I don't own anything but the idea.

This chapter will be just flashbacks for Bella.

Bella POV-

He shoves me down the stairs to the basement, "Daddy?" I ask, he glares at me from his spot at the very top of the stairs.

It hurts to breathe, I can barely feel my fingers on my right arm.

What did I do?

He slams the door without giving me another glance.

~Time Skip~

I get shoved against the wall of the hallway, "Who was that?" He growls.

"Angela. She's my friend." I choke out.

I feel him punch me in the stomach, "If anyone finds out about our little conversations, you'll find out exactly what a bullet feels like going through your head." He growls out.

I nod, tears streaming down my face, "Go fucking fix dinner."

I stumble into the kitchen.

~Time Skip~

"Happy 13th birthday, Isabella," daddy grins when I walk in.

"I've got a special surprise for you." I can see from here that he's been drinking all day.

He grabs me by my hair and pulls me up the stairs and into his room, "D-Daddy! That hurts!" I cry.

I'm thrown onto the bed, and he gets on top of me, "Don't worry Isabella, we're gonna have lots of fun."

He grins and rips my shirt in half.

~Time Skip~

I stare down at my stomach; the bandages are already soaked through.

He stabbed me….he actually stabbed me.

I cough again, looking down, parts of the white sink are stained with blood.

My blood.

~Time Skip~

He smashes his boot into my side, I scream.

A hand clamps over my mouth, "Do you fucking want them to find out?" He yells, "Do you?"

He grabs me by a handful of my hair and starts dragging me upstairs, "No! Please! I promise I'll be a good girl! Please!" I beg.

"You're nothing but a worthless fucking whore!" He yells at me, "You can't fucking follow simple instructions! You're about as stupid as a fucking whore too!"

I'm chained to the bed and he starts to unbuckle his work pants, "Please! Don't do this!"

He doesn't listen.

He never does.

~Time Skip~

I'm woken up by him bashing my head against the floor, "Go get cleaned up!"

I stumble up the stairs, blood trailing down my face and covering a portion of my eye.

My reflection in the mirror is one of pure horror.

My eyes are blood shot and have deep bruise like bags under them. Blood covers most of my face, most of it dried.

From my temple, back to my ear is a long gash. He must've used his pocket knife.

I grab the bandages and apply as much pressure I can to the bleeding wound.

~Time Skip~

I scrub the floors as hard as I can with the brush.

Looking over at the clock, I see it turn quickly to 6:30 am.

I've been up since yesterday trying to get the house as clean as I possibly can for when daddy comes home.

I don't want him to take me up to his room.

I'd do anything to avoid that.

I'm still too sore from the last time.

Maybe he'll let me sleep in my bed tonight!

This is honestly some of the things that happened.

The time skip, could also be anywhere from days, or weeks apart. This is only showing some of the things that he's done to her over the years.

Well, in just a glimpse, this is some of the things that happened to me in all actuality.

I had to lie to my big brothers all the time (I wasn't living with my parents at the time).

Since I went to a dormitory school right down the road, kind of a military academy. I could always lie and say I was staying there at night.

They were always gone on trips for work, so I was always able to go off and say I go hurt in a fight. Or, that we got a little too rough during one of the combat exercises.

It was so simple after a while for me to go off and lie to them. I hated it, but that's just how it was.

Then, one person came in. A very good family friend.

He moved in with us, and I made one crucial mistake that completely changed my life.

But for the better.