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He wrapped half of the belt around his hand. The first thing I could think of was to run. But my feet wouldn't let me.

Charlie lifted the belt up and before I could do or say anything, he whipped me. I felt the burn in my torso and my hand flew to the spot. He tried to whip me again in the same spot but instead of hitting my torso, the belt hit my hand and I cried out in pain.

I tried to run but he grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me back with all his force. I lost my balance and fell on my side. I screamed, I cried, but Charlie didn't stop. He kept whipping me, and whipping me. I just wished he'd kill me already. I didn't wanna feel anymore pain. I didn't wanna go through this anymore.

"GET UP!" he yelled. Did he really expect me to listen? No way, I wasn't getting up. "I SAID, GET UP!!" I flinched, but still didn't listen. "Son of a…" he mumbled. He bent down and pulled me up by my shirt. He then dropped the belt on the ground and grabbed my chin tightly, forcing me to face him. But I didn't look at him. I looked away, not wanting to see his face.

I was scared out of my mind, but I had convinced myself to stop crying. I wasn't gonna show him I was afraid of him anymore. I'm sure he enjoyed that part.

"LOOK AT ME," he yelled. I didn't listen. He let go of my shirt and didn't move. It's finally over. Finally. He turned around, and I looked up. Before I could think again, he turned back around quickly and slapped me in the face with the back of his hand. I whimpered. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn't anymore. I burst out in sobs, tears streaming fast down my face.

I suddenly felt dizzy and my vision started to blur. I was breathing heavily, and then, I collapsed.

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When I woke up, I found myself laying on the floor. Everything that happened to me flashed through my mind and I suddenly remembered.

I sat up and felt, the worst feeling anyone could possibly ever feel, in my side. I groaned and crawled over to the wall. I tried to open my mouth but was only able to open it so far. I couldn't move my face. I touched my left cheek and winced. I felt my eyes starting to tear up again. I leaned my back up against the wall and closed my eyes. The tears slowly fell down.

I miss Edward. I wish he were here. I want him to hold me, and tell me he loves me. I want him to come back already.

But what good will that do? It's not like he can help me with this problem.

Ugh, I can't deal with this anymore! I'm calling Edward. Maybe he'll come early. For me. I can tell him I miss him. I mean, it's been 3 days already. Maybe he misses me too.

I went to put my hand in my pocket to get my phone out, and gasped at what I saw. Charlie's hand print was left on my arm. When I touched it, the color turned white, and then quickly went back to red. I took a deep breath and continued taking my phone out.

I dialed Edward's number and the phone rang a couple of times. "Hello?" Edward sounded confused. I never really bothered him when he was hunting, and he also told me I shouldn't call unless it was an emergency. But this is an emergency. I need him.

I tried to make my voice as steady as possible, "Hi Edward."

"Bella? What's wrong?" he sounded more confused than worried so I figured I was doing a pretty good job at keeping my voice normal. So far. But hearing his voice just made me miss him more and it felt like I was going to explode with tears at any second.

"Um, well.. is there any chance you think you might be able to come home early? I miss you so much. I wanna see you, Edward." Even speaking his name was hard for me.

"Of course, love. I was finished with my hunting as it is. Emmett's the one who can't get enough."

Relief washed through me and I was happy I was going to see Edward. "Really? So your coming home early, right?" I asked, just to be sure.

"Yes, I should be there around midnight."

"Can't wait," I said softly.

"Me neither. I love you, Bella."

"I love you too, Edward." And with that, we hung up.

I put my phone on the floor next to me and sighed. My stomach growled, and that's when I realized I was starving. I forced myself to get up, and walked over to the kitchen. I looked at the clock and it was 10 at night. Wow, I was knocked out for quite a while. Charlie must be at Billy's house.

I opened the cabinet and there was a can of Raviolis. I poured it in a bowl and put it in the microwave. I turned it on for one minute and decided to go to the bathroom while it heated up.

I walked slowly up the stairs and into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw that my face wasn't too bad. There was a big red mark on my cheek and it seemed to be turning purple. Also, my eye was about half closed. Well actually, it was pretty bad, but it could be worse. Charlie has done worse things to my face before.

I should fix my hair since Edward's coming tonight. I heard the microwave beep but I ignored it. I took the brush and started roughly pulling the knots out of my hair. Every movement my arm made was pain, but I tried to ignore it the best I could. Once my hair was knot-free I parted it down the center. I took a piece of hair and put it in front of the left side of my face. I brushed it down and put some hairspray in so it could stay.

I looked back in the mirror. This wasn't my typical hairstyle but I wanted to cover as much of the left side of my face as possible. I don't need Edward to start assuming anything. I'm not ready to tell him yet.

My stomach growled and I decided to go back downstairs to get my food. Once I got in the kitchen, I opened the microwave and got out the bowl of raviolis. I grabbed a fork and popped one in my mouth. The ravioli tasted horrible because I let it get cold. I swallowed it and made a face. I put it back in the microwave and started it up again. This time, I stayed in the kitchen.

As soon as the microwave beeped, I opened it and took out my food. I ate another ravioli but this time it was too hot. I breathed in air through my mouth to try to get it to cool down but it wasn't working. My tongue was hurting more by the second, so I spit it back in the bowl. I grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water. I drank some, and my tongue felt better, until I stopped drinking. Ugh, it was still burning, and suddenly, I didn't feel so hungry anymore.

I dumped the raviolis in the trash and put the bowl in the sink. I looked at the clock again and this time it said it was 11. I sighed because I was so anxious to see Edward, but I didn't have anything to do to pass the time.

I went back upstairs and opened the door to my room. There, waiting for me on the bed, was my Edward. My heart skipped a beat and a wide grin spread across my face. But I felt a sharp pain and it instantly turned into a frown and my hand flew to my cheek.

Edward's smile disappeared too, then. He looked concerned. In a second he was in front of me and asked me what was wrong. I couldn't speak though. I was way too excited that Edward was finally here. With me.

I crashed my lips to his, not caring how much pain my face was in. I'm guessing he was surprised because he didn't respond right away, but it only took about a second until his lips were moving with mine. I put my hands in his hair and pushed his head down so I didn't have to stand on my toes. He responded by wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and pulling us on my bed. Yes, it hurt. But I didn't care. I was with my Edward. And I would die for him.

The kissing stopped when I hesitantly pulled away, gasping for air. A smile grew on my face and Edward smiled his wonderful crooked smile. He tucked my hair behind my ear and his face was suddenly filled with worry. "Bella," was all he said. I was confused for half a second until I realized what had just happened.

I gasped lightly and took the hair from behind my ear to put it back in front of my face. Edward's eyebrows furrowed and he moved my hair back once more. He stroked my cheek gently, and his cool fingers felt good on my skin. I closed my eyes. "What happened to you?" he asked, making my eyes snap open.

I was thinking frantically, trying to find an excuse. One I hadn't used yet. "It was hot Edward," I managed to say. "Too hot. I don't know why but it was burning in this house. I guess I'm just so use to you holding me all the time. Im not used to the heat anymore. So I fainted, and I guess I hit my face on the coffee table in the living room," I'm sure the explanation was useless because it didn't even make sense to me.

He shook his head and took in a deep breath. "Bella.. don't lie to me," he whispered.

My breathing hitched. Could it be that he knows that Charlie hits me? Has he known it all this time but didn't say anything because he was waiting for me to tell him? My heart started racing. I couldn't look in his eyes, so instead, I looked down at the bed. "I'm not lying, Edward," I whispered back.

When I finished that sentence, I looked back up at his face. He wasn't looking at me though. "I love you so much Edward. I really do." He looked at me then, and smiled.

"As I love you, Bella."

I smiled back. He stood up and left me sitting on the bed alone. I pouted and looked up at him. "And where are you going?" I asked him, worried that he was going to leave me sleeping here alone.

"Aren't you going to sleep, love? It's pretty late."

"Yes," I answered, "But I want you to hold me."

He grinned and was back on the bed in a matter of milliseconds. He was laying down next to me. I got on top of him and made myself comfortable. He wrapped his arms around me and I kissed him once on the lips.

"Goodnight, Edward."

"Goodnight, Bella. Sleep well, my love."

I closed my eyes and smiled. Then, sleep took over me.

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I opened my eyes and expected to see Edward next to me, but he wasn't. I leaned up and looked around my room in search of him. I finally found him. He was sitting in the chair in my room with his head in his hands. I sat up. Once he heard me, he lifted his head up and his face was filled with agony.

What's going on? "Edward?" I asked quietly.

Then he was next to me. "Who did this to you, Bella?"

I was confused. "Did what?" I asked.

He put his cool hand on my waist and I looked down at my exposed skin. It had the black and blue belt marks that Charlie gave me. I gasped and pulled my shirt down immediately. Im guessing my shirt went up when I was sleeping because of how much I move around. I didn't know what to say.

"Did he do this to you?"

Author's note:

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