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Emmett: Am I in it yet?

Me: Em, please stop whining! You'll have to wait and see.

Emmett: *pouts* Fine!

Me: I don't own Twilight. :o(

"Bellsy Boo!" Oh geez, really?

"Go away!" I grumbled.

"No way Bells, moms says you need to get your ass up!" God I hate brothers.

"Emmett! Seriously, go away!" I shouted as I turned to look at him. His lip stuck out in a pout and his handsome face turned sad. Damn him.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry brother bear." I told him softly before his face broke into a grin, dimples and all.

"Yay! I forgive you but you still need to get up. We're leaving in about an hour and a half." He stated before dashing out the door. Damn it, I totally forgot.

So after moving to Jacksonville my mom and Phil got married. The abuse stopped from my mother, but that didn't stop Phil. Surprisingly my mother and I got closer. I guess it was due to her happiness. She didn't know that Phil was raping me, but she did see the bruises. She always apologized for him, saying he had a rough day but I knew better.

I wasn't allowed to visit my dad. Phil said it was too risky, and he told my mom my dad would surely take me from her. She of course didn't question him. My dad however, was getting pissed that he couldn't see me. All the excuses that were made, he just got sick of them. He came for a surprise visit which sucked because Phil had broken my arm at the time. We told dad that I had fallen when out with friends. I could see he didn't believe the lies and it was one of the best weeks of my life; especially when he told me he was going to come back for me.

But he didn't. He was killed a few weeks later on duty. Shot right in the heart. Phil wouldn't let me attend the funeral; I hated him even more for that. But worse, he basically told me he did it. He killed my father. "He got what was coming, Isabella. He was too nosey for his own good."

The rape continued till I was almost seventeen. I remember that last time as if it were yesterday.

Flashback:

Mom had gone away for a weekend with the girls, and me? I was left alone with my nightmare. I swear the man was like the devil in the flesh; the epitome of everything that is to be feared in this life, in my life. For the past two days he beat and raped me. At night when he left me in the bed to "rest" I would cry myself to sleep, often praying for someone to save me, but no one ever did. Today was the last day mom would be away and I knew Phil would surely take advantage of it.

As if on cue Phil entered into my room.

"Ah, sweet Isabella, are you ready for me?" He questioned in his devil like voice. I did not answer, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

"Answer me Isabella, or do you want to be punished?" I blinked at him; praying for him to just go away.

"Damn it you little bitch, answer me!" His hand flew towards me quickly and I felt the sting on my cheek. I always hated being slapped. Your skin always stings too long and your eyes always water. I blinked holding them in.

I closed my eyes as he entered me with a dirty grunt. He continued to hit me and rape me until the door opened.

"What the fuck is going on here!" My mother's voice screeched.

"What the fuck do you thing is going on! I'm using your precious little bitch for my needs. I mean it's not like you care about her." Phil turned to sneer at my mom.

I groaned in pain, whether from physical or emotional pain I'm not sure.

"You sick fuck! Y-You're insane!" She cried but he ignored her, turning back to me to finish.

I could hear my mom's footsteps pad down the hallway and a few moments I heard them return.

"Hey, asshole!" My mom yelled causing him to pull out of me and face her.

"Go to fucking hell." She told him before I heard a click and a loud pop.

I could barely see my mother's shaky form as she lowered the gun she was holding and ran towards my bed. Phil's body dropped to the floor and I could smell the coppery smell of blood.

"Oh, my baby. My poor baby." She sobbed.

"What did that monster do to you?" She continued. I wanted to say something but I couldn't get the words to leave my throat. My eyes stayed a hooded as I fought to keep them open.

"I'm so sorry. God I'm so sorry." She laid her body on top of mine in what I could only determine as a hug.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered one more time before pulling away. I watched her as best as I could. My eyes dangerously close to closing, but I fought them. I fought them only to see my mother raise the barrel of the gun to her head. Her lips mouthing out the word 'sorry' before she pulled the trigger, her body falling to the floor where I could see the blood pool around her.

And then my world went black.

End of Flashback

Apparently a neighbor heard the gunshots and called the cops. They found me on the bed, unmoving. I had vaguely heard people saying that I was in shock. All I could think was, really? Because I just watched my mother blow her brains out.

I was placed with the Cullens, a foster family, a month later. At first I was freaked, I wouldn't let Emmett, Edward, Jasper or Carlisle come near me, I would actually have panic attacks I was so freaked. Emmett took it the worst, the big teddy bear he is. Eventually I learned that they wouldn't hurt me, but at times I can still feel the panic build.

Nightmares were also something that plagued me. Many a night I have been shaken from the terrors in my mind; usually by Esme as she's hold me close and whispers words of comfort. My dreams were either about Phil coming back for me or my mom killing herself as I begged her not to.

Slowly I started to open up to everyone; now I can't picture a life without these people. The Cullens adopted me after I had been with them for a half a year. I now have three brothers –Jasper, Emmett, and Edward -, two sisters –Rosalie and Alice -, and loving parents –Esme and Carlisle. They are each amazing in their own ways. I'm happy with them, but Carlisle has decided to open a clinic in LaPush.

Esme said it'd be good to get back to my roots. I however, disagree. Why the hell would I want to go back to where my nightmare started? But here I am mere hours away from returning to a place I hoped I'd never have to return to.

"Come on, ready Bells?" Emmett asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

A.N. Sorta a filler chapter. I hope you like it. I had to fix the last chapter because for some reason it cut out the first paragraph. Thank you all for the reviews and thanks for reading! More reviews please! XD