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Chapter 3

After my clumsy moment I went through the rest of the school day embarrassed. I don't know why, my embarrassment only lasts a few seconds in my many trips and falls before this one. Throughout the day I was replaying that moment in my head. He just made a remark and left with the last word which I was trying to leave with.

Oh well, I would get even with him soon.

As I was walking towards the parking lot now that school was over, reality came crashing down on me. I would be going back home, home! After an okay day at school I would have to go and live my never ending nightmare. Hopefully, both my parents wouldn't be home. As I reached the limo I saw that many people were staring at me but only one stare caught my eye and it belonged to Edward. He had a look of disgust on his face as I entered the limo.

When inside I wondered why he would have looked at me with such a face. But I thought that maybe he was not looking at me, maybe he saw one of the members of Sam's gang.

David as always said, "So how did your day go Isabella?" I usually lied and said fine but today I think I would mean it, "It was okay I guess. I have a project due next week on a historical person from anytime in the world's history." Always being his considerate self he asked, "Will you need to go to the library to research?" "Umm… I will but I don't know who I am doing the project on and I want to pass some ideas of who should we do it on with my partner," I answered him. "Well okay but tell me when you need to go." I just nodded knowing he could see me through the rear view mirror.

I continued reading Romeo and Juliet for the remainder of the drive. Once I got home I went straight into my room not wanting to bump into my parents if they were home. But luck was not on my side my mother was heading towards the front door when I entered.

I greeted her by saying, "Good afternoon mother. How was your day?" She answered me coldly, which was expected, by saying, "Well what do you think?" she put emphasis on the 'you', "When I have to be in this house and see you look so horrible."

I answered in a whisper, "I think you are not doing well."

"Correct so stop asking stupid questions and when you go out tomorrow make sure you put more makeup on that face of yours and I am not saying this so you can try to make that ugly face of yours more presentable because that would just be a lost cause. I am saying this so that no one can see that mark on your cheek, we can't have people thinking that you are being abused in this home," that last part she said with a smile and then she left.

I ran up to my room so I could go to sleep and maybe try to escape this hell with slumber.

After I had changed into something more comfortable so I could take a nap there was a knock at my door and in came my father. I looked up at him with fear in my eyes and when he saw my face he chuckled while closing my door and asked, "Has your mother left?" I answered in a whisper, "Yes."

All he said afterwards was, "Good," and he marched to where I was standing and pulled me to him. I struggled against him as he ripped off my clothes, screaming for help that would never come. I knew all my struggles would be useless in the end but I couldn't let myself give up, there was something in me that wouldn't let me no matter how broken I was.

He threw my bruised naked form onto my bed and in the process I hit my head against the wooden head board. I tried to get up and run to my bathroom and lock myself in it but the hit in the head made my steps unsteady and I fell to the ground. I felt Charlie grab my hair and pull me back so hard that I thought he ripped some of it from my roots, which he probably did. By my hair he threw my naked body on my bed for the second time and this time as he was undressing himself I just stayed their crying from the pain I felt and from the pain that was to come. Then as he was going to join me on my bed his phone rang.

With a grumble he looked at the caller ID and cursed. He answered in a business tone of voice and said, "Hello… yes this is he… no, I will meet you there as scheduled… yes… okay… goodbye."

He looked really angry while he said, "We will finish this later," and he got dressed and exited my room.

I felt so thankful that he didn't get his way this time. Still I felt dirty from his touches. So with all the strength I had left I lifted myself off the bed and headed to the bathroom were I started the shower and got in. My body gave out and I was sitting at the bottom of the bath tub and I started sobbing as I felt the very warm water hit my cold skin.

While I stayed in the shower I kept thinking over and over again, 'Someone help me, please. Please! Someone save me from this hell!'

=/ yeah I know this chapter is kinda sad but I have to show you the reality of Bella's home life.

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