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Katie: *Bored* Do i own the Twilight Saga yet?

Amelia: Mwuhahahahaha..No

Katie: Whats with the evil laugh?

Amelia: Oh, no reason. *Smiles widely*

Katie: Ameliaa.. *confused*

Amelia: Im going out with Edward.

Katie: OMG You are not, he's fictional. duh.

Amelia: No you stupid blonde. Edward Cullet. In our school. Hahahahaha.

Katie: Well, yeah. Shutup.

R-E-V-I-E-W!

Previously

I sprinted out of the room and into my own, packed my suitcase high with clothes and other necessities and legged it through the door, grabbing car keys and credit cards on the way.

"BELLA!" Phil shouted. As soon as i turned around he was there, his breath made the air turn stale and wretched.

"Shit" I mumbled, so only i could hear, i was in for it now. Big time.

Chapter Three - Just Please Him and Run

BPOV

One month has passed since i killed Renee. Pushing her down the stairs because of my anger and dread, i couldn't let her have that baby born into this world, there was a 50/50 chance that that baby could of been beaten like i am. Alone. Helpless. Weak. Unloved. My mother managed to turn on me just like that, and she made sure i was alone. Phil, the evil bastard that now has gotten worse with my beatings and rapings. He had Renee before, for him to make love to, now, without Renee it's me that has to go along with pleasing him and making his 'pleaures' sustainable. The drinking has got worse with him, so has the smoking, the house is always covered in a grey swirl of choking smoke and the scent of alcohol which pervades the air. Vile and repulsive. All i wanted now, was to shrivel up and die, or go anywhere where i was away from the devil himself. I have to, i've got to.

Phil is at work, and it's now currently 12.12pm. He'll be back any minute now for his lunch break, and i am absolutely terrified of him returning. The beatings are a lot more easier to cope with at lunch as he hasn't been boozing, so he's a little more in his own world, other than the drunken basterds world.

I lept up smoothly from my bed, which helped me forget my troubles and just think about things which had happened and going to happen. I trudged lightly down the wooden stairs, gripping my stomach at some points and grimacing at the reckless pain which fought its way through my skin. The reason? Phil had decided to try out and play 'Grand Theft Auto' on the playstation, but then decided to try out some of the moves on me. Punching, kicking, cutting little slits in my skin with the kitchen knife. All sorts of inhumane activities and games that commenced that night.

When i finally reached the kitchen i heard the muffled sound of Phils car travelling down the road.

"Shoot" I muttered hastily and tore anything i could set my eyes on out of the fridge, if i didn't get his lunch on time, that would mean double or triple the beatings for later that day.

Butter, ham, lettuce and cucumber were splattered on the white rolls and set neatly out on a china plate which Renee *wince* had given him for christmas. His car gave a little cough and i heard the car door open smoothly and then shut with a tremendous 'bang' He wasn't in a good mood for sure. Fantastic.

The key turned in the lock and in strode Phil, sweat covered his wrinkled for-head and his eyes bloodshot and pupils dilated. What was going on?

"Lunch, now, you little whore!" I shouted directly at me, but taking no notice of the food on the table.

"I-its here, Phil." I replied handing him his satisfyingly, speedy lunch.

"What the fuck is this?" he questioned, a smug grin planted on his face. He planned this all along, i knew that look, he wanted his 'pleaures' sorted to. I didn't want to put up with his shit anymore, i wanted to be free and live with my dad, Charlie, and i will, hopefully. In a couple of hours if it all goes according to plan. A smile wiped over my face, not quite reching my eyes.

I slowly carried my worn legs up the stairs to where he was lying, legs apart on the double bed. He patted his stomach, ordering me to get ontop of him, i did so and continued with what he wanted to do. This carried on for hours, three maximum. But after a while, it got very boring and tedious.

"Be right back, sexy" he called, walking casually, a little pleased with himself toward the bathroom. My chance had finally arrived.

I got up slowly, trying not to make any noise and slipped on my clothes. My suitcase, credit cards, money, car keys were all ready in my room as i packed before he returned home. Taking the suitcase by the handle and the credit cards and phone in my pocket, i lept quietly down the stairs and opened the door without a sound of creaking or squeaking coming from the hinges.

I heard the bathroom door open and a voice which called out "Bella!, where the fuck are you? You little scumbag whore"

If he caught me, i was in for it. I ran full pelt towards Renees old car and chucked everything into the backseat and drove. Drove continuously without a look back.

"Dad?" I spoke, trying to keep calm. I had rung him when i was about one hour away from Forks.

"Bells?" He asked, a little uncertain.

"Yeah, its me. Listen, can i come stay with you until i can afford my own house and stuff?" I asked shyly.

"Why of course!" He sounded happy and gleeful, i could just imagine him bounding up and down jumping and crying tears of joy.

"I'll see you in about an hour, get me into the school by the way, please." I asked. Quite happy he didn't ask what was going on with Phil, he didn't actually know about Renee.

Finally, after what seemed like hours a sign which read 'Forks, WA. Welcome.' by the side of the moss covered pavement. Everything was so green, so damp, moist, was nice, other than seeing cacti all of the time.

I pulled up outside my dads house and slammed the car door shut. He was there, waiting at the doorstep. Waiting to give me a hug. This is what family love should be like, not beatings, raping. Anything like that was inhumane.

"C-Charlie!" I gasped, he had changed so much! He had grown a beard and a moustache. "Why arn't you handome, haha!" i giggled pulling him into my arms.

"Bella, it is so good to see you!, Hows Phil, Renee, how are things?" Great, perfect, i knew he would ask this.

"Dad, come inside and take a seat, its for the best." I grimaced at the thought of pushing my own mother down the stairs

"Well.."