Ella POV

I was so done.

I was done with my father. I was done with being hurt all the time. I was done with bleeding. I was just done.

I knew that by the time I had made it back close to La Push it had been about a day and a half. While normally I should have been able to have walked back within a day, all of my injuries were making things a bit difficult. Progress was slow and my body felt like it was on fire and being soaked in acid. I knew that all of the cuts on my body were open and bleeding.

I had managed to stay close enough to the road to see it but not be seen by anyone driving by for most of the trip. As I started getting closer to Forks though, more cars started driving by, and as more cars drove by, I moved farther into the forest.

By the time nightfall came the first day, I was ready to pass out. I decided to move farther into the trees and find some cover so that I could rest for a while. I figured I would be able to make it back to the road by following my foot prints. Of course, I should have figured that I was in Forks, Washington and of course it was going to downpour that night. Luckily I was able to find a good area to hole up in so I didn't get totally soaked, but by the time I woke up the next morning, my footprints had been washed away and I had no idea which direction to head.

At that point I just decided to pick a direction and start walking. If you can recall, I was simply done. I didn't really care at that point if I was headed in the right direction or not. So, off I went. Of course, I didn't pick the right direction. I had been walking for a few hours when I triped over a tree root and fell to the floor. After that I don't remember anything but the dreams, well nightmares.

"Shut up you little bitch! I don't want to hear a fucking word out of you or this is going to be much worse," Rick drunkenly slurred.

I was tied to the bed, bleeding from the most recent cuts Rick had made in my arms. The ones from the day before had scabbed over, but they opened back up from my most recent experiences.

I was trying not to cry. Crying never did any good. But this was new. Rick had beat me, kicked me, pushed me down the stairs, but he had never done something like this. While I never referred to him as such, Rick was still my father, and this was a level I never thought he would sink to.

I could feel him making sure all of my ties were nice and secure so that I couldn't move an inch. When he was sure I wasn't going anywhere, Rick put all of his body wait on me and push himself inside me. I tried not to scream, but I knew I wouldn't last long. As Rick kept going, the only thing I could do was try to blank out, not focus on what was happening. Finally the pain became too much and everything faded to black.

Rick was sitting in the chair, eating something from McDonalds, and watching T.V. I was hoping he would just ignore me. All of my cuts were scabbed over and my body was so sore, I didn't know if I would ever fully heal.

Suddenly, Rick stood up from his chair and went to the table that the television was on. I saw him pick something up. It was something I was very well acquainted with at this point. The light from the room glinted off the sharp blade of the knife. Ever so slowly, Rick stalked towards me.

I closed my eyes not wanting to see the look on his face while I suffered.

I could feel my skin breaking as Rick punched me in the face.

"This is what you get for going around whoring yourself out, just like your mother." With that Rick started punching my stomach over and over again. When he finally stopped, I could feel him cut the ropes tying me to the bed, one by one. I tried blinking away my tears, trying to see what he was going to do next, yet not really wanting to. I knew whatever it was, it was going to hurt.

I looked up just in time to see that stupid knife coming down toward me. I threw my hands up in front of my face as quick as I could. As Rick brought the knife down with as much force as he could muster, I could hear the plaster on my cast cracking. He brought it down again, but I was lucky for once in my very unlucky life and he hit the cast again. With that I could tell the thing was definitely cracked. I was just glad it wasn't my skull.

After the second unsuccessful attempt, Rick threw the knife to the ground. He again started hitting anywhere he could reach on my body.

"You fucking, little bitch!" Rick screamed in my face. He got up off of me and quickly took his clothes off. As quick as he could manage, the man who was supposed to love and protect me, assaulted me in one of the worst ways possible.

Once he finished, he put his clothes on and walked to the door. He turned back to sneer down at me.

"I'll be back for another round later you fucking bitch," he said laughing sadistically.

As the door shut behind him, I let the tears run free until the darkness claimed me again.

As I slowly began to come to, all I was feeling was pain. Everything hurt. Oddly enough it was warmer than when I passed out. The forest floor also seemed to have gotten a lot more comfy. Hey, got to look at the bright side of things too right?

I felt a sharp stinging sensation on my stomach. I flinched away trying to remove myself from the pain. Why was I feeling that? Had Rick found me? Someone else? Did they just want to hurt me too?

With those thoughts racing through my mind, I forced my eyes open.

"Everything okay?"

My eyes flashed to the source of the voice. There standing in the door way, were two giant men. I should have figured I wouldn't get away that easily. I had escaped from Rick only to replace him with two giant native men, who could probably do a lot more damage than the drunk.

Just as he finished speaking, I did the first thing that came to my mind. I started screaming. I figured I might as well try my hardest to get someone to help me. When the two men finally came out of their shock at the piercing noise I was making, they both stepped forward.

Suddenly, there were two hands restraining mine. I hadn't noticed there was another man in the room. As soon as he looked at my face, he took his hands back releasing mine. I could see the regret on his face, even in my panic, but it didn't really register in my mind.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! PLEASE, DON'T HURT ME!" was the only thing I could think to say in my panicking. I was not above begging at this point. I couldn't get anything else out at this point because I was sobbing so hard, I couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, through the cloud of fear and panic in my brain, I heard the voice of the last person I expected. "Ellie, please. We just want to help. Look at me. I promise no one will hurt you. Not while I'm around."

I looked into the eyes of the only person I had ever trusted in my life, and that was saying a lot seeing as he had bullied me for most of my life and we had only recently began to become friends. With that, I threw myself into Paul's arms, despite the pain, and held on to my anchor in the storm that was my life, sobbing my eyes out.