A/N: Ok well I forgot to put this on the first two chapters. But this is really just my original story I took off. I needed to do some serious editing, haha. And I wanted to change some things. But same storyline and all just edited and hopefully improved (: so lemme know whatcha think.
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Chapter 3
BPOV
"Charlie…please…I didn't mean t…t…to make you…so….well pissed!" I said knowing nothing would work.
He had been drinking again and that meant he was not going to listen to me and I knew it. I braced myself and I thought of all the things he could do to me. 'Please, please don't let him do what I think he's going to!' I thought over and over in my head. I was pretty sure I would get the same punishment as always but I hoped and prayed I didn't...
"Follow me Bella." He said those words so seriously I didn't say a word as I dragged my feet behind him.
He took me through the parlor down the stairs down that damn hallway, which seemed like we walked down forever, and he turned into the same room as always and he turned around and looked at me.
"Do you know what happens next Bella?" He asked me.
"Yea sir, I do." I whispered.
"Well then go get THE DAMN BOX!" he started yelling mid sentence.
"Ok I'm sorry sir." I whimpered, damn I'm such a coward sometimes.
I walked toward the pantry, I didn't need to move the stool since it always stayed in the same spot. I climbed onto the stool; I swear my knees were indented in that thing! I reached up towards the top shelf and pulled that fucking box down and I hopped off the stool and walked towards the kitchen, and toward Charlie.
"Pour." He stated
"How much?" I asked
"TILL I SAY STOP DAMMIT BELLA!"
"Sorry sir! I'm sorry!" I pleaded.
I started pouring that box of dried grits on the floor and I kept pouring, and pouring, and pouring. I swear that pile looked like we had just brought the beach into our kitchen and only put it in the one spot before he finally said stop.
"Kneel." He demanded
I sighed and held my breath as I slowly lowered myself onto the pile. I sat there with my knees on the pile just a few minutes before I just started screaming in agony and Charlie being himself just told me to shut the fuck up. The longer that I sat there, the more drunk Charlie got, he just drank, and drank and KEPT drinking.
"Ok you're done. Now go to your room, we'll get Emmett to cook for punishment. Although I'm sure it won't be as good as when you cook. He might burn down the kitchen which I will blame on you as usual for whatever may go wrong." He said looking around the room. Then he looked right at me and slapped me backhand across my face and I fell to the ground bleeding.
He was just trying to seem fierce because Rebecca had walked in the room. But I knew he was going to do it anyways even if she hadn't walked in. I was crying too much from the pain to really care. My knees looked terrible and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I walked as fast as I could with my knees how they were but the slightest movement hurt like hell. I finally made it to my room and I crashed on my bed. I lay there for hours on end. I just couldn't move, but after a while I walked over to that tiny window. I opened it just a tad and scooped up a handful of snow and brought it inside. I found my tiny washbasin bowl that had been bone dry for years and put the snow in there. It was fresh snow so it wasn't dirty yet thankfully for what I was about to do with it, it needed to be clean. I got the towel from the side and I laid it on my bed then I dragged the bowl onto the floor and put it by my bed. I reached into the bowl and melted all that snow with my bare hands and then sat on the bed. I started crying knowing this would sting but I had to do it. I dipped the towel in the water and I brought the towel to my knees and the pain worsened as the water got in.
"What are you doing?" Emmett asked puzzled standing in my doorway pain written across his face.
"N…n….n...nothing Emmett! Cant you knock?" I argued trying to hide my knees and the bowl.
"That sure as hell 'aint nothing," Emmett argued, "Bells what did he do to you? Honestly what?"
"…dry grits…" I mumbled.
"THAT'S IT!" Emmett yelled.
"That's what?" I snarled.
He didn't reply he just reached his hand under my bed and pulled out my ratty bag I had never used and started throwing my few clothes into it.
"Be right back. Don't you dare move or touch that bag." He said so seriously I didn't dare.
I waited, and waited, and waited some more till finally he came back up carrying a bunch of bread and dried meat from outside. He started shoving it into my bag wrapped up in a cloth.
"Leave this here, till tonight. I'm getting you out of here." He stated.
"Emmett…there isn't anything I can do to change your mind, I can tell. But I'm going to miss you so much." I said tears falling down my even redder face.
"I'm going to miss you to Bella. But we will see each other again. If you get away and find somewhere to go maybe they will help you figure something out. You're a smart girl you'll know what to do." Emmett said placing his hand on my cheek studying the hand mark; I had never seen him like this before.
So I was leaving…great…what could go wrong? Right?
