Authors note: I was suck and even though a whole bunch of people subscribed and favorited my story no one reviewed so I didn't know whose pov to do. But I'll try anyway. So here I go.
Bpov:
I spun and dashed into the house. I pushed myself as fast as I could upstairs and into my own room.
I slammed the door, trying to get a grip on my shaking. He was going to hit me. I thought he was someone I could eventually trust. I was wrong.
*You're acting like a slut*
The words echoed in my head.
He doesn't know me. I told myself. But no matter how true that was, he was right. I was acting like a slut. But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters.
I stood up in front of the body mirror hanging on the opposite side of my room from the door. I shook my head before pulling Jacobs sweater over my head.
I closed my eyes, afraid of what I would see. Especially since I was just in a black bra and panty set.
My hair hung loose around my shoulders. My eyes were puffy and red, my eye color was a dark angry blue. I looked away and to my lips. Slightly swollen from letting Jacob kiss me. It was a hot kiss, like Charlies, like he just wanted something. Something I wasn't going to give him. Finally the hand print on my face. My tears washed away the cover up. I let my eyes slide down and look at the dark bruises covering my collar bone. I looked down further. My arms were swollen from Edward grabbing me. Swollen right over the almost black bruises that Charlie loved to give me from throwing me around. Right at the top of my bra I could see the bruises Charlies fingers made. Bruises were also all over my stomach from various times. Some where yellow and basically gone, while others were dark and a few days old. On my arms all my scars and cuts were visible. Standing out proudly. My wrists were also bruised in hand prints. I flinched at the hand prints on my hips from when I came home from the Cullens and Charlie wanted what he thought I gave Edward. My legs were also splotched with bruises and welts. I could only imagine how bad my back looked.
I dropped to the floor and hid my face in my hands.
Suddenly I was walking into Charlies hou*Where the fuck where you? He screams. Why haven't you answered any of my calls. Suddenly he slapped me across my face. I flew backwards and back into the front door. I-I got sick at the-the Cullens house. I-I was told to stay. I c-can't disobey. You said so. In his eyes I see my eyes wide in fear. Did you fuck him like the little slut you are. Charlie barks out laughing. You deny me but give it to him you slut. Suddenly his hands jerked my shirt off and pushed me against the wall. Please. I cried. I didn't do it with him. I swear. Lier! He screams.
He couldn't take my pants off because I was standing. Take them off. He ordered. Taking a step back from me. In that split second I darted around him and up the stairs. I could hear his slow menacing footsteps outside my door when I locked it. He was enjoying the cat and mouse game. There was a loud bang on my door before it flew open. Charlie had an easy smile on his face and he told me to undress. From behind his back he pulled out a belt and a gag. This time he walked up to me and gagged me. I screamed as loud as I could when the belt whipped across my back. Undress. He ordered. I did as he said but it didn't stop him from beating me. Not before he was ready to have me in bed.*
I screamed as I felt the belt snap across my back. I looked up and Charlie was walking towards me. How did he get here?
I screamed again grabbing my hair and covering my ears.
Why was this happening? Did Carlisle finally tell Charlie he had to come get me? I wouldn't get out of this one alive.
How did he get here? I couldn't figure it out. He walked up to me with a menacing smile on his face.