This is the only time I'm going to rant (I think).

First of all, it's obvious that I don't own Twilight.

Second, I hope you enjoy my story. If you like to review, more power to you. If you don't, it's ok. I'm not going to force you.

Enjoy my little piece of creativity.

Chapter One: My Lame Life

Bella POV

Damn that ringing of the alarm. I finally get some shut eye and the blasted thing starts ringing. I grabbed a very battered old fashioned alarm clock, you know the ones with two bells on top of it, and threw it across what I called room. Finally silence, but it did not last long since I heard heavy footsteps crossing the hallway. With out thinking I ran towards the tiny closet on the other side of my crummy room. When I quietly closed the door behind me my room's door slammed open, hitting the wall with a loud crash. I was able to stopped a whimper from coming out and I backed away to one of the corners, hiding myself in my clothes.

"BELLA!" a loud roar called out for me. I could hear it so close to me, fear rose up from all over my body and made me collapse to the floor, unfortunately making noise as I crashed down to the floor. That was all it took for the owner of that terrible voice to find me.

The closet door ripped open, letting a little of the morning light that Arizona had to offer light up only the entrance of the closet. I was still concealed in the shadows where I was sitting at. The darkness did not hinder the monster from searching the closet for me. It did not took long for him to find me since the closet was very small. I was yanked from the safety of the shadows and was thrust toward the unpredictable light.

"So you were hiding from me eh? Why Bella? I thought we had fun last night." The voice sneered then laughed at my panicked stricken face.

So yeah I was not the most innocent teenager at the age of 17, but who is. The only difference is that the filthiness was thrust upon me, against my will while most would have relish in it, of course depending on the situation. I doubt most 17 year old girls would jump at the chance of sleeping with their stepfather; of course there will be those that would. But with me it was a different story that right now I will not go into detail since it is hard for me to even swallow, let alone breath, whenever I think about this touchy subject.

"C'mon let's go before I go to work, I'm really in the mood." Phil started to pull me towards my own bed and roughly threw me in it.

"No...stop...STOP!" My futile squirming only made him more mad, which made him more rough.

Straddling my hips he tore open my pajama shirt and roughly grabbed my tender breasts in both of his hard callous hands, squeezing hard enough to make me scream. I know he likes to hear me scream in pain since he said it made it more exiting for him, fucken sadist. Struggling against his grip I tried to get him off of me.

"NO...get off me...MOOOM!" I knew it was futile screaming for her, but I would try anything just to get out of this situation.

"Ha ha ha, stupid little Bella she left for work early." Phil sneered at me confirming my suspicion. He would never do anything like this when she was around. In front of Renee he was the 'perfect father figure.'

As I kept trying to push him off, he grabbed both my hands and was able to pin them down with one hand letting his other hand to do whatever he wanted with me. He once again cupped my breast, but this time it was under my bra. I squirm franticly trying to some how put a stop on this onslaught. I knew he would want to take my long gone virginity but he was not getting it without a fight. Getting frustrated he slapped me across my face sending a wave of stinging to my cheek. For a moment I stopped all sort of movement in order for my cheek to stop hurting, but that is all it took for him to pull down my pajama short, along with my underwear, towards my knees.

Realizing he was close to his target I started squirming again, forgetting about the soon-to-be-bruise that was going to form in my cheek. Getting ready to slap me again I was saved by the door bell. Stopping his hand in mid-air he waited for whoever was at the door to go away. When the door bell ran again Phil realized that they were not going to leave. Turning to me he glared.

"You better not move or else it is going to be worse later on, understand?" He viciously said to me.

I could not reply so I just nod my head in agreement, my vision becoming a bit blurry with the unwanted tears that threaten to fall down. Thinking I was going to keep my promise he got up from me and headed for the front door. This was my chance to escape from this horrid house. If he thought I was going to stay put he was sorely mistaken. Composing my shirt and pulling my shorts and underwear up again I dashed towards the closet. I grabbed the first pair of jeans and a shirt I could get my hands on, I grabbed my backpack from the floor and quickly put on my shoes while stuffing the clothes in the backpack. Stopping all my movements to make sure Phil was still was preoccupied with whoever rang the doorbell I continued to pick up some things I would need to look presentable for the day. Once again stopping to hear and hearing that he indeed was still in the front door I dashed toward the window. Good thing that there was a tree in front of the window or else I would never make a two story drop without injuring myself.

Once I was on one of the tree's branches I heard the front door close. I knew Phil was going to go up to my room again but I planned on not being there when he did make it up my room. I quickly climbed down the tree and ran as fast as I could towards a park that was not that far from the house but it was still on my way to school. I knew Phil was going to be pissed when I come back from school, but I was not going to go to the house right after school. No, I always waited for Renee to be there so I would not be so worried about Phil attacking me.

Arriving at a park that was near by I quickly headed for the restrooms. They may not be the cleanest - who knows what the hell goes on in here - but this has to do since I have no where else to go. Changing into black cargo pants and a black loose long sleeve shirt - all my clothes were black and long to hide my body - I stepped out of the stall while stuffing my pajamas inside my backpack. I turned to the dirty sinks that public restrooms had to offer, you know the ones without mirrors and soap even though there are soap dispensers, and proceeded to wash my face and wet my hair a bit. Digging in my back pack again I fished out a bag of toiletries/first aid kit. I made one when I realized that I would be running away in the mornings if I wanted to avoid pain. I brushed my teeth, comb my tangled hair, and looked at myself through a compact mirror to see if my cheek was red. Finding four red finger marks in my right cheek I sighed and took out the concealer. I'm not a fan of make up, I find it ridiculous and a waste of time, but if I want to hide the fact that I'm being mistreated it's something I have to do. I don't want to put anymore burdens on my mother than the one she has found for herself.

Satisfied at how well I concealed the red digits I started to put everything away. Once out of the horrendous stench infested park restroom I looked what time it was from the old battered watch I managed to strap on in my quick get away. Seeing that I had less than ten minutes to arrive on time to school, I decided to stroll towards school. I knew I was not going to make it to school on time so why hurry. Plus my first class was one I would gladly ditch, Math.

While walking to school I started thinking of my life, my shitty life both from home and school. Home; where I was constantly abused in all three categories; emotional, physical, sexually. At school it was not so bad but it still was bad enough that I grew hating it. Since I was a bit different and being called all sorts of names: loser, freak, emo, etc - I was even being called emo from emos what kind of shit was that? - it was lame. My life was lame.