Abused and Neglected Chapter 1

Prologue.

Bella POV

"Wh-where are y-you, Bella?" Charlie's voice rang out. I could tell he was drunk and angry. I stayed in my place. He couldn't hurt me if he couldn't find me, and he's never found me while I'm here, safe in the attic. Over the years, the attic had become sort of a sanctuary for me, Charlie never bothered to look up here, I was safe. Some nights I slept up here.

"BELLA!" He was getting angrier. Next thing I knew it was as if everything was in slow motion. All of a sudden a book fell from the shelf. The loud bang broke the silence of the dusty attic. Had he heard? There was no way he couldn't have. I listened closely to any sounds showing he was coming closer. All I got was silence. I let out a sigh of relief. Apparently, it was too soon. His footsteps were coming closer and closer, his yelling becoming louder and louder. I heard it before I saw it. The attic door opening. I held my breath. NO, NO, NO! I was holding back sobs. He had found me. I would never be safe again.

"Well, well. Look what we have here. You were hiding up here this whole time. I'm going to have to punish you for your actions, my dear Bella. What to do with you? We can't do the usual, you've been bad, daughter. Get undressed, Bella. I'm not going easy on you this time." My stomach was twisting in ways I didn't know possible. I stood my ground, not giving in, even though I know he'd make me.

"Tsk, tsk. Being difficult, are we? Looks like I'm just going to have to do it for you." I was sobbing by now.

He grabbed my arm, roughly pulling me up from the floor. He yanked at my blouse, buttons flying everywhere. I moved to cover myself but he slapped my hand away. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch. He pulled at my bra until it ripped off. I cried out in pain, but he just laughed, finding it funny. He squeezed my breast painfully. I opened my eyes to see the smirk on his face.

"Stop pretending you don't like this, you dirty little slut." I closed my eyes, trying to think I was anywhere else. Next thing I know I'm being slapped across the face. Hard.

"Watch me fuck you, whore." He pulled at my hair.

"AH!" I screamed and opened my eyes. He just smirked at me.

"Now that you've decided to watch, we can finally continue."

His hands went to the button of my pants. I just stood there, silently shaking, as he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He pulled them down along with my underwear. I felt disgusted. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to run, but he would find me. He always does. So I stood there with no emotions crossing my face as he stared at my body. He then looked at me expectingly. I was confused.

"Don't just stand there, bitch. Take. Off. My. Pants. And. Boxers. NOW!"

I was trembling, but I complied. My shaky hands going to the button of his jeans. I wanted to run, but I knew he was just going to take pleasure out of it. Without thinking I took off his pants and boxers, seeing him very ready to do whatever he was planning. He pushed me to the ground and got on top of me, trapping me beneath him.

"Please, don't do this" I pleaded, tears running down my face.

"But you now you want this, now stay still."

He entered me quickly and I screamed out in pain. "That's it scream for me baby." He said as he continued to rape me. He was grabbing at my breasts painfully. It hurt so much. I laid there, completely helpless until he was done. He got up once he was satisfied.

"On your knees." I looked at him confused.

"It's time for you punishment for trying to hide from me. Now, on your knees. Don't make me say it again, bitch." I got on my knees, still confused.

"Don't just stand there. Suck." Realization dawned on me. I started pleading, asking him for anything else. He just slapped me when until I was quiet and waited. I did nothing. "Fine, I guess I have to show you."

He grabbed my head and forced my mouth open. I struggled, but it was no use, he was stronger than me. He forced me to let him in my mouth. He started moving in in out, still going even when I gagged.

Suddenly a plan came to me. I bit down, hard. He screamed in pain and I scrambled away. He ran after me, grabbing my by my hair and pulling me back.

"YOU." Slap "BITCH." Slap. He continued slapping and punching and kicking, until I was about to lose consciousness. Once he was done he started to walk away.

"I'm going to Vegas for a week. When I get back, you better have learned your lesson."

10 minutes later I heard the door shut. I could tell multiple bones were broken. And my head was bleeding from when he pulled me back. I was slowly slipping away. I grabbed my phone, dialing 911.

"911. What's your emergency?" I heard. It sounded so far away.

"H-help." I whispered before everything blacked out.

Sorry it's short, it's only the prologue. Review!