I obviously don't own Twilight *tear tear*

Chapter 3

I woke up on the floor of my tiny room, surrounded by puddles of blood. Without moving too much, I looked around to see the damage Charlie had done.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

My room was basically destroyed. My window next to my bed was broken and glass was all over the floor. My bed sheets had been pulled off my bed and ripped to pieces. There was blood smeared on my walls, floor, and basically every piece of furniture. My rocking chair that had once been in the corner of my room was a foot away from me and missing a leg, which I located on top of my upside-down desk.

I sighed, and winced at the pain in my ribs. I grabbed onto the rocking chair and slowly lifted myself off of the ground. Ouch. I felt lightheaded and nauseous, probably because of the blood loss. I limped to the bathroom and got in the shower. I focused on the stinging but relaxing feeling of the warm water on my cuts and bruises. Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door bang open.

"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!? WORTHLESS SHIT LIKE YOU DOESN'T DESERVE TO GET HOT WATER!" Charlie slurred at me.

He drunkenly stomped to the shower, ripped the curtain back, and turned the water off. I hid in the corner, desperately trying to hide myself. Charlie saw me and chuckled evilly. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he said. "Come on now Bells, don't hide yourself. I want to see that beautiful body of yours." He grabbed my arms and dragged me to my bed. I quickly grabbed the ripped sheets and covered myself.

"Stay here. Don't move or you die," Charlie said as he walked out of my room. I cried silently until he came back into my room with his hands behind his back. I instantly stopped crying, I couldn't let Charlie see them or he would hurt me worse. Charlie hated crying.

"Now Isabella, I have a surprise for you," Charlie said as he took his handcuffs from behind his back. He took my hands and forcefully put them above my head. He handcuffed them to my headboard, then picked up a piece of the ripped sheets and tied my feet to the end of the bed. He took all of his clothes off and got on top of me. He roughly kissed my neck and moved lower until he reached my breasts. He began sucking on them, making me squirm away from him. I could feel his boner pressed against my leg, and I began to plead with him. "Ch…Charlie, dad, please don't do this. I'm a virgin. I can't lose my virginity to my father!"

He said, "Now baby, don't be like that! And plus, you're my daughter; I can do whatever I want with you!"

I decided to play nicely, and maybe he would let me go.

"I need to go to school right now. But when I get home, we can do everything you want."

Charlie grinned widely, got up, and said as he undid the handcuffs, "I knew you wanted me, you dirty slut. Hurry home." With that he walked out the room.

I tried to get up but realized that he didn't untie my feet. I grabbed a piece of the broken glass from my window, and began trying to cut the sheets. I got one undone and as I was trying to get the other one, my hand slipped and the glass cut my arm. I felt stinging pain, and then it felt as if all my worries were gone, almost like the feeling drugs and alcohol give me. I knew that I had discovered a new way to make myself feel better, and I was going to be cutting again soon.