First of all, I'm really excited about this chapter! I think it's been coming for quite some time. We still have quite a ways to go before we get to the ending, but I feel we're at the meat of the story now. All the setup has officially been set in place. So major E & B from now on!

I really hope you guys enjoy this one!

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DEC 2007: Renee's House

"I hate cleaning our room," Leah whines as we sit between the mountain of crap piling up between the two of us.

I reach for the books and start sorting them into piles.

"Yeah, I know it sucks, but the sooner we get this done the sooner it'll be over," I say.

Leah snickers under her breath.

"Seth never has to clean his room," she says and I laugh.

"That's because Seth is OCD and never gets him room like this to begin with," I say.

Maybe you should take a lesson from him, you're so unorganized it's embarrassing.

"Seth is just weird," Leah says with a sneer.

The two of them never really got along.

"Cut him some slack Leah, the boy is practically blind," I say as we continue sorting.

Our door swings open, and Leah and I jump as it bangs off the wall. Our mother stands, eyes narrow as she stares at Leah.

Shit.

"I told you to do the puppy paper this morning, before starting on your room," she says her voice tight.

Leah's eyes flash in anger.

She hates nothing more than cleaning up the soiled mess of our mom's two toy breed dogs.

"I didn't ask for them, why should I have to do it. They're your dogs, you should clean up their gross paper," she says.

Oh shit.

"Leah," I hiss under my breath.

If she just would have told me, I would have helped her.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand, Renee's silence stretches on and my heart beats out of control, thundering as if it's going to beat right out of my chest. Leah's eyes are equally as narrow, her impatience and anger towards our mother is blinding.

I don't blame you.

"That's it," my mother hisses.

Suddenly she's across the room, grabs Leah by the arm and yanks her to a standing position. Leah cries out and I'm on my feet in a second.

My mother rarely got physical, aside from a backhand or two, but she's been on edge lately, everything setting her off. I don't know what she's going to do. Cold dread seeps into my veins as she roughly pulls Leah out of the room and out of the house towards the car.

Leah screams and fights against her, but it's useless, she's only eight years old and even though my mother is small, she's still stronger.

"Mom," I yell as I race after them. "Stop!"

Seth swings his door open, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"Stay there," I demand pointing at him before running out the front door.

Mom drags Leah to one of our cars and literally slams her back into one of them.

"You're crazy!" Leah screams. "Get off of me!"

Every wire in my body comes to life, adrenaline surges through me.

God, if we only lived in an actually neighborhood, and not the freaking woods.

"Mom, stop!" I scream.

My mother slaps Leah across the face and Leah kicks at her shins.

"I hate you! I hate you!" She screams.

My mother slams Leah back against the car, her eyes are wild, frenzied.

This is not my mother.

I'm on her in two seconds, my hands grab at her arms trying to pry her off my sister. Leah's kicking and screaming.

"Mom you have to stop, please," I yell at her. She ignores me, as if I'm not even here.

"You selfish, spoiled brat," my mother shrieks trying to fight against my hold. "I take you in, take care of you, and you're so disrespectful," she continues still not letting Leah go.

"I hate you!" Leah continues to scream. "I hate you and I wish you'd never adopted me!"

My mother elbows me in the stomach and slaps Leah again.

I grab her again.

"Mom, you have to stop," I yell as my nails dig into her arms.

My stomach hurts like a bitch, the wind being knocked out of me. I feel like I'm going to be sick. Seth stands at the door, wringing his hands.

He's scared.

Edward's words, like a whisper wash over me.

"There's something wrong with her."

I snap.

I shove her roughly into Leah, breaking her hold as Leah scrambles out from underneath her. Leah stumbles, coughing and sobbing as she backs away from us.

"Listen up you crazy bitch," I hiss as push her face forward against the car. "If you ever touch her again, I'll call the police on your crazy ass," I say pushing against her harder. "Do we have an understanding."

She fights against me.

"She-"

My body roughly slams against her.

"Do we have an understanding," I yell.

She goes slack against me.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice broken, crying.

Anger wells up inside of me.

I hate her.

"Stop crying Mother," I sneer. "It's annoying."

I give her one final shove for good measure before turning to Leah.

"Get in the car," I say and she scrambles to the passenger side door. "Lock the door. Seth," I yell, "grab my purse off table and get in the car," I say but he stands there wide eyed staring at our mother crouched on the ground sobbing.

"But, shouldn't we-"

"Just get my damn purse and get in the car Seth," I yell.

He quickly runs back in and out. His foot trips on the step and he nearly falls.

Shit. I should've have just done it myself.

Guilt slams into me, but I'm too angry to pay it more attention than necessary.

I get Seth into the car and hop into the driver's seat.

"Where are we going," Seth asks.

My fingers curl around the wheel.

"To dad's office," I say.

We get there in 30 minutes, Leah's out of the car running into the office. I take a breath and get out before heading inside.

Charlie is looking at Leah's face with a stormy expression.

"What happened," he asks me.

Leah sobs into his chest.

"She went crazy, she got angry at Leah and went completely insane," I finish. "I need air," I announce before turning and going back to the car.

I grab my phone, my finger hovers over his name.

Just call him.

They keep track of who I talk to, which is why I told Edward not to call me. I don't want them getting suspicious. But right now I don't care. I'm upset, angry and feel like I'm going to explode. I want to destroy anything and everything in my path.

It only rings twice.

"Bella," Edward breathes. "What's wrong."

What isn't wrong?

My whole fucking life is wrong.

"My mother's insane," I say my voice is calm, tight.

It doesn't sound right.

Edward breathes into the phone.

"Just calm down and tell me what happened," he says.

My mouth opens, ready to admit everything that just happened.

He'll tell my dad, and then what? Seth and Leah go back into the foster system?

I scream out in frustration.

"Bella, Baby, please," he pleads with me.

I can't tell him.

And God, I already feel the self loathing spreading through my veins for what I'm about to do.

Because I can't just not do anything either.

I've hit my limit.

"I need to move to dad's, I can't be here anymore," I say.

He's silent.

Fuck. Please don't tell me not to.

"Where are you," he says. His voice is tight, demanding.

"Charlie's office, why?" I ask.

What difference does that make?

"Don't leave, I'm coming." He says and the lines goes dead.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

Oh damn! Bella's finally had enough! To be honest, my heart broke for Bella. So I, as the writer, had enough for Bella. She practically screamed at me to stop being so mean to her. Anyways, this chapter was not supposed to happen, but it just felt right. Sometimes you have to just go with the flow.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this one. Next chapter will be intense. Please let me know what you think!