A/N: This is my first fanfiction story so, please, go easy on me. I only wrote one chapter so far so please review and let me know if you like it and if I should continue. Enjoy! (Hopefully)

Mom, are you sure about this? I really hate leaving you here. I hate doing this. I won't leave you alone," my voice was muffled against my mom's neck as we embraced in the airport while people nudged us on every side, trying to get their things in order.

"Bella, don't be silly. Listen to me. You will make lots of nice friends in Forks, and I know your dad will love having you there, especially with your amazing cooking talents. And you'll be safe. He won't hurt you anymore." She whispered the last two things.

I pulled away to see tears streaming down her face and the knot in my stomach grew, "But you'll still be here. He can still hurt you. It's not too late to tell someone, you know?" I added desperately.

"Oh, Phil's fine. It's not all that bad! He just needs to see that he loves me again. But when he hurts you… I just can't take that. It's my fault and I'll make it better."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She was so naïve! "Mom I can handle him! I'll take care of myself. You're the one who needs out. I never thought I'd say this, but I wish I were a boy with a totally ripped body so I could beat the shit out of him!" I said, trying to lighten the mood.

My mom laughed softly, "But you already make such a beautiful daughter," I rolled my eyes, "I'm gonna miss you so much! Take care of yourself and call me when you get to your dad's!" She called as I slowly made my way through the crowd. I blew her a kiss and turned away. Something told me this was going to be a long flight.

"Bella! Oh, I've missed you so much! Your hair is longer." My dad's voice boomed in my ear as he held me in a tight bear hug.

"I cut it since the last time I saw you," I muttered as we picked my bags up and hurried to his police cruiser in the parking lot; I was hurrying because it was raining, which didn't agree with me. The truth was I was very glad to see Charlie after the many months of quiet phone calls, while I hid in the closet, but I was stressed out worrying about my mother back in Phoenix.

During the drive from Seattle to Forks, Charlie and I sat in companionable silence besides a few questions of school and fishing. I began staring out the windows at the forest on either side of the highway. Why was everything so green?

When we arrived at Charlie's house he offered to help carry my belongings upstairs and left shortly afterwards. That's one good thing about Charlie; he doesn't hover. I took my toiletry bag into the washroom and had a shower to try to clear my mind of the many dark thoughts that accumulated during the last few months. My mother had apologized numerous times every day for Phil beating me. If she only knew what else happened when she wasn't there. I turned the water off and leaned against the tiled wall of the shower, pressing my cheek to the cold surface.

Beginning of Flashback***

I quickly pulled on my pajamas trying extremely hard not to trip over them in the process. Why was I cursed with the worst clumsiness on the planet? I needed to hurry and get to bed. It was already late and I had an important test in English tomorrow; if I didn't get my sleep I would have a difficult time concentrating on the questions. I grabbed my toiletry bag and ran down the hall to my bedroom and froze.

Phil looked up at me from where he was perched on my bed and after looking me over once he grinned widely. "Hello Bella. Did you have a nice shower?"

I stared at him, not really processing the words in my brain. My mother was out of town for the weekend in Seattle with some of her friends and Phil had been acting weird since she had left. I wasn't blind or stupid either. I saw what he did to her. I knew it was him the minute I saw her first bruises and I definitely knew it was him when he punched me in the nose. Mom didn't know he beat on me too and I wasn't about to let her find out.

I straightened myself up and tried to sound firm, "Why are you in my room?" It came out as a whisper.

He grinned even wider and pulled something from behind his back, but he held it at an angle so I couldn't see what it was. He slowly stood, the mattress squeaked softly, and began walking towards me. He stopped a foot from me and I stared into his eyes and it was then that it hit me. Danger. I spun swiftly in an attempt to flee but an arm went around my neck and a sharp metal object pressed against my back. When he spoke I could smell the stale beer in his breath.

"That's not being a very good girl, Bella. I guess your new daddy will just have to teach you some respect!"

And I was flung onto my bed while he unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. I scrambled to get off the bed but he crawled on top of me pinning my arms down, "This is gonna hurt, sweetheart, but if you scream, I'm gonna beat your mother so hard she won't know up from down." So I took it. I cried and I cried as he ravaged me ferociously his mouth sucking on mine and his tongue shoved into my throat. He pounded and pounded and my lungs wanted to cry out in pain but my heart swallowed the screams for my mother's sake. The cool blade of the knife sliced deep gashes into my stomach, thighs and chest but I couldn't feel them. I was too numb to feel anything. He groaned loudly and I felt his release. "That was amazing, sweetheart. I will definitely come to your room more often, but if you tell anyone, your mother is dead. Understand?" I nodded as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Good." He kissed my cheek and I flinched away. I heard him chuckle as he stood and left my room.

End of Flashback***

I got out of the shower, finished up and trudged back to my room. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out for the night. The first time Phil raped me I promised myself I would get both my mother and myself out of that house. What did I do? I abandoned my mother.