Okay, I hope that for anyone who read my story, that you liked it.

And I am soooooooo sorry that it took me sooo long to update, but I had loads of exams that I was studying for, and also, well… I am essentially, a very lazy person. So, I am really sorry. Please, please, please forgive me!

Also, I tried to upload this chapter yesterday, but FanFiction wouldn't let me I was so happy that I had finally got it done, and that everyone would get to read it but then it wouldn't have it .

I don't really have much else to say so… On with it!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I am not Stephenie Meyer, therefore I do not own Twilight I do, however, own 2 very cute but mischevious kittens, that I love sooo much…

Chapter 2

I slammed the door behind me, in my haste to get out of the house. No doubt that would get me another beating.

Thankfully, it wasn't raining. That really would have been the fucking icing on the cake.

I walked through the back garden – well more like ran – to get to the gate. Across the garden, I could see Felix and Demetri playing football. Luckily though, they didn't see me. I don't think I would have been able to hold it together long enough to talk to them.

I slipped through the gate, quietly shutting it behind me. I glanced behind just to check that nobody was following me, and set off.

About 7 months ago, I was walking home, when I noticed a gap in the bush. I still, to this day, don't know why I even gave it a second glance. I mean, it was just a bloody hole in a bush! But I still decided to investigate, just trying to prolong the moment until I would have to walk through the door that led to my personal hell.

* flash back *

I managed to squeeze through the bush, almost ripping my top in the process, but still managing to get through. Well, fall through it, actually.

Picking myself up from the floor, I brushed at the knees of my jeans, trying to rid them of the grass stains. Fucking things are evil when you try to wash them out.

I spotted a path, barely visible in the long grass, and decided, what the heck. I may as well follow it. I haven't got anything better to do.

It was still light as I followed the path, across the small field. At the end, I saw it just led into a deep forest. Ah well. It still gave me some time.

Just as I was going to turn back, something caught my eye. I looked back, and saw a deer and it's baby walk through a gap in the trees that I hadn't noticed before.

I looked a little more closely, and manage to catch a glimpse of what looked like another field.

A fucking field in the middle of a thick forest? I don't frigging think so. You're going crazy!

But I know what I bloody well saw! I shouted at myself in my head. And suddenly, the crazy idea didn't sound so crazy after all.

I mean, who argues with themselves in their head?

Schizophrenics, that's who. And I wasn't fucking schizophrenic, so that field I saw must have been real. I walked over to check it out. Just to prove to myself that I wasn't crazy.

I pushed through the trees, fighting my way through branches and roots and mud – that fucking mud! It bloody got everywhere!

I saw the place where the deer had gone through, and wiggled myself between a gap created by a falling tree leaning up against another one.

And what did I see? The field! I fucking knew I wasn't crazy.

See? I shouted at myself in my head.

See what? That you are arguing with yourself if you're crazy. In my book, that's crazy anyway!

Yeah, well… So maybe I could be considered a little bit crazy.

* end of flashback *

Walking the same path, I let the tears fall. It was safe, nobody could see me. Nobody knew where I was.

It didn't even matter that I couldn't see the path. I knew it better than the back of my hand. My body was on autopilot, leading me to where it could break down and relax, without fear of being abused. At least, for today. Tomorrow was a different story.

I squeezed my self through the gap in the trees, and felt myself release a huge breath and relax completely. Well as much as you can, when your sobbing.

And even though I was in the middle of my much needed crying jag, I managed to pull myself together for just a few minutes. Long enough to admire the beauty that was The Meadow.

The Meadow was a circle, perfectly round as if someone had designed it that way. The edge of the circle was lined with tall thick trees that shielded the meadow from view.

The grass was fairly long, reaching to about my ankles, lush in colour, sort of jade green. There were small flowers dotted about. Pink, blue and purple flowers broke up the greenness of the grass.

The light filtered through the trees, their leaves tingeing it a greeny colour, making it seem magical, almost unreal.

I pulled my cardigan around me tighter, the soft grey cashmere not really doing a lot to keep the coldness of the breeze out. But I shouldn't have been so god damn stupid. I knew it was going to be cold, but still, here I stood in my dark blue skinny's, a tight black tank top and my cardigan.

Dumbass.

The grass swayed softly in the wind, and the branches waved gently as the air blew at them.

I gazed up at the sky, which was truly beautiful. A midnight blue with silver spots dotted around. The moon was full tonight and shone brightly down, which only added more to the magical illusion.

The tear tracks on my face were freezing, as the cold air whipped around my face. My hair flew around, and landed on my face, sticking to the wetness, but I didn't care.

I wandered over to my favourite tree, one of the biggest. It had thick strong branches that held my weight with ease, and conveniently low branches that were easily accessible. There was a big tree stump in front of it, which held two purposes. One being a nice, comfortable seat, and the other being a step, on which I could stand on to launch my self onto a branch.

I stood on the stump, and attempted to lift my leg up, so I could swing it over the branch, but then nearly fucking kissed the tree. I managed to hit my head on a branch, which added to my headache and pain.

I looked down, but couldn't really see because my eyes were puffy and blurry from crying. I had stopped sobbing, but the tears hadn't stopped flowing.

I brushed my fingers under my eyes, wiping away the moisture and making it a bit easier to see. I looked down again, only to find that the laces of one of my low top converse had come undone, and I was actually standing on it, causing me not to be able to lift my foot.

Angrily, I sat down on the stump and pulled them off, throwing the across the small space. Once again I attempted to swing my leg up and over the branch, but a strong breeze blew at that moment, that reminded me that I needed to get my blanket, or I was going to freeze to death.

Not that I was strongly opposed to death.

No, I thought to myself. No. I can't do it to Jacob. I wouldn't, I couldn't. I wouldn't hurt him like that again.

Desperately trying to pull myself away from those depressing thoughts, I walked over to the small hole that was behind my tree. I rolled the rock that covered it up off, and pulled the waterproof bag out.

In my bag, I kept a big fluffy pillow that I stole from Charlie and Renee's room, a thick soft blanket, a torch, a few books, crisps and chocolate, a few cans of soft drink and around £200.

Grabbing the blanket, the pillow and a can of diet coke, I walked back around to the front of the tree after replacing the bag and the rock.

As soon as I got round the front of the tree, I spotted a black shadow moving round the edge of the meadow. I dropped everything and fucking screamed.

Who the fuck is that?!

My scream alerted whatever it was to my presence and it shot across the meadow like a bullet. When it came out from the shadows and into the light I could see it clearly.

It was just a bloody fox!

I don't really know why I screamed so loud. Or why I screamed at all. I guess I was just worried about what it would mean if another person had found out about this place. My safe place would no longer be safe.

I grabbed everything up off the floor and once again tried to climb the tree.

I threw the blanket over the branch and climbed up, still holding the pillow and coke, but desperately trying to get up without falling.

And thank-fucking-god, I done it.

I sat myself down, propped the pillow up behind my head, wrapped myself in the blanket, and just let go. I cried for everything, for everyone, and for anything that's ever happened. I just sat there and sobbed. For hours.

Eventually, I stifled my sobs and climbed down so that I could go back to my house. I had school the next day, and Bella fucking Swan didn't have horrible puffy eyes from too much crying and not enough sleep.

In some ways, I was thankful for having school. Not only was I not at the house, but no one dared to mess with me at school. At school I wasn't little Isabella Swan, who got hit by her dad, and was hated by her mum. No, at school, I was Bella fucking Swan. Mess with me and be prepared to die, bitch.

No one even so much as looked at me in a funny way. And I liked the control and power I had. Yes, I was a bitch. But no, I wasn't a horrible bully. I didn't do anything to anyone unless I had reason.

And I could not be see tomorrow looking any less than perfect, or the stupid wannabes in school would be on me like vultures, and my reputation would go down the drain. Everything I worked for will have been for nothing.

That was not fucking happening.

So I packed everything away, in my bag, picked up my shoes that were across the meadow, and set off.

I wondered down through the meadow, slowly making a circle of it, not thinking anything. Just concentrated on walking. It felt good to just clear my mind of everything and just enjoy the breeze on my face. I made my way out of the meadow and down the path, just walking. I was tempted to turn back around because I didnt know what waited for me at home, but I forced myself to keep walking.

I pushed my self through the gap, and when I saw the house, I just went numb. I couldn't feel anything. i was quite used to this feeling, so I didn't bother me as much as it should. I was used to just existing. I didn't lead a normal teenage life, I shouldn't have to lead the fucking horror of a life that I did. But I couldn't do anything about it. Not until I was 18.

There weren't any lights on in the house, so I assumed they had all gone to bed.

Thank God for small mercies.

I quietly opened the back door with the key that is always in the hanging basket. I shut the door, without locking it. It didn't matter. Nobody would break into the Chief Constable's house. I thought it fucking ironic, in a sick way, that the man that was respected by so many people was actually a monster.

It also means that because of this ridiculous amount of loyalty and respect for him, that if I actually told anyone what he was doing, then I wouldn't be believed anyway. He would manage to get out of it, and I would be frowned upon by everyone in this stupid godforsaken town for making up such a ridiculous story about that man that they all loved dearly, and yet didn't know at all.

I walked up the stairs quietly, avoiding all the creaky ones, because god knows that if I woke him up, I would be beaten again.

I looked at his door with contempt, attempting to burn a hole through the door and through him. But alas, no such luck.

I opened my door, and saw Felix in my bed. Good thing I had a king sized bed.

There was one thing about my parents that I didn't really get. They made sure that I had nice clothes, enough food – even though me beating today was because I ate a chocolate bar – and a luxury lifestyle. I didn't really understand that. I mean, they both hated my. Why would they give me lots of nice things, if they continued to abuse me, both physically and verbally?

I was however grateful for this fact. It meant that I could keep up my appearances at school, and also that I had some nice aspects of my life. Even though I definitely wasn't a material girl, and didn't care for all the stupid material things in life, it was nice that I had a huge comfortable bed that I could sink into at the end of an exhausting day.

I found some shorts and a tank top, and went into my bathroom to change. I just wanted to jump into bed and fall into a deep sleep.

I walked back into my room, and Felix was sitting up, waiting for me. I must have woken him up. I crawled into bed next to my little brother and hugged him.

"What's up Felix?" He looked at me and I could tell he had been crying. He also had a slight bruise forming on his cheek. An injury from playing football with Demetri maybe?

"Well, I walked into the house, but I had mud on my shoes from playing football on the grass, and I accidently got some on the carpet in the living room. But I didn't mean to, I swear!" He looked at me with big wet eyes. Why is he so scared?

"If it was an accident, it was an accident. It doesn't matter. Its okay." I attempted to sooth him, but he just looked down.

"Dad hit me. He said I done it on purpose, and then he hit me. But I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't! I – re-really, didn't Be-bella. I pr-promise." He was sobbing as I held him, I couldn't console him. I just layed there stroking his hair and whispering that it would be alright, trying to sooth him. But while I was laying there, my anger and hate for my parents was taken to a whole new level.

They hated the twins almost as much as me. I could never understand why though. Was it because they were so close to me? Because I adored them so much?

They had never hit them before though, and I always hoped that they never would. But now, they had hit Felix for the first time. And I had a horrible feeling that it wouldn't be the last.

I hate them so fucking much! Why the fuck would any parent want to hit their kid?

The first time I was hit was around 7. The twins were 8 now.

Eventually his sobbing calmed down, and his breathing evened out. And eventually, I fell asleep too.

I was just hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.

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