A/N: ok hi guys I'm back. This is chapter three. I hope you like it. Please tell me I there is anything I can fix or improve on. This chapter contains really bad abuse so I'm just warning you this one is a bit more intense than the others.

Chapter 3

He walked in and glared at me. I trembled but didn't let the fear show on my face. I know that tonight was going to be worse than all the others. No one was home. And they won't be till tomorrow. And today at lunch with the Cullen's that was going to cost me. I knew that I should have just left even if they really wanted me too. Damn Edward. I mean he couldn't just take no for an answer.

"I want dinner," he grunted. I put the plate down in front of him and got him a bottle of beer. He took a bite of the pasta. I was trembling from head to toe. I knew he was enjoying this. He smiled at me. Oh shit. I knew that when he smiled it wasn't going to be a good night. He picked up the plate. Before I could move he threw it at my head. It shattered at it hit the floor. I could feel the slow warm liquid fall down my face.

"What the fuck are you feeding me? Are you trying to kill my or something? You ungrateful little slut. You are lucky I'm even letting you stay here while your father is out!" he yelled. He was right I was ungrateful. He loved me. He was looking after me. I looked at the floor. I heard something slide off the oven top. Oh no the food. I didn't turn the oven off just in case he was late. I didn't want his food to be cold. That wouldn't be good. Just then I felt the hot pan connect with my back. I screamed bloody murder. He laughed. He liked hearing me scream. I fell to the floor in pain crying from the pain I felt everywhere.

"GET UP YOU LAZY BITCH! GET UP NOW! I LOVE YOU AND LOOK AFTER YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU RE PAY ME? WELL WE'LL JUST SEE ABOUT THAT. GET ON YOUR FEET!" he grabbed me by my arm roughly. Then slapped me as hard as he could across the face. His hand never leaving my arm stopping me from falling over. I could taste the blood in my mouth.

"Please stop. I'm begging you," I pleaded but that just made him angrier. He grabbed my face.

"WHY SHOULD I STOP YOU FAT COW? HUH? WHAT ARE YOU TO ME? YOU ARE JUST A PATHETIC WORTHLESS WASTE OF SPACE! I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!" and with that he bashed me head against the wall. I screamed but was silenced by his hand over my mouth.

"Shut up you stupid whore. Someone might hear you." He threw me to the floor. I was sobbing. He kicked me in the ribs. Hard. He chuckled. Obviously please with what he has done. I couldn't move it all just hurt. Everywhere I felt like I was just hit by a bus.

"Now clean this place up. I want it spotless. Or else there will be pay tomorrow. Oh and did I tell you? Your dad isn't going to be home tomorrow. His flight was postponed and my parents won't be home till the same day as your dad because something happened with my sister" his eyes shined like a kid on Christmas day. He walked out of the room. The blood drained from my face completely. My world had come crashing down around me. I was going to die. I just knew it. I started sobbing.

Why was I such a horrible person? I ruined everything. James pitied me that's why he was going out with me. He didn't love me he pitted me. It all made sense now. And my dad he only loved me because I was his daughter. He had too. I wasn't wanted so why should I be here if I'm not wanted.

I wanted all of this to just go away. I hate life this isn't what it should be. I know I love him. But I just couldn't do this anymore. I shouldn't burden people with all my shit. It was mine to deal with no one else.

"Sigh, come on Bella better start cleaning before this can get any worse" it was kind of funny thinking this could get any worse. I don't think I could. But then again I've been wrong before. But I have to think that this can't get any worse or it will.

I slowly got up biting my lip so I wouldn't scream. Everything hurt my back, head, arm, ribs and now my lip, which was bleeding. I swept up the broken plate and put it in the bin. I got a mop and bucket and dry cloth so I could dry the floor. I got on my hands and knees. Silently I was praying that if I cleaned well enough James would leave me alone for the night. So I could sleep in peace. Each time I moved my whole body would pulsate and I would see spots.

2 hours later I finally finished cleaning. I was breathless from the rib sticking into my lung. My vision was so blurry I could barely see. I tried to stand up. But as soon as I was upright the whole room spun and the pain on my ankle and back was increased by so much I collapsed on the floor. As soon as I fit the floor I screamed in pain. Everything hurt so badly. I heard James get up from the couch. Oh god no please. I closed my eyes waiting for him to reach the kitchen.

"What the fuck is going on?" he yelled. "I'm trying to watch TV you stupid bitch" I heard his footsteps come closer. I opened my eyes slightly I saw him towering over me. I scrunched my eyes shut. Then out of nowhere I felt a sharp pain in my side. This pushed my rib harder in to my lung. I coughed and I looked at my hand there was blood. The room began to spin again. And my breathing became jagged. The room wouldn't stop spinning and with each kick it was becoming harder and harder till it was almost impossible. I knew I couldn't pass out. I didn't know what would happen. So I slowed down my breathing and tried to ignore the pain.

All of a sudden the kicking stopped and the room was silent except for the sound of my breathing. Then I heard footsteps walking away. Then stop. I opened my eyes just a bit. He wasn't in the room. I mentally sighed- it would hurt too much to actually do it- he was gone maybe he decided to stop. But it seemed as though the world loved proving me wrong because he appeared. He was holding something I wasn't quite sure what it was. But it was brown and looked like… ROPE! Oh god no this wasn't going to happen.

I ignored the pain and struggled to get up. But he was too quick for me and grabbed me by the arm. I started to cry and beg him to stop. But he didn't say anything. He dragged me up the stairs by my hair. I started screaming but he covered my mouth again like before. I couldn't let him do this to me I wouldn't. So I bit down on his hand hard. He roared and ripped his hand away from my mouth and pushed me down the stairs. I bounced down the stairs my body hitting every step. It felt like every bone in my body was breaking. The room started spinning and I couldn't breathe I could feel anything but the pain I was feeling. I was going to be feeling this in the morning that's for sure.

Then finally I hit the floor and that's when everything went black and I gratefully walked into darkness and her waiting arms.

Hey guys, hope you enjoyed that. It took a while for me to type it but I did it. And yes typing this does kind of help me get over it. But I am sorry for taking so long. But it's up. Read and review.