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Edward had been here for about a week, I hadn't told him anything about Charlie beating me, but he had told me a lot about what he'd been doing after he left. He'd moved to Chicago, his original birth place. He told me that he'd become rather bored and empty after he left.

He had tried a few times to find out what I'd been up to but I always wriggled free of those conversations. Barely.

Everyday at home it was the same though. Go home, get hit harder, make dinner for him, cry myself to sleep. A painful existence.

But it was strange, right now I didn't care what Charlie did to me, because Edward was there, and even if I couldn't talk to him about what Charlie did, he still made me feel better. He made me smile.

It was a Saturday, which meant I was stuck in the house while Charlie went to work for the day. Many of these Saturdays I thought about running away, but I had many flaws in my plan. One, I had no money to go anywhere, two, I had nowhere to go, three, who's to say that Charlie wouldn't eventually catch up with me? Those were the main reasons but really, the truth was I was too scared to try anything.

And now I had a different excuse. Edward. He'd finally come back and I enjoyed his company. Edward was my life right now. Not as anything more than a friend, but as the only person I knew really truly cared for me. Well, besides his brother and sister. It made my life that little bit lighter.

I was in the kitchen cooking a huge meal for Charlie. Hopefully that would soften him up, though I highly doubted it. Charlie didn't care about anything but how much he could hurt me. Still, it was worth a try.

While I was waiting for the meat to cook, I traced the bruises and cuts that I had up my arms with my fingers. Wincing from the tender spots, I started to get Goosebumps. (A.N.- Does anyone else love when you get Goosebumps? I've just got them and I love when I get them because it's so weird, and aww they went away.)

I always felt so ugly, always felt like a freak when I saw all these bruises and cuts. But now when I thought about it, they were just making me ugly on the inside. I was lying to my friend. I could tell him, but then someone would end up in worse condition. So, I had two choices. Tell Edward and find out what unknown horrors would happen, or keep living this life of known horrors and not tell Edward. And as the saying goes, better the devil you know, than the devil you don't.

I started to cut the vegetables and putting them into the pan to cook. The smell was mouth watering so I put one small piece of raw carrot into my mouth, chewed quickly then swallowed. Food. Sometimes I did actually need to eat something and I kept a small amount of food hidden in my school bag for emergencies.

I finished up cooking and set it out for Charlie when I heard him pulling up in the drive, I then started doing the dishes. He came in and saw the dinner on the table. "Did you just make this?" He mumbled as he sat down.

"I just finished it, now I'm doing the washing up." I said as I kept my eyes on the dish I was washing. He grunted, sat down and started eating. This surprised me because normally he would have hit me. I didn't complain, I just finished with the washing up.

Once it was done, Charlie came in with an empty plate. I took it from him and started washing it. I could feel his eyes watching me, which made me inwardly shudder. "Dinner was nice." He said simply.

"Thanks, I'm glad you liked it." I said as I finished the dishes. I was just about to put a plate away when it slipped through my fingers, heading towards the ground. Luckily Charlie grabbed it.

He smiled innocently. "Learn to be more careful." He then slapped me across the face, with the plate, which shattered into pieces in my face. I fell to the floor, the rest of the shattered pieces of plate cutting my skin to shreds. "You never learn do you?" His voice was deathly calm, he grabbed all the breakable things I'd just washed and dropped them on me. "Clumsy little Bella, always bringing hardship on yourself."

He knelt down. "That's why Edward left, not because his father got a new job, because you're a worthless piece of crap." He chuckled darkly, standing back up and kicking me in the back. "He felt sorry for you. And when he realised that there was no point hanging around a good for nothing let down like you."

I didn't say anything. He didn't know that Edward was back, and I wasn't going to tell him. He glared at me. "You've told someone, haven't you?" I shook my head, my eyes filling with fear; if he thought that I'd told, I was going to get it ten times worse.

"You did, didn't you?" He kicked me hard, and I cried out in pain.

"I didn't I swear." I whimpered. He kept kicking me. I lay there in complete agony, unable to lose consciousness because he wasn't hitting my head.

"I'll make sure you don't either." He kicked me hard in the head so it hit the cabinet. I felt myself lose consciousness. Bliss.

A.N.- Don't hate me because I left it there. And don't hate me because of my inability to update. Please? Review telling me what you think? I might change my plot idea and have Edward come in at this point. Maybe, maybe not. Review!

Thanks to emoTWiLiGHT who beta'd it, even if it did take her about two days to do it :P