Disclaimer: I don't own twilight we all know who does. Stephenie Meyer.

Here's my second chapter I hope you like it.

Also thank you to everybody who reviewed. I will start dedicating chapters to people when I get to my fourth chapter.

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BPOV

I finished up the dinner Leah made for me and went back upstairs to my room. I took out my new laptop that Renee bought me before I left so we could keep in touch. I checked my mail and found a letter from Renee….

Dear Bella,

I hope you're getting situated up in Forks. I couldn't wait to Email you and tell you that Phil and I might be moving to Florida for his career. I miss you already. I hope Charlie's treating you okay. Have fun. Write back soon.

Love,

Mom

I told her it was great that she and Phil were moving. They need a change in scenery. I shut down my laptop and grab my PJ's and went to get a quick shower. I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. On the back of it there was a chunk taken out and a lot of cracks around it. I wonder what happened. I turned on the Shower and stepped in. It felt so nice to be able to finally relax and not have to worry about anything. I heard a car being pulled up into the driveway so I quickly got dressed and put my hair into a quick ponytail. I walked back to my bedroom and shut my door. I noticed a piece of clothing sticking out from the closet and went over to it to see what it was.

Oh my god. The clothing in the closet was so beautiful. It was three silk dresses, one cream color, baby blue, and black. It looked like expensive lingerie. I wanted to try them on, but I didn't know who they belonged to. I'll have to ask Charlie.

"LEAH!" Speaking of Charlie. I ran downstairs to tell him what happened when I saw him slumped over a chair in the kitchen.

"Char- uhh dad, Leah left to go to the hospital because her father had a heart attack." Something was wrong I could tell but he didn't turn around yet so I couldn't see his facial expression. Right then he turned to look at me, and I wish he hadn't.

"What?" He was glaring at me. What did I do except tell him the truth. If I get in trouble for this i'm going to be pissed.

"Leah went to the hospital." I spoke with confidence so he thought that his glare did nothing to me.

"I can't believe you Bella. First you make your mother leave me, now Leah. How dare you." He walked over to me and I could already smell the beer. Great he was drunk.

"Charlie I didn't run them away. Mom wanted to leave on her own and Leah had to go to her father." I couldn't believe he was blaming me for his mistakes. I wonder if he abused my mom and that's why she left. No, that couldn't be because then she wouldn't have sent me here.

"Bella don't you dare accuse me of running your mother out of this house." He walked over to me and stood in front of my face.

"I did not accuse you of running mom out of this house; I stated that she left on her own." That did it. He slapped me on my face.

"Oww!" I breathed. I stood there stunned. I could not believe he just did that. I looked up to see him glaring at me worse then when he was in the kitchen. Great.

"It sounds like you are accusing me, and don't tolerate my daughter telling me that!" He kicked my shin to the point were it made me calapse. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I just got here. You'd think he wouldn't drink until I got settled, but I guess I thought wrong.

"Do not back talk me," another kick "accuse me of things," kick "or break my rules," kick.

He walked away to the living room after that. I managed to crawl up the stairs. I was in hysterics by the time I got up to my room. I looked in the mirror and saw a big red and blue mark on my right cheek. Great that's going to bruise. I limped over to my bed to take care of my lag. He didn't break the skin but I will have big nasty bruises.

I'll have to put cover up on my face and wear long pants. Although I probably would've worn long pants anyway. I pulled down the covers on my bed and tried to go to sleep. I don't know how I can put up with Charlie. I hope this was a one time thing. Maybe if I show him tomorrow morning what he did to me he'll realize that he shouldn't drink any more. I turned over to turn off my light, and cried myself to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with pain shooting up my leg. I pulled the covers down and went check the bruises. They were a dark purple and brown. I got up and walked over to my mirror. Just like I expected, I had a handprint bruise on the right side of my face. I got my stuff I needed for the bathroom and walked over to it. I heard banging coming from down in the kitchen. Charlie's awake; good I can show him what he did. I brushed my teeth and got changed into a long sleeve purple V-neck and my black skinny jeans. I grabbed my bag and walked carefully down the stairs. I didn't put the cover-up on yet so I could prove to Charlie that he really did slapped me. I walked into the kitchen and over to where we keep the bowls. I got myself a bowl of cereal. I sat down at the table and looked up at Charlie. He just stared at me for a second.

"You might want to cover up that bruise you got on your cheek. Wont want anybody to think I hit or something." He just sat there and gave me and smirked. He knew what he did, and he was basically telling me that no one would believe me if I told them. Great I was in for hell. I could feel the angry tears building up in my eyes. How could this be happening to me? It isn't fair, but who said life was. I pushed back my chair and ran upstairs. I was surprised to see that I didn't trip.

I started to apply the cover up to the bruise. It hurt like a bitch. I got most of it covered, but if you looked at it close up you could tell there was a bruise there.

I went back downstairs grabbed my bag and went out to my car. Time to go to Forks high.

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