting somewhere.

"Phil has this thing about hitting me… he likes to do it a lot. It takes more time in the morning to hide my bruises than to actually take a shower and get dressed. I have no friends because of him, not to mention the taunting I get from my classmates about my wearing long sleeves and pants in the insane heat of Pheniox. He has made no secret about not ever wanting kids especially if they are not his. When my mom's not around he makes comments like I should have been left with my father, or I make my mom miserable. Now I know that the last one isn't true, my mom always tells me that she loves me and I was the best thing to ever happen to her. But I can see that she loves that loser and he makes her happy so I just want to get the hell out of there."

"Okay, Bella I will help you contact your father, but you have to promise me something." I nodded. "I want you to keep a journal of sorts. Just write down everything your feeling about anything. After you move to your dad's I would like it if you emailed me weekly so I can make sure that you are doing okay." She smiled at me and asked for my dad's number, I gave it to her and about an hour later Charlie was getting ready to board a plane to Phoenix with a one way ticket back to Forks, Washington that had my name on it.

When I walked out of the office my mother was sitting in the waiting room reading a magazine. "Hey mom I'm done, can we go home?"

She nodded. The ride home was quiet, I knew she wanted to ask me about my appointment but I wasn't planning offer any information, at least not until Charlie showed up to take me to Washington. She kept eyeing my lap, I was holding a leather bound journal that Dr. Shay gave me. And she made me promise again to email her with bits of the journal and about my adjustment to living in Forks.

Phil wasn't home when we pulled in the driveway but I knew that meant he was at the bar and he would come home completely trashed. I also knew Charlie would be here in a few hours. I excused myself to my room to start packing. After locking the door and pulling out my suitcases I thought about what I was leaving, it wasn't much. I didn't have any real friends due to Phil's strict rules about going out or having someone over. I didn't date because of the same rules. There really wasn't anything holding me to Arizona.

An hour or so later I heard Phil's voice echo through the house then I heard my mom squeal happily then a door slam. I knew that gave me some time before he came looking for his punching bag. My cell vibrated and the text read that my dad would be here in less than 45 minutes. I sent a message back telling him to come straight to my room and help me get my bags. Hopefully he would get here before they were done.

I finished packing and unlocked my door; Charlie would be here in a few minutes. But the next thing I knew Phil was flying in to my room looking really pissed. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I wanted to puke.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" He yelled at me and shoved me back into the wall. I ignored him, my dad would be here any second and he was a cop, let him deal with this idiot. I was starting to wonder where my mom was, she was never around when Phil decided to "deal with me" as he puts it.

"I asked you a question you bitch, answer me!" he raised his hand to slap me and then I heard the best sound that has ever graced my ears.

"Do it and I will kill you, asshole." My dad was standing right behind Phil with his gun pulled. I'm sure it wasn't loaded, Charlie never loaded his gun, but Phil didn't know that.

"Bella, let's go." I started to move towards Charlie and away from Phil but he was quicker, he grabbed my arm hard. That was sure to leave a nice bruise.

"She's not going anywhere, Charlie." There was my mom pretending like she hadn't heard Phil before and that she wasn't thrilled I was leaving. "I have custody of her and I say she is staying right here."

"Mom I'm 17 no one has 'custody' of my anymore. I want to go to dad's!" I tried to pull my arm out of Phil's grasp.

"Shut up you little whore!" He raised his hand to me again, that's all it took for Charlie to punch Phil in the face.

Charlie was standing over Phil, "You piece of shit, you will never raise your hand or speak to my daughter again, got that!" With that Charlie grabbed my bags in one hand and my arm in the other and we were out the door. I will never look back.

AN: This is my first fic... don't be too rough, please!!