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Chapter 11:
[Bella Point of View:]

I leaned against the wall and started crying. I slid down the wall and brought my knees against my chest.

I couldn't escape. I was trapped.

I have no idea how long I sat there crying, but soon I heard a noise. I was the door. Charlie was back.

I looked around for somewhere to hide. I saw a closet.

I was closing the door, when Charlie opened the door. I knelt down, and push myself as far into the closet as I could.

I peaked out through the crack and saw Charlie drop the keys.

"Blast it," Charlie mumbled, and then called out, "Bella, I'm back." He left his keys on the floor and went up the stairs. I waited a second before opening the closet door. I grabbed the keys and went to the door.

I'd just unlocked the door when I hear him.

"Hello, Bella," Charlie said. I turned around, and he was right behind me.

[Edward Point of View:]

"Which way, Alice," I said into my cellphone, as Carlisle and I reached the camp grounds.

"One of you go east, and the other go west," Alice said, "I can't see any other option."

"Alice, give me something," I begged.

"Edward, we don't have time for this," Carlisle said, and I knew he was right. Who knew what Charlie could be doing to Bella?

"Fine...Alice if anything changes-" I started.

"I'll call. Now hurry," Alice said, and hung up on me. Carlisle headed north and I went east.

[Bella Point of View:]

"Did you think I was going to let you leave me," Charlie yelled, holding me against the wall by an end table with beer bottles on it. He was holding me by my neck, so I was hard to breathe.

"Did you think I was going to lose you again, you little whore. Just like your mother," Charlie yelled, banging me against the wall.

"Mom isn't a slut," I gasped.

"Oh really...So what is she if she gets pregnant by one man and then marries another," Charlie said, letting go of me. I didn't try to run.

"What," I asked, slowly reaching for a bottle of beer but keeping my eyes locked with Charlie's

"I'm not your father," Charlie said.

"No, you're lying," I said, grabbing hold of a bottle.

"No...your mother's a liar," Charlie said.

"You're not my father," I said, tightening my grin on the bottle.

"No," Charlie asked.

"Then I don't feel bad about this," I said, before smashing the bottle into Charlie's head.

He went down, and I ran for the door.

[Charlie's Point Of View:]

I hit the floor, and Bella ran. I could feel blood starting to drip down from the wound. I struggled to my feet, and felt the wound. The beer was stinging, and I could feel some small shards of glass in it.

"I'm going to kill her," I all but growled before running after her.

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