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Most stories start with something happy or with 'once upon a story' but not mine. I learned to grow up fast. From being abandoned by my fast paced mother, to my abusive father. I think I better start off from the beginning.

Hello, my name is Isabella Swan, call me Bella though. My mother met my father in her senior year at high school. They fell in love just like high school sweethearts. Got married at Vegas right after school and had me a year later.

Things were fine at the beginning of their marriage, but then the fights started happening. Charlie started working more and didn't want to move. Saying he didn't want to feel the pressure of a big city with so much sun. My mother has always loved the sun and felt depressed in the tiny rainy town of Forks, Washington. Charlie started coming home later and later. Renee started leaving me with a babysitter. I was two.

Don't get me wrong I loved my parents, before they started arguing, Charlie was the best father, Renee the best mother. But with the fighting and leaving the house when the other was there really started staining their love for each other and for me.

When I was four, on my birthday, Renee left Charlie and me. I was in my room looking out the window when I heard the last argument Renee said she couldn't stay here anymore, she was tired of this life. I ran downstairs, without tripping I might add. My mouth was open in a silent cry. I ran to my mother pulling on her shirt begging her to stay. She looked down at me with cold eyes and spoke in a bitter tone,

"Let go Isabella."

I didn't, silent tears were crawling down my face, along with a sob in my throat. She bent down and unhooked my hands and walked out with only a shout over her shoulder saying goodbye and don't stay in touch. I haven't heard from her in over twelve years.

The abuse didn't start till I was five. It was over little things that I couldn't control. For intense, how much I look like Renee, or how I trip over thin air or if I dropped a very heavy plate. Every time I looked into his eyes I didn't see my father but a cold-hearted monster. When I was seven Charlie started going over Billy Black's house forcing me to go with him. I hated going over there. Billy wasn't nice, wouldn't stick up for me, or when Jacob Black his son started hitting me and shoving me. His two older sisters wouldn't help either, but I knew they wanted to, but would get into trouble, you could see it in their eyes.

I didn't think life could get any worse, but that was before I started high school.

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