Once he turned off the car he turned to me and said, "Did you tell? You little bitch?"
I franticly shook my head. "No! Charlie I didn't tell! I swear!" I told him, knowing he'd never believe me.
"You're a liar. I want you to get in that house, put the crutches, sling, and pain medications in the living room. And I want you to make dinner. I want it cooked perfectly, if I don't like it at all you'll be punished even worse. Do you understand me?" he bossed. I hurriedly got everything out and put it in the living room, then went straight into the kitchen. I had no idea when this meal had to be done. What if he only gave me five minutes? I needed to start working.
About half an hour, Charlie screamed, "Where the hell is my dinner!" I had just finished, luckily. I went to dish him up, my hands shaking. I was so scared. It seemed my entire body was shaking. I seemed to be taking too long for him and he just growled out, "Now! You little bitch!" I dished his portion up and walked unsteadily over to him. And at the last step the unthinkable happened.
I tripped over my cast, and my good ankle just rolled. There was a huge, pop! The 'p' popped. Then I felt it, the searing pain in my ankle. Worse than ever, worse than anything Charlie had done. The pain was excruciating. I screamed even though I knew better.
Charlie, not that I had noticed, was wearing his dinner thanks to me. His face was purple. He got up from his chair at the table and squatted down next to me, and whispered darkly, "you think that hurts wait 'till I'm done with you tonight! You'll feet real pain. What do you think?" I couldn't speak, nod or do anything but hold the ankle not held in a cast. After a minute of me not talking, he reached over and smacked the ankle I had been holding. I howled in pain, he then grabbed my chin with his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, and held on tight forcing me to look at him. "You will answer me! You will also look at me when I am talking to you! Do you understand, Isabella?!" he sneered as he said 'Isabella'.
He the proceeded to pick me up, and then make me walk over to the living room, where started my beating. He began by throwing a folding chair at me, then some of our good china. The chair, hit me in the head, causing me to fall over, then finished by landing on my now bad ankle, that was already worse enough. I screamed out in utter pain. I had never felt anything this bad. The Good China would hit my body, brake or shatter either on me, on the wall, or in the air because pieces collided with another one, then the shards would proceed to cut me all over, never missing. He even threw some straight at my ankle, when those hit I would scream. And I wondered how in all of these years, our neighbors had never heard me screaming bloody murder. Or had they, they were probably paid off by Charlie.
Suddenly I had a thought about my mother. I wondered if she had ever been treated like this by Charlie? If she had known this would happen, why would she have left me here? Why would Charlie lie about it? What really happened?
I continued to think of all of this as the beating I was receiving got worse and worse. Soon all I could think was. No screaming, he wants you to scream. No crying, he wants to see you cry. I thought those over and over again.
Finally he left to go finish his dinner. I knew I shouldn't get up until he went upstairs to sleep. So I just sat there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, feeling nothing. I knew it was very dangerous for me to be in this state of mind, feeling, and body, but I was like this every night what was one more?
About two hours, I would guess, later I was stuck trying to figure out how to move to my room. If I moved or tried to move either leg, pain would shoot up my legs. If I tried to move my arms, the pain was less than in my legs, but it was only by a little. I could hardly move, and I had to clean this mess up.
I then came up with the most wonderful idea. If I move and clean everything I would be up to late in the morning to get to school and I could skip, easily. So I got up, stood against the pain, lived against the pain, worked against the pain.
As I cleaned the mess up I started crying, It hurt so much. I wanted to scream but couldn't because it would wake Charlie up. Suddenly another song popped into my head. I already knew the music. The lyrics just fell straight into place. The song was about what would have happened if mom had taken me, or they could be about me living with Charlie, having kids, and still getting abused. Also the songs talks about what I'd be able to do if I ran away. The song just said, 'leave, and keep going'. I knew I would love 

it.
I started singing softly, then, so soft I could hardly hear.
"And she takes another step
Slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping
Pick up all the broken glass
And furniture on the floor
Been up half the night screaming
Now it's time to get away
Pack up the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write

Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through

And there are children to think of
Baby's asleep in the back seat
I wonder how they'll ever make it
Through this living nightmare
But the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys
And another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she'll have to go home

Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through

Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely highway in the black of night
But there is hope in the darkness
You know you're going to make it

Another ditch in the road
Keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast


Silent fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it"

I worked on it more as I cried from the pain. I know most of you would say that you can't walk on a broken ankle let alone when the other one is injured. Well fuck off! I do all of the time. I knew from the size of the swelling in my other ankle I wouldn't be in school for a while, a long while.
I now started to splint my foot. It wasn't feeling as bad anymore so I started to think it wasn't broken, probably just sprained it. I thought to myself, as I rapped my foot.
Finally after cleaning everything, I was able to drag myself up the steps and into my room, where I fell into a sleep, after silently crying all of my tears away, with the most wonderful dream ever. But soon it turned to a horrible nightmare. My dream was about Edward Cullen, and his family, Charlie went up against them alone, hoping to win the game for he wanted the prize, the prize was me.