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"Bella! Get your ass down here, now!"

"Coming!" I rolled my eyes, turned off the radio and light, shut the door, and took my sweet time walking down stairs.

"Alright, now, even though your punishment should be worse, your mother didn't agree with mine, so you're going to live with your Uncle Matt, and you'll finish out high school, and then we'll see about you coming home before college."

"Why can't I just stay here, I'll actually go to school, I promise."

My Uncle Matt lived in Forks, Washington, and it rained all the time there. I didn't mind the rain, or the cold. It was just such a god damn small town, and I hated small towns. People that lived there were always really country.

Charlie, my dad, got up, and walked over to me, standing over me. I pursed my lips, and looked up at him, crossing my arms over my chest so he couldn't see anything. He still tried, but didn't succeed.

"You're going, young lady, and that's final. I don't care what you promise us anymore. I'm not falling for any of your bullshit lies anymore. And change your shirt, fucking slut." Dad slapped my face, and grabbed my arm, pulling me upstairs with him.

Mom was watching and smiling, and then followed us up there.

Dad flung the door to my room open, and ripped my shirt off, and threw it on the floor. He walked to my closet, and started throwing clothes out of it, then; he came out with a plain black t-shirt, and threw it at me, telling me to put the shirt on. Then about twenty seconds after that, he grabbed it out of my hands, and pushed me back onto the bed, and got on top of me. Kissing me forcefully. He went on, and on. I hated him so much, but, I wasn't going to show him that I was in pain, or scared. He was like a dog, he'd sense it. Mom walked in, and shut and locked the door behind her. She leaned against it with her arms crossed. I glared at her, wishing I could stab her to death.

When he was satisfied, he started slapping me in the face, punching me, and then he threw me off the bed and across the room so that I slammed into the wall. I screamed, unable to hold it in any longer, and it raised in pitch when he kicked me in the most sensitive place for a girl, over and over. I cowered in the corner, waiting for him to stop.

"Are you gonna go yet? I can go on all night if you want." Charlie screamed in my face, and then threw my clothes at me and said, "Start packing, your plane leaves at noon tomorrow." And my two tormentors walked out of my room, shutting the door behind them.

I pulled my razor blade out of my jean pocket, and ran into the bathroom with a clean set of clothes in my hands. I turned on the water, and while I was waiting for it to warm up, I sliced my wrists and ankles multiple times, savoring the pain, and leaning against the wall, sighing.

I got out of the shower, freshly cleaned, and, considering my state, considerably happy. I pulled on the extra short bright red pajama shorts, and black tank top, with little red hearts all over it on, and went into my room to start packing.

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It was nine thirty the next morning by the time I was completely packed. All my books, clothes, shoes, razors, band aids, and gauze were all in their bags, and sitting by the door. My room looked oddly empty, even though the bed and desk were still there, just without the laptop, sheets, and everything. I sighed, and walked downstairs, slowly.

"Finished." Thankfully, Mom was the only one in the room, and she turned and looked at me, well, more like sneered at me.

"Good, now go shower again, and don't look like such a goddamn slut when you get dressed, we're going out to eat before you leave. Don't ask me why, it was your father's idea."

I didn't say anything; I just went back upstairs, and showered, washing my hair once again, and not putting on half my makeup, thinking I would put it on in the airport after they left.

I pulled on light wash jeans, a white laced tank top and a red low cut v-neck long sleeved shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking I looked like a prep, with my bangs pulled back so that they were in a little puff at the front of my head. I was cute, I just looked weird, and not like me. I shrugged, slipped on my vans, and put all my other things in my bags, and went back downstairs to see if Mom approved of my clothing.

"Wow. You look . . . Cute." She raised her eyebrows and smiled tentatively.

I snorted, "Whatever. I don't care what you think. What about my treadmill? How am I supposed to take that?"

"I'll ship it to you Isabella. And get over what happened last night, god. It's un lady like to hold a grudge, sweetie." She walked up to me, and put her hands on my shoulders.

I slapped them away, "My name is Bella, and never call me sweetie, and like you can talk about being a lady. A lady wouldn't stand there and watch her husband rape her only daughter." I turned around, and went out back, grabbing one of my books I'd had downstairs, and laid in the hammock, waiting to leave.

Fifteen minutes later, Mom yelled out the door to put all my bags in my car, so that when we got back, I could drive myself to the airport. I'd forgotten that they were going to sell my car once I left.

I ran upstairs, put the book, my notebook, drawing pad, and iPod in my carry on bag, along with some sharpies, and pencils. I lugged them downstairs, and put them in the back seat. I got into the back of Mom and Dad's car with my brother, Tristan.

Mom, Dad, and Tristan were all talking. I just stared out the window ignoring them. When we stopped, I got out followed them inside, and sat down, not saying a word.

When the waiter came to take out order, I told him, and then went back to my silence. Mom looked at me, and said, "Oh, come on Isabella, will you please not be so sullen to everyone the day you leave? Just talk to us, at least to Tristan."

I shrugged, and said to myself, I am going to miss Tristan, he's the only decent one in this family. I answered everything that Tristan said to me, and when we got to the airport, me following them, I hugged Tristan, and kissed his cheek, telling him that I would call his cell when I got there.

I didn't say anything to my parents, just pulled all my bags, which was about fifteen, and my carry on, up to the counter, weighed in all my bags, showed them my ticket, and hugged Tristan once more, tighter this time, and then boarded my plane, never saying a word to my parents.

I hope Uncle Matt likes me, and doesn't beat me all the time. Once I boarded the plane, I decided to take a vow if silence until I got to college, but then I remembered that I was supposed to call Tristan. I decided I would tell him that, and then I could email him after that. I vowed that once I called Tristan, I wouldn't talk until college.

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