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Sorry it has been so long!

I was trying to make the chapters longer but I didn't succeed.

I didn't get a chance to read over this, so I hope it's good. I was in a hurry to get it out since I've made you all wait so long.

Enjoy

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BPOV

I slammed the door shut behind me. Although I knew I wasn't in any immediate danger, I was certain that if I had stayed watching, would've hurt me just as bad, if not worse than he did to his son.

I locked the front door and bolted up the stairs to my room. I sat on my bed, feeling antsy. Was Mr. Masen still hurting Edward? Would he get even more violent? Bring out a knife or some other kind of weapon? Hesitantly I walked to my window and peaked out the curtains. The curtains on the Masen house were open and I could see Edward glaring at the door. He huffed and ran his hands through his messy hair.

I thought about opening my window and tossing something at his to get his attention, but decided he didn't need me meddling in his business.

I closed the curtains and tried to get some of my French homework done.

"'Je n'ai pas un frere ou une soeur.'" I mumbled as I wrote. My life is obviously not usually interesting.

My name is Isabella Swan. I'm a seventeen year old junior at Forks High. I moved here to Forks when my mom decided to cougar around with some guy named Phil. See? Not at all interesting.

I awoke the next morning and got ready to go back to the purgatory that is FHS.

I locked the front door before turning to start my walk to school. My dad, Charlie, was already at work so I was the only home. Well, not the only one considering Edward Masen Sr. was leaning against the side of my house.

I'm sure I looked like a deer in headlights as I tried to inconspicuously move a few steps back. "C-can I help you, Mr. Masen?" I stuttered.

His eyes narrowed as he pushed off the wall and walked toward me. "Bella, is it? What you saw yesterday was a one-time thing. I was simply punishing my son. Nothing to worry over. Nothing to tell anyone about."

"It didn't look like nothing." I muttered.

"What was that?" he growled.

"I...I was just," I stumbled over my words, wishing life worked like those stupid "Chew it over with a Twix" commercials, "wondering what he did to deserve you treating him so harshly?"

"Nothing you should concern yourself with. He's not worth worrying about, Isabel."

"Isabell-A." I corrected.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes, "Like it matters." I almost laughed at how much he sounded like the bitch from my school, Lauren Mallory. "But anyways, Lizabella, if you tell anyone, there will be consequences."

"Okay, now you're just doing it on purpose, asshole." I blurted out before remember what the man in front of me was capable of.

"I'd advise you to watch your mouth, you little bitch. Just because your daddy's a cop doesn't mean anything." he snarled before storming toward his Mercedes and climbed in. I stood frozen as he drove off.

I saw movement in one of the windows of the Masen house and when I looked up, I saw the exquisite green eyes of Edward Jr.

He looked forlorn as he pressed his hand to the glass of the window and mouthed "I'm sorry."

I shook my head and smiled, "Not your fault." He returned my grin and waved his hand, as if shooing me. I grimaced, a bit hurt that he was sending me away, when he mouthed "Late."

I glanced at my watch and saw that I was already ten minutes late for English. I mouthed a quick "Thank you!" before running full speed ahead (well, as fast as I can run without falling on my face) toward Forks High.

School was mind-blowingly uneventful. But then again, I couldn't keep my mind off of Edward for long, so something might have happened and it just slipped under my radar.

When I turned the corner down my neighborhood I slowed my walk as always, although this time I already had my keys out. They would at least be enough to defend myself if Mr. Masen decided to make a reappearance.

I glanced up at the window of what I assumed was Edward's bedroom. Our eyes locked and a smile slid across his face. He waved and I returned the gesture quickly.

I was about to mouth some words to him like this morning when I saw a shadow creeping up behind him. I pointed frantically, hoping my expression conveyed my panic. It didn't and before I could blink, Edward's pretty bronze hair was being used to yank him away from the window. I screeched, scared for the boy I'd never even actually met.

Edward rushed back to the window, apparently having gotten the upper hand, and pushed it open. "GO!" he shouted at me pointing toward my house, "Lock all of your doors!" he yelled before Mr. Masen was grabbing him from behind.

"I'll get help!" I replied.

"No!" He said urgently through his grunts as he attempted to fight off his father, "Please don't just go inside and be safe." he panted.

"But-"

"GO!" he roared and with that I rushed toward my house.

I locked all three of the locks on our front door before rushing to lock our back door and all our windows.

I slumped on our living room couch, trying to calm my heart rate. I took deep breaths, thinking back over what just happened. I was about to take out my phone when three loud bangs echoed through my house.

"Open the fucking door!" Mr. Masen's voice boomed.

"Go away!" I yelled through the door.

"Open the door or I'll break it down!" he growled, still banging relentlessly on the door.

"I'll call the cops!" I threatened.

"You wouldn't dare."

I smiled, having found the chink in his armor. "Try me."

He chuckled, "No, no. I'm not doubting you. I'm saying that if you do, Edward's daily beatings will get a lot worse. I go easy on him now, all things considered. I could be hurting him with things that could do more permanent damage. Do you want that, Bella?"

I frowned, "Why would you do that? And to your own son!"

"I have nothing without my wife." Mr. Masen stated, "And the little fucker is the reason my Lizzy is dead!" I must admit, that frightened me a bit. Had Edward killed his own mother?

"So why not kill yourself," I suggested, feeling guilty. Would Edward really rather have both of his parents dead than be subjected to the pain of having an abusive father? I'd like to think he would. "instead of hurting Edward?"

He laughed humorlessly, "That would hardly be proper revenge." he said, "Lizzy would be very disappointed with me."

I frowned, "Fine. I won't call the cops...just don't hurt Edward. Please." I pleaded.

He twisted the doorknob, "Why do you care? You've never even met him."

"No one deserves to be hurt like that." I said.

"He killed my wife!" He thundered, "He deserves every blow I deliver!"

I swallowed hard. He killed his mother. What have I gotten myself into?

Next chapter should be up around the second or third week of March (hopefully!)

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