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The song featured at the beginning of this chapter is Don't Forget by Demi Lovato. I know, I know. She's associated with Camp Rock/Jonas Brothers, blah blah. And I hate them, don't get me wrong. But I LOVE the song. Youtube it. I think you'll like it. :) Hope you guys don't think any less of me because of that. xD But I'm not ashamed of it.

Oh, and for my reading of Dismantle and Repair; fear not, I should be updating soon. I've been doing some plot lines for the next chapter. It's important I don't go wrong. You'll see why.

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Did you forget, that I was even alive?

Did you forget, everything we ever had?

Did you forget, did you forget about me?

"Hey, Bella! What do you say about coming home with me, Edward and Emmett for the holidays? Our parents know what a rough time you've been through and they honestly wouldn't mind!" Alice said, sitting next to me on my bed.

I looked at Edward. He was scarcely paying attention to me these days, but I knew that he was listening.

"I can't, Alice. Holidays are a family thing. I think I'm just going to stay here for the holidays this year."

"All by yourself?"

"Alice, I just want to be alone. I've never really been big on the holidays, anyway. You'll have lots of fun without me, don't worry." I smiled reassuringly.

"But, Bella -"

"No, Alice. I don't want to go. And that's the end of it."

Did you regret, every standing by my side?

Did you forget, we were feeling inside?

No one left to forget about us.

"Eddie!" I winced at the known nickname girls had used for Edward.

"Hey, babe. What's up?"

"Nothing. I just missed my little Eddie poo!"

I dry gagged at the lovey dovey sounds that Edward and his latest girlfriend Irina were making.

He was back to his old games, one girlfriend a week.

Only this time, he was only dating girls with dark hair. Weird.

It didn't matter. Edward was dating all these other amazing girls, and he had clearly forgotten all about me.

But somewhere we went wrong.

We were once so strong.

Our love is like a song.

You can't forget it.

But obviously he had.


Bruises. Fear. Pain. Loneliness.

That was all that I had felt when I felt my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness.

I was back in my cage again, the bars stopping me from going anywhere.

I tried to sit up, but that only caused more pain. I groaned out too loud and covered my mouth with hands, screaming into it.

I hoped that my mother hadn't heard me. If she did, I was in trouble.

Looking around the room, I saw it was darker than usual, so it must've been nighttime.

I slowly removed my hands from my mouth, trusting myself enough to be quiet this time.

I felt wetness around my fingers, I could smell it and see it from the darkness.

Blood. I knew that I was covered in it, the stickiness on my body under the sweat told me that.

I propped myself up on my elbows, ignoring the stinging and looking down on my body, trying to see how bad the damage was.

I saw gashes of blood everywhere along my body. My stomach, hips, legs. Everywhere.
They stung like shit, but it wasn't something that I should dwell on. Knowing my luck, there was likely to be even more pain later.

I slowly brought my head back onto the ground, trying not to remember what happened. Trying to get back to sleep, hoping that good dreams would prevail tonight.

"Wake up! Wake up!" I felt someone kicking the cuts on my back.

"I said wake up, bitch!" Oh, how could I forget that voice? The voice that taunted my very existence.

Slowly, I opened my eyes to see Renee standing above me with a look on her face that clearly showed that she was pissed.

"You smell. You're going to take a shower."

I smiled at the thought of a nice hot shower. It felt like years since I had stepped under hot water.

She saw me smile, and I instantly regretted it. Somehow I knew that me having a cool shower was going to be the last thing on her mind.

Wordlessly, she grabbed my hair in a tight fist and started forcing me up the stairs with her.

I kept tripping and swaying back and forth, due to the fact that it felt like my entire body had been ripped to pieces.

Renee knew this, of course, but she honestly didn't care. She just kept dragging me up the stairs.

We got as far as the kitchen, where the table and chairs had been removed.

They were only for decoration to make me believe her lies when I first got here, I assumed.

Next thing I knew, she let go of my hair and threw me on the floor, making me spin and land against the bottom of the kitchen cupboards.

She didn't seem to care and walked carelessly to the sink, grabbing a water hose.

Oh no, I thought. Not again.

She had done this to me before when I was younger. Made me stand in the middle of the kitchen and washed my body by hosing me down.

It was a humiliating experience, to say the least.

She grabbed my legs and pushed me to the middle of the kitchen. Then, began hosing my down.

I hissed internally as the ice cold water hit my stomach.

It was intentional, I'm sure, but I was just glad that it wasn't hot water this time.

She stared at my body wordlessly as she 'washed' me. Over my stomach, my hips and my legs.

When the water hit my breasts, I got goosebumps all over my body. Which, of course, just made her laugh.

I thought she was done, but then I saw her kneel down to my legs, push them apart. And then brought the hose to my most private area.

I felt sick to my stomach, violated almost. But unfortunately, there was nothing I could do but just wait it out.

"There. All done." She said, turning the hose off and smiling brightly. Like this was a game to her.

"Stay put." She commanded and left the room. Leaving me standing there; cold, naked and humiliated.

She came back momentarily, holding a piece of white fabric in her arms.

"Arms up." She said and I complied.

She slipped the white fabric over my head and into my arms and let it hang down my body.

It appeared to be a see through nightgown. It met my knees and the sleeves met my elbows.

It made me feel more naked than I was when I wasn't wearing it.

"Now, you're going to cook breakfast for your father and I. If you don't do it correctly, you will be punished. Is that clear?"

I nodded silently, afraid that if I tried to speak – a whimper would come out.

I proceeded to make a fry-up; bacon, eggs, sausages. The whole package.

I thought I was doing well, until I was putting one of the eggs on the plate and it fell on the ground.

It was slippery underneath my grasp and took a few seconds to catch it and throw it in the bin.

That was when it happened. All hell broke lose.

"What is that burning that I smell?" I heard my so-called mother scream throughout the house.

Shit! I chastised myself for being to careless about the sausages. They were burning!

I had the sausages in a paper towel, about to dump them in bin. And then I turned around.

There was Renee looking at me, not so pleased, and there was Charlie behind her back. He didn't look very pleased either. He actually looked more so angry than Renee.

"What did I tell you about not cooking the breakfast correctly?" She scolded.

"I'm.. sorry. It was just the eggs slipped out of my grasp and I forgot to check on the sausages. But, I-"

"Excuses, excuses, excuses. That's all we ever hear from you, Isabella. You're a disgrace the Swan name." Charlie growled.

"Now, I'm going to do to you what I should have done years ago." He said threateningly, grabbing my throat in one quick move and pulling me back down to the basement.

"No, please! Please, don't!" I choked out, begging, struggling against his grasp.

"Stop begging, you miserable bitch. Have I taught you nothing?" He said and threw me on the ground.

"You always said that you wouldn't hurt me. Not like her." I whispered.

"I don't know why you give your mother and I so much trouble. She's done nothing wrong to you."

"Nothing wrong? Nothing wrong! Have you not seen the scars and bruises she gave me? Did you not hear me screaming in pain last night?!" I screamed, disbelieving it.

"You, you, you. You think it's always about you. You deserved it and you know it. You have to learn that the world does not revolve around Isabella Swan."

He unbuckled his belt and I knew what I was in for. One hundred beatings.

"Yes, you know what's coming, don't you? Well, that won't be all, child. The next two weeks you will be here for, they're going to be the worst of your life." He said menacingly.

I was about to retaliate, but his fist collided with my face. I fell to the ground.

This was going to be a long night. And as for the two weeks? No words could describe how badly I wished I had gone with the Cullen's.