a/n: alright so here I am…updating again hope you guys like this chapter and I hope more people find this story. Sigh well here goes the story!

Disclaimer: hello all I still don't own this but I do own the idea for this story for sure!

BELLA'S POV

When they heard Phil barge into the house the police officers rushed downstairs. Me and my mom rushed to down there to see what was happening. When we got down there we saw that the police officers had their guns pointed at Phil and Phil had his gun pointed at the door. The same door me and my mom are standing in. He then started to yell at me from across the room.

"I thought what I did to you would be a reminder not to tell anyone anything you stupid bitch!" I flinched from the reminder of what he did to me this morning. The reminder actually made the cuts feel like the tingled. I think my mom noticed my discomfort from his words because she grabbed my hand and brushed her thumb across it.

"Mr. Dwyner please put the gun down! Don't put yourself into more trouble, your already in a lot from what Bella told us and the evidence that we got too!" as he said this officer Rodriguiez started to shuffle closer and closer to Phil with each word he said. When he finally got to him Phil shot the gun. And I knew then life would never be the same after this….

PETER'S POV (A MONTH AFTER BELLA'S 18 BIRTHDAY)

I lay in bed clutching my stomache with one hand and holding a tissue to my bleeding nose. I think this time its broken for sure I reset it but I think it still might look a little broken when it heals. I don't know why I'm still here I'm finally eighteen today I should have been out that door. But of course the gentleman that I am I have to stay and say goodbye to my mother even though she doesn't deserve anything she was never here. If she was here for me when I was younger this man that she married never would have been able to start beatin' on my ass. I've given up so much because that man has beat my ass fer so long I had to give up my girlfriend because she wanted to start "broadnin' our horizons sexually" she said that not me, but her name was Charlotte…she totally freaked when I took off my shirt when we started…doin' the freaky. She pushed me off of her and started yellin' at me. I can still remember the day….

-FLASHBACK-

I pull down her pants and slowly start to slide her t-shirt up her body as I slowly trail kisses up her stomach until I finally reached her soft pink lips. I'm not gonna' lie I'm a virgin and know nothin' about sex but I do know that I lover her and I'm just gonna have to try an' show her. She started to pull ma' shirt up over my head as I moved my trail of kisses back down her stomach. But when she finally got my shirt off an' looked down thas' when all hell started tah' break loose. She immediately jumped from underneath me an' started screamin'

"What the hell! Are you some type of monster!" I started to walk towards her to explain but she just screamed at me some more. "Stay away from me you disgusting freak!" she then gathered all of her clothes and started runin' out the door. A few seconds later I heard my front door slam shut. I sink to my knees and start sobbing because now I know that no woman would ever want me…and I will probably be a thirty year old virgin…most likely even older…and I will never be loved. I wasn't loved by my mama and I wasn't loved by my dad and obviously this ass hat of a man thas' my step father don't love me. All of a sudden I hear HIS voice

"Wha' you doin' cryin' you lil pussy. Toughen up and act like a man. That's probably why no woman want you cuz you're a pussy. Not even yo mama want you…pussy. And he just left me there cryin' on the floor like the pussy he said I am…and he's right I am a pussy.

-END OF FLASHBACK-

But I have given up so much and gotten nothin' in return. All because of ma good fer nothin' mama and ma asshole of a step-dad. And now here I am still waitin' fer her to come home from wherever she go. I hope ah don' have to wait long fo' her to come home. I'm afraid that the asshole is gon' come back an torture me some or and I think he's gon' do far worse this time. I heard the front door creak open and soft footsteps walk in the house…looks like luck was on my side today my mama is home. So I get up to tell her I'm leavin' today.

"Mama I got somethin' to tell you." I walk up to her and can tell that she's high.

"What you got to tell me boy?" she said lookin' at me with bloodshot eyes. I don't even think she gonna remember this goodbye…I don't even think she's gonna' notice im gone.

"I just wanted to tell you goodbye because I'm leavin' today…for good."

"Good for you I hope you have fun where ever you go." She really don't even care. When I start to turn around I hear the heavy footfall of Kevin my step-dads boot clompin against the floor. And immediately feel a heavy blow hit against the side of my head and I immediately collapse to the floor still conscious but barely. When I turned my head all I saw was the bottom of Kevin's boot and my mamas uncaring face just watching from the kitchen table she sat at. I feel as Kevins boot slams against my face and feel as he starts kickin' me in the ribs and I think I feel as a few of them crack. He then sits on top of me and starts slammin' my head into the floor that I was layin' on. When I think he's finally through when he gets up off of me and I begin standin' up on wobbly feet, but I regret it when I feel the burnin' hot skillet press into my side and burn it did. I look down and see that my skin already started to blister from the burn of the skillet that he slammed into my side and held it there. And in that moment all I could do was run to my room and grab my bags and run out of the house not even sparing a glance back at the mom that was too high to care. And as I ran I heard Kevin's distinct voice callin' after me.

"You really are a pussy! Only pussy's run!" I still didn't look back as he screamed those truthful words after me, but I kept runnin' even with the pain from my broken ribs I ran and even with the pain of the burn I run…

…I stayed and played with fire knowing that he coulda' come back and got burnt figuratively and literally. And I am forever burnt with my memories and evidence of my abuse…and I don't think the burn will ever heal.

a/n: alright so what did you guys think of that cliffe and Peter's point of view. Give me some love and tell me what you think!