AN: Thank you to everyone who reviewed this is for you. I made some revisions to the Prologue. Here is chapter 1, I hope you enjoy it.

I own nothing the characters that you recognize belong to S.M.

Warning this story deals with abuse and is rated M.

~Chapter 1~

Edward POV- Three weeks and two days later. June 11, 2010-

I opened my eyes, blinking a few times at the bright light that greeted me. Looking around I noticed that I was in a white room; I was alone except for a man that was asleep in a chair his head on my bed one hand resting on mine. Something was familiar about this man I just wasn't sure what. I couldn't even remember where I was or how I got here.

Slowly my mind drifted back to sleep…

I was trying to sleep in the dark and cold basement. I cringed as the door was pulled open and He yelled at me to get up there. I didn't want to go to him. I was tiered of getting hurt, some days I just wished to die. No one would miss me. My own mother says that I'm unlovable and that no one would ever want me. Trying to ignore the pain I made my way up the basement stairs. I barely made it through the door before I was being pushed down and being kicked. He had on his work boots and as they collided with my bare already black and blue body I just laid there. This was my life and there was nothing I could do to change it. My mother stood off to the side laughing as I yelled in pain. They were both drunk I could tell by the awful smell of whiskey that filled the air. I was dragged to a room. This room was set up to look like mine. It had books, games, a soft bed, clothes, everything. The bed had four posts; the sheet on it was stained with blood and other dirt and grime. I couldn't help the fear that rose as Phil yelled at me to get on the bed, he was already undressing. Bile rose from my stomach as I climbed onto the bed. Elizabeth pulled one of my arms to stretch to one corner of bed, using a damp rope she tied it to my wrist and then the bed. She then walked around to the other side and did the same to my other arm. I knew better than to struggle. This had been going on since I was nine. Phil tied my ankles also with a damp rope. I knew what would come next, as Phil climbed onto the bed. I closed my eyes wishing to be anywhere but here. His whiskey breath washed over my face as he leaned into me speaking into my ear. "This is going to be fun boy…" and like that he plunged into me. He gave me no time to adjust as he began to move. My screams filled the air and Elizabeth sat there and watched it was obvious that she was turned on by this. I don't know how long this lasted as I tried to detach from my body. I opened my eyes when I noticed Phil had moved. They were both standing one on each side of me. The smell of smoke filled the air as they lit the ropes attached to my wrists and my ankles. The last thing I remember from that house was the fire alarm going off as flames attempted to consume me. My last thought was at least they are drunk enough to have forgotten to turn off the fire alarm...

I woke up to voices, but didn't even dare to open my eyes.

"Carlisle" a woman's voice was saying. "You need a good nights sleep, please love. We're all worried about him. But we're also worried about you. You've been sleeping in that chair for over three weeks."

Carlisle that was the man's name, could this be my father Carlisle? If so how did he get here and who is the woman talking to him?

"Esme dear, I'm sorry I can't. He's needed me all these years and I wasn't there. I should have known something was wrong." The man's voice cracked as if he was on the verge of crying. I must have moved because suddenly their conversation ended and the man addressed me. "Edward, can you hear me?"

I figured I needed to open my eyes now and answer. I didn't want to get into any more trouble. I opened my eyes, I slowly scanned the room there sat the man Carlisle, my real father. He looked worried as he waited for me to speak. The woman Esme, I think he called her was beautiful and had tears rolling down her face.

I looked at him slightly surprised to see emerald green eyes that matched my own staring at me. Only he had tears threatening to roll over and fall down his face.

"Um, yeah… yes I can, um… I can hear you, sir." My voice was hoarse as if I hadn't used it in forever. I was thankful as the woman handed me a cup of water.

"Edward I know you've been through a lot but there is a police woman here that needs to talk to you. Do you think you can talk to her?" his voice was gentle and he talked as if I was going to freak out.

"I'm… um what… what would she um… what would I have to say?" Why was I being so stupid? I was 16 years old and was practically a high school graduate.

Finally after an hour of discussion I agreed to meet with this woman. I felt like crawling out of my skin as I waited for her to come into the room and ask the questions she needs to ask. I took the time to look down at the bandages that were wrapped around my wrists. I could see partially healed scars on my arms. There was a machine that had something clear and was attached to my left arm.

A knock on my door interrupted my inspection.

Sighing and taking a big breath…

"Come in." I yelled. The door handle churned and the door slowly opened.

"Hello, Mr. Cullen I'm Casey Jane. I'm here to ask you a few questions if I ask anything you don't feel comfortable with please let me know." She pulled out a pad of paper and a pen and took a seat.

"OK so Mr. Cullen when was the first time Phil and Elizabeth Masen hit you?"

So here it was time for truth I guess?

AN: Well let me know what you think…