You guys, this chapter was really hard to write. It makes me so angry, so fair warning in advance. Nothing explicit, just disturbing.

All of you are so amazing. I'm hitting my 'this is usually where stop' point but because of all of your continued encouragement I've stayed right on track! Thing are crazy at my house, we're getting ready to make a big move and this is my escape and way to decompress! So thank you guys for your support, interest and love in this story! We still got lots of Edward and Bella goodness to come!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

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September 2007: Renee's House- Living Room

"You ready," Charlie asks handing me the DVD.

"Yep," I say grabbing the disk and pop it into the player.

We both sit on the couch and I grab the blanket by me to cover my legs. Battle Star Galatica is our nightly ritual, we watch at least one episode each night, sometimes two on the weekends. Renee hates it. Not sure if it's because it's SciFi or because she's weirdly jealous. Though I can't guess why. It's not as if they actually like each other. I mean, they're not even having sex.

According to Renee, "He only wants to do it doggy style or he can't get it up. It just makes me feel unwanted."

Though honestly, why she would want to have sex with him beats me, the guy is twelve years her senior and it's not as if he's the most attractive male around.

The bathroom door shuts and mom stands in the doorway of the living room.

"Bedtime is at 11, don't stay up too late," she snaps.

Yeah, I know. I'm not stupid.

"She knows Renee, go to bed," Charlie says waving her off.

Something flashes in her eyes as she looks at him then to me. God, she's annoying. She then turns on her heels and walks to her bedroom and closes the door loudly behind her.

"She always gets in a mood at night," Charlie grumbles.

"She's always in a mood regardless of the time of day," I mumble under my breath.

Charlie chuckles.

As the show plays, I stretch my neck from side to side. Volleyball is killing me. I really need to exercise more in the summer so I'm not dying when school starts. Fingers press on my shoulders and I nearly jump.

"Where does it hurt?" he asks.

"You know, shoulders, back especially my lower back," I say.

The doctor said I had minor scoliosis, and I should probably be wearing a back brace. Tried that and just no. Images of my fourteen year old self with that ridiculous back brace flood my brain. It was beyond embarrassing.

His fingers work into my muscle deep, and slowly I feel the muscles start relaxing. Suddenly, memories of Edward when we watched Gladiator come to mind. Charlie's hands go to the bottom of my shirt, raising it up slowly as he continues working his fingers against my skin. A shiver goes down my spine. My heart starts to speed up. My body is responding. My brain feels fuzzy, but the panic is setting in. This is, I don't, something isn't right.

I swallow as I feel his fingers unclasp my bra- like he's done countless times.

"I don't want this digging into your skin while I'm rubbing your back," he says- like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

I flush in embarrassment. Jesus Bella, what the hell is wrong with you! He's not actually trying to do anything, you're just overreacting like you always do!

But the more attention he gives my back, the more my stomach rolls. I'm confused, turned on and feel sick.

Calm down for fucks sake.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I say and slowly get up, pulling my shirt down, careful not to act weird.

He nods and pauses the show as I make my way to the bathroom.

As soon as I shut the door, I stumble to the toilet and empty the contents of my stomach.

My hands are shaking, my skin is breaking out in cold sweats, and I can't breathe.

You have to calm down Bella. Just breathe, you're freaking yourself out. There's nothing going on.

But everything that has transpired between Edward and I have given me a baseline. I can't help but compare the two together. Suddenly self disgust wells up inside of me.

Jesus Christ Bella, just how fucked up are you? He's your stepdad! He would never think of you like that!

The bathroom door creaks open, Leah sticks her head in.

"You should be in bed," I say, my voice scratchy.

Leah rubs her eyes but comes in and closes the door behind her.

"You sick?" she asks.

In more ways than you could possibly know.

"I'm fine, just something didn't settle well," I say.

Leah sits down beside me in front of the toilet.

"You and Daddy are weird," she whispers.

I bark out a laugh.

"Oh really? How so," I ask.

She shrugs. "You just do stuff like my mom and her boyfriend did."

I have the urge to vomit again.

"We just watch stuff, nothing weird about that," I say back.

She gets up and reaches for the door handle.

"Whatever, I'm going back to bed," she says and leaves.

I vomit again.

Just a quick note, if you ever feel uncomfortable, don't hesitate to tell someone. The most important thing I've learned in my life, if something feels wrong, feels off, or makes you feel weird with a family member, it's probably NOT you. There's nothing scarier in the world than to speak up especially if you're confused, but being silent solves nothing. So please, if any of you are currently dealing with this, please, PLEASE tell someone. Don't suffer alone.

Note aside, I hope you guys enjoyed (as much as you can about this topic) this chapter. Please let me know what you guys think!