AN:/ I know I already have 3 stories on the go so I probably won't update this for a little while but i've had this chapter in my head and it's blocking all ideas for my other stories so I had to get it out of my system. Please review it if you read it and tell whether or not you want me to continue it In the future. I know there are a lot of twilight bella abuse stories out there and they're all the same blah blah blah, but seriously, I literally just had to write it so that I could clear my head and make room for ideas on my other fan fictions. Also I just have to clear this up: Renesmee and Jaymie-lea are both freshmen in high school, Alice Edward and Bella are juniors, Rosalie and Jasper are seniors and Emmett is a year older then Rose and Jazz.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. It belongs to Stephanie Meyer, although Jaymie-lea is all mine :)
Chapter one: Bella POV
I sat alone on my bed, my door locked. Tears stained my cheeks and I was curled in a ball, my face buried in my knees. "ISABELLA! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!...DO NOT MAKE ME COME UP THERE!" I stayed exactly where I was scared stiff. Phil was home. Stupid, stupid girl. I was so busy crying and feeling sorry for myself that I hadn't heard his car pull into the gravel driveway. "ISABELLA!"
I could hear his feet stamping on the stairs, he reached the top and I sat rigid as I heard his big boots clomping down the hallway to my room. He stopped outside and I flinched when his fist connected with my door rather loudly. "OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR! DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO LOCK IT YOU DISOBEDIENT RETARD? THIS IS MY HOUSE AND YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD! OPEN IT!" the tears flowed silently down my cheeks as I got up to open the door.
I knew that if I didn't then he would just break it down like he did to my bathroom door which still hung off its hinges. I knew if he had to break in then it would just make him more angry and then he would be twice as bad. He was drunk and cross already, I didn't need to make him worse.
As soon as the key was turned the door flew open knocking me on my ass and revealed a livid looking Phil. I heard my mother's car pull into the drive. She was back from picking up Jaymie-lea from school. Jaymie must have heard Phil screaming because I heard her little feet run up the stairs to try and rescue me. I knew that there was no point in even responding to him, or hoping that she could stop him because he was huge, and she was even smaller than me. It would just result in the both of us getting hurt. I heard her bedroom door slam and her sobs carried through our adjoining bathroom.
Phil lunged at me and grabbed my hair then pulled me to my feet. As soon as I was stable he let go and grabbed my left arm. "get ready for me bitch, you have 10 minutes." I shook my head, eyes wide and terrified. I refused to degrade myself in such a way ever again, not after last time.
"You will do as you are told slut or your precious little whore of a sister will get it instead. Do you understand me?" I nodded and started to undo my shirt. The tears that had stopped just seconds before, started up again, streaming down my face like there was no tomorrow. I don't care what he did to me as long as I could protect Jaymie-lea as much as possible. He went to my door and relocked it then walked over to the wardrobe to take out the belts and rope and various other tools he used for his torture.
"Hurry up! I don't got all day retard!" I removed my shoes, socks and pants leaving me in just my underwear. The tent in the front of his pants made me want to vomit as he ordered me to get on the bed. MY bed. I was too scared to move, like a rabbit caught in the headlights. He stormed over, grabbed my arm and threw me. It hurt like hell and I knew there would be a new bruise there tomorrow. He tied me to the bed with the rope then lifted the arm holding the belt above his head. I knew what was coming, I wasn't stupid. I tried to move out of the way but with the ropes tying me down, I couldn't move an inch.
He brought the buckle end down across my stomach. Once, twice, three, four, five times. I screamed. He smiled and carried on, moving to the thighs of my spread-eagled legs. He gradually worked his way up to where my legs were joined. I was in too much pain to notice what he was doing until the belt came down there. I was glad he had kept my panties on for this, otherwise I think I would have been ripped apart. I screeched and cried,
"MOM, MOM, HELP ME!" I felt pathetic crying like I did but this was the first time he had hit me there and it stung like a bitch. "SHUT UP ISABELLA!" his tone was warning, "i could easily leave you here like this and go find Jaymie." I may have been in immense pain but I would not put my little sister through this 2 nights in a row. He had his way with her yesterday when I was in detention for skipping school. It wasn't my fault! I hurt so much I couldn't move but when they rang home to check on me Phil told me that he had dropped me off with my sister that morning. Bastard. I will never understand what mom sees in him.
Charlie was so much better from what I remember. They split when I was 7 and Jaymie was 5 . mom was having an affair with Phil. She got custody of us because Charlie worked stupid hours with the police force and they said he couldn't do that and look after 2 kids. He was a detective in Pheonix, Arizona. Phil didn't want to be too close to him so we moved to Forks Washington.
I was brought from my memories by another belt lash on my already tender stomach and shouting coming from behind the door. "PHIL STOP...PLEASE! DON'T PHIL! DAMNIT OPEN THE DOOR! BELLA IT WILL BE ALRIGHT, JUST HANG IN THERE, I'LL GET MOM TO SORT YOU OUT WHEN HE'S DONE OK? JUST WAIT TILL THE FUCKER FINISHES! GO TO A HAPPY PLACE BELLA, PRETEND HE ISN'T EVEN THERE! IT'S WHAT I DO"
I closed my eyes and listened to the wise words of my little sister and tried to find a happy memory only to be brought back to reality by Phil slapping my face. Great a bruise that everybody will be able to see and i'll have to make up an excuse for. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE ISABELLA!" I stared at him, pure hatred in my eyes as he climbed on top of me and grabbed onto my small breasts. I gasped in pain but he just smiled and started to squeeze them roughly, they were going to bruise as well, I just knew it.
He was brutal. I screamed and cried out for him to stop. The blood from his forced entry acted as a kind of lubricant after a while. It didn't last for extremely long today. A little over 10 minutes because whipping me with the belt had aroused him so much. He released himself inside me and when he finished he left me tied to my bed. I heard him go into Jaymie's room and scream some shit to her and slap her around a bit.
Mom came in my room to help clean my new wounds then untie me. "oh Bella. I wish you girls would just learn to do as you are told, then he wouldn't get so cross all the time. It hurts me to have to watch him do this to you." I choked back a sob. "Then leave him, or better yet, send us to live with Charlie, our care isn't a problem any more because we're both in high school. None of this would happen if we lived with him." This time it was mom who had to stop herself from crying. She looked almost guilty.
"Bella honey. I realise I should have told you this sooner, but your father, Charlie, died in a drug bust nearly 2 years ago now. I didn't want to upset you when you had just started high school and you were feeling the pressure of making friends so I kept quiet. I also didn't want you to leave. I knew if you went to the funeral then there was no way that you would come back here and I need you." I was cursing her in my head. She was so selfish, not telling me of his death so that I wouldn't leave her here. I had heard people talking about a cop who died honourably in the line of duty, protecting someone else's life. When his letters stopped at the same sort of time that the gossip started, I think I knew. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew he was gone. I made up excuses for him, work, a new woman, but I realised he was the dead cop.
"you didn't tell me. He's our dad, we should've been at his funeral. I really want to say that I understand why you did this, but I just can't. It wouldn't have made the slightest bit of difference when we never saw him anyway. You were just being selfish!" I heard her sob and immediately felt bad for what I had said. "Mom I'm sorry. I'm in pain and my head is throbbing so I can't think straight. You know I don't mean any of that. I'm just glad you've told me now. Please don't be upset, I can't stand to see you cry."
She stroked my cheek and then pulled the covers over me and left the room. The last thing I remember was Jaymie coming into my room with tear stained cheeks and climbing in my bed next to me. Then the blackness consumed me.