WARNING: this story does contain flashbacks of abuse and harsh language; if you do not feel comfortable with that then I suggest you don't read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters or any of the amazing songs-sadly. I don't even own Adam Gontier, but I do think Jacob would sing some of those songs. I do however own Raven the famous singer.

Chapter 13 (BPOV)

"GET UP YOU BITCH!" My 'father' yelled kicking me in the stomach. I whimpered and stood up. He grabbed me by the shirt and held me against the wall. His face inches from mine he started yelling. "YOU TOLD SOMEONE DIDN'T YOU? YOU DID! YOU SLUT." His breath blew across my face making me dizzy from the alcohol.

"No, I didn't I swear." I whispered because he was now choking me.

He threw me to the ground and started kicking me again. I whimpered between every kick. Tears fell from my eyes mercilessly. My so called father yelled and screamed kicking and hitting me. I felt my consciousness slipping away and couldn't be more happy about it.

Out of nowhere Charlie stopped. I heard him unbuckle his pants and I heard as he slid them down to the ground."This will teach you to lie to me, Slut." He started to bend over me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I sat straight up in bed screaming and crying. My body was covered in sweat. I pulled my knees up to my chest and curled into a protective ball.

I heard running footsteps and my door being banged open. "Bella!" I recognized Jacob. He came running to my side and pulled me to his chest. My fist clenched around his arm holding myself tightly to him. I couldn't free myself from the horrific life that I had once lived and that's all I wanted.

Ask me any day what is my dream and I'll always answer the same way; to be free of my past. Nothing would mean more to me then forgetting about Charlie; about what he did, but the sad thing was I would never forget or get over what he did. It's been burned into my memory.

Jacob held me to his chest and let me cry. I turned a bright shade of red when I realized he was only in his boxers. I started pulling back, but his grip tightened. "Bella, what happened?" I shook my head and I knew that even though the room was pitch black he understood. "Please, Bella, it may help if you tell someone."

Finally I side and pulled back, this time Jake let me. I looked down at my hands fiddled with my fingers. "It, was about Charlie, he was beating me again, calling me a bitch and slut and then . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Then he raped me." I cried and fell back against Jake's chest.

"Shh, Bella, shh. It's fine, Charlie can't hurt. He's gone, he's gone." I felt as Jake rubbed my back in soothing circles. I felt myself falling asleep again as he continued to say soothing things and rub my back.

I was in a dark room. I could feel a shaggy carpet between my toes, but there were no windows to look out. All of a sudden I heard a door open and close on the far side of the room.

"H-h-hello?" I called out. I heard someone chuckling darkly.

"Now, now, someone sounds scared." I heard the voice say. It was then I recognized the voice-Charlie. It surprised me though; I had never had this dream before.

"What do you want?" I asked. Then a light flicked on above my head. I quickly looked away from the light and once again focused on Charlie.

Charlie started walking towards me, he circled me keepings his eyes on my head. "Is that anyway, to talk to you father?"

"You're not my Father. My father died when I was born and was replaced with a son of a bitch surrogate like you." I spit.

Charlie tsked. He then stopped in front of me and slapped me across the face. I fell back and closed my eyes. When I opened them again Charlie was standing above me laughing, but then the dream changed. It was no longer Charlie laughing it was Jasper. He laughed as he looked down at me.

"Oh, what's wrong big sister? Surprised to see me?" He taunted.

"NO, Jasper's not like Charlie, he won't hurt me, and he loves me." I started shaking my head.

Jasper laughed loudly the grabbed my arm, but not roughly. I watched him shaking slightly. He started lighting the sleeve of my shirt to show a large bruise on my upper arm. He wrapped his fingers around my arm over the bruise. My bruise started to throb. "Are you sure about that, Isabella?" I screamed and everything went black . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

When I opened my eyes again, I was in my room. Jake was lying beside me asleep. This time I wasn't screaming or crying or even sweating. I was just scared. I quickly lifted the sleeve of my shirt up and saw the same bruise that was in my dreams. My breathing started to come out in ragged gasps.

Jake sensed my distress because he woke up and hugged me to him. As he was pulling back to ask what was wrong he saw the bruise on my arm. He grabbed my arm gently and pulled it closer to him. His fingers gently grazed the bruise. "Who did this?" he asked in a calm voice.

I flinched. "Nobody." I mumbled.

Jake looked at me sharply. "Who?" He asked a little bit harsher.

I sighed. "When Jasper heard me talking to you on the phone he freaked and grabbed my arm. When I told him to let go, his grip tightened and that is happened." I waved my hand lazily at the bruise.

It was then I actually looked at Jake. The light shone through the window and landed on him. His face and stomach were covered in bruises and cuts. I gasped and ran my fingers over the cuts on his face. "Who did this to you, Jake?" I asked.

"Nobody." He said mocking my earlier answer. I glared at him and he smirked at me. "Jasper, Emmett and I got into a little disagreement." I stared horrified at him.

"Jake please tell me you didn't go over their just to teach him a lesson." I begged.

He laughed. "No, Bella. I went over there to talk to him and things got out of hand." I knew he was lying, but I also knew better than to say that out loud.

I huffed and stood up-well attempted to; I soon fell over only to be caught by Jake. I mumbled a 'thanks' and grabbed my crutches. I headed down stairs and sat on the couch. I felt like shit and probably looked like shit to. My head hurt from not enough sleep and my cold and my body just ached in general.

Jake came and sat beside me and put a movie in. We were just getting started when the door bell rang. Jake kissed the top of my head and went to answer it.

"What do you want?" I heard Jake spit at someone.

"Look, I just want to talk to her, please, I need to know if she's alright." I heard a frantic worried voice that could only belong to . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Okay, I'm done this chapter.

R&R or I will kill Alice when she is at the mall.