Disclaimer: I don't own twilight or the characters but I'm hoping to get them for my 16th birthday =)
Author's Note: Ok shout out to Kit Kat for reviewing my last chapter. I kind of thought the story flopped and wasn't going to update. But here I am and here we go! (Takes place on Sunday)
BPOV:
My body was bruised and hurting. Charlie decided he would teach me a lesson for fighting. To say he beat my ass is an huge understatement. I shouldn't be surprised because I knew it was coming sooner or later.
I was cooking food for Charlie when he walked in from his fishing trip.
"Are you going to eat?" He asked as I served him dinner.
I could smell the Brandy radiating off of him. I absolutely hated that Charlie was an alcoholic. I shook my head. I watched him go in the cabinet and pull out another bottle and knew something bad was going to happen. As soon as I was done I ran upstairs and into my room.
Two hours later Charlie staggered into my room wearing nothing but boxers. I had to hide the disgust from my face. He walked up and sat in front of me on my bed. I looked at him and he leaned forward and kissed me. My stomach started to hurt. Suddenly he slid his tongue into my mouth and I wanted to gag. If I would've eaten recently I know I would have thrown up.
I tried to pull away from Charlie but he pushed me down onto my bed and got on top of me. I started fighting against him.
"NO!" I screamed before he put his hand over my mouth.
"Shhh" He whispered. "Screaming won't get you anywhere."
With that he let me scream and ignored me as I fought against him. I was naked under this man who was supposed to be my father. Suddenly he pushed into me and I screamed out in pain.
"Daddy stop!" I screamed as he thrusts in me over and over.
I swear it felt like he was on me for an hour before he collapsed on top of me. He was panting and I was sobbing. He got off of me, grabbed his boxers, and walked out of my room.
I got up and frantically searched for my razor and almost screamed when I couldn't find it. Charlie came back in and tossed something at me. I looked down and saw a new razor and hated him for knowing what I wanted to do.
I looked down at both of my arms at all the cuts spread out. Without a second thought I carved SLUT into my left arm. I wanted to cry out because I couldn't feel anything. I took my right arm and sliced it in every direction possible and dropped the razor.
I screamed out in pain and automatically thought I cut too deep. Somewhere in my heart I wanted Charlie to rush upstairs and show me that he loved me. I knew it wasn't going to happen.
I reached for my first aid kit and wrapped up both of my arms.
I woke up screaming unaware of the fact that I even fell asleep. I looked at my alarm clock and it read 5:12. I didn't have to wake up for another almost hour. I got in the shower and then got ready for school. My arms were screaming in pain. I got outside at 7:30, I was nauseous but I drove to school.