Author's note:

Okay so this is my second story.

I hope you guys like it. I will try to update every day this month. But next month school starts so I will only update every couple days.

If you like this story, please review because if I don't get reviews then I will stop writing this.

I also am looking for a beta for this story, so if you're interested message me.

Disclaimer:

I do not own any of the publically recognized characters or places. The only thing that I created was how the plot and the story fit together.

Need to know:

This story will be in Bella's point of view unless there is a heading that tells you otherwise. Example EPOV (Edward's point of view), EmPOV (Emmett's point of view) ect.

Chapter one:

My name is Isabella Swan. I hate when people call me by my full name so I just go by Bella. My mom died a year ago, when I was 13 and Emmett was 17. I have an older brother, Emmett Swan. He is very protective of me and has never done anything to hurt me. I live with my father, Charlie and Emmett. Emmett is very strong; he gets that from my dad, who is also very strong.

After my mom died, my dad became depressed. A few months after he started drinking and took out him anger out on me. He started beating me, and recently started raping me. Emmett knew this was happening. He comforted me. He never went after Charlie because it was too even of a fight.

Tonight Emmett was out with his friends, enjoying the day before his 18th birthday, and Charlie was at home drunk. I was sitting in my room reading withering heights, my favorite book.

I was deep into my book when Charlie came barging into my room. I set my book down so he wouldn't ruin it by throwing it across the room. He grabbed my hair, forcing me to stand up. I tried not to yelp in pain because I knew it only made him want to hurt me even more.

Once I was standing up, he slapped me across the face really hard. It was going to leave a bruise. I cringed, but didn't fall to the floor.

"Get on the bed!" He commanded. Shit. I knew what he was going to do. He was going to rape me, just like he did all those other nights that Emmett wasn't home.

I followed his commanded and laid on the bed. "Take off your clothes." I reluctantly took them off knowing it was just going to be ten times worse if I didn't.

"You're such a whore. I bet you take off your clothes when anybody asks you to. But you can't be doing that anymore, because you are mine, all mine." Charlie said in an evil voice. I just sat there quietly.

He started to remove his pants. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as he came and hovered over me. He then slammed his lips on mine forcing them apart. He sticks his tongue in my mouth and began to explore it. His hands trailed down my body and his lips did too, leaving a trail of saliva where his tongue licked over my body. His hands reached my inner thighs and spread them apart. He placed his mouth on my pussy and began to lick my folds. I moaned, but not in pleasure, but in fear and pain.

He then backed away and started beating my body. He brought out some scary looking whips and started whipping me. The whips never broke skin but they did leave bruises. By now I was screaming in pain and sobbing.

When he stopped whipping me he looked over me and came back over to stand my me. His hands started caressing my naked body leaving no area untouched. He then, shoved his dick into my pussy. He put his full length into me and started making long fast thrusts. I glanced over at the clock it said 12:37. I wish Emmett would come home.

Charlie continued to rape me for the next few hours. When the clock said 3:01, Charlie heard the front door open. He quickly got dressed and told me to do the same. I got dressed and went to sit in to corner of my room while my dad went downstairs.

I quickly fell asleep in the corner until I felt strong arms lifting me up and setting me on my bed. I opened my eyes to see Emmett standing over me. He never asked what happened anymore, because both me and him know that neither of us wants to hear me talk about it. He kissed me on the forehead and left for his room.

This was unusual. He usually stays with me when I cry, telling me that everything was going to be okay. Why was he so distant? Well I guess I will ask him and would find out in the morning.

I woke up the next morning very sore. I went downstairs to get breakfast. Luckily Charlie had already left for work. He was the chief of police in the small town of Forks. When I got downstairs, it was still really early in the morning; the sun had just begun to rise. I looked out the window and saw Emmett loading up his jeep with a bunch of suitcases. What was he doing?

I ran outside and over to Emmett. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm leaving Bella. I can't stay here anymore. I don't want to be stuck here." He said not meeting the confused look I was giving him.

"You're leaving me?" I asked, tears were beginning to pour from my eyes.

He still refused to meet my gaze.

"Bye Bellsy." He said. There was so much pain in his voice.

"No Emmett." I said.

"I can't lose you. What am I supposed to do?" I asked between my sobs.

"You are going to finish high school, then go to college and start your life. I just need to get out of here."

"Emmett please. Don't leave me."

Emmett didn't answer. He got into his jeep and drove away.

Now I had no brother to protect me from Charlie. I had no brother to help me through the hard parts in life. My brother is gone and he is never coming back. I am never going to see him again. What am I going to do?