Whatsup?? I've decided to tone this one down a bit, since my friends all started getting worried after the last chapter. Just as a warning, in the near future, there might be a suicidal scene... I've forgotten to add a disclaimer the last few chapters, so here it is: I own none of Twilight. Stephanie Meyer does.

We rode back in silence, my glaring out into the rain that was pelting the wind shield.

When he pulled up in front of my house, to my dismay, he didn't unlock the doors. Great. He was planning on lecturing me again.

"Please, Bella..." he said, and looked at me with pleading eyes. For a minute I lost my train of thought.

"What?"

"What happened to your back?" He breathed, and leaned in closer. Holy crow, his breath smelled good! Maybe I should tell him. Wait, what? Am I becoming as stupid as him?

I glared. "I fell on top of a silver engraver."

"Hmm... that's creative, but you need to make it more believable."

"Whatever."

He unlocked the doors, and stepped out, and around to my side. Opening the door, he held out his hand. I didn't take it, instead I walked away without even bothering to say goodbye.

I rammed open the front door, and stalked inside. When I walked in, I froze. Standing in the middle of the kitchen was Charlie, giving me his signature death glare.

"You've been eating, haven't you?" He growled.

"No, Charlie, I would never..." I lied desperately.

"YOU LYING LITTLE SLUT!" He yelled, and struck my face. I winced, but stood my ground. If I ran, the punishment would be worse. My mother had taught me that in her dying moments.

He pushed me down, and I felt his combat boot strike my side.

"Do you want me to hit you again?" He questioned menacingly.

I shook my head. "No."

"No, what?"

"No, sir."

"I am usually generous, and give you one meal a day, more than you deserve." He stated, talking to me like I was a small child. "But stealing food is a very bad crime. No food at all for a week." He turned around and stomped upstairs.

I felt like crying, though not a tear escaped my eyes. One week of no food at all. I used to have emergency money for times like these, but I had used it all up on his last starvation sentence. I didn't know how I was going to survive this time.

I cooked Charlie's dinner in silence. Thankfully, he didn't seem to think anything was wrong with it, so I went up to my room and lay down on my blood spattered mattress.

I waited until I heard Charlie turn the tv on, and went downstairs to clean the dishes.

Once they were done, I went upstairs and collapsed on my bed, falling fast asleep in minutes.

No flames because of the shorter chapter please!! I'm trying to make them longer. It will take a bit longer for me to update now, because I have to type it. The current chapters were on my email account, because this was originally for my friends, so I have to actually think about it now. ;0) Thanks for your support!! You're the best!! Hands out cyber cookies