Chapter ?, I can't remember. Sry!

BPOV

"Bella, get your ass down here!" Charlie bellowed from downstairs. I immediately shot up, looking around with wide eyes.

When I went to do as Charlie had said, I screamed in pain. I couldn't move! God, if you're really there please give me strength to get through today. I prayed.

"Bella!" Charlie screamed. I trembled with fear; I could hear the anger in his voice. Just thinking of what he'd do to me if I made him mad, I almost curled back into a ball on my bed. (I can't remember if I said she had a bed or not. If I said she didn't then imagine, a pile of boxes 1 pillow, and a small blanket meant for babies. That is the bed she is talking about. K?) But I knew if I did that I would get worse than what was waiting for me down those terrible steps.

I forced myself to get out of my-so-called bed. With every move I was gasping in pain, and when I tried to walk, I almost passed out. My encased ankle was throbbing like my heart, while my cast-free ankle was screaming with the agony of just standing.

I slowly forced myself to walk forward. Groaning with every move, wondering why I can't have one day where I wouldn't get anything more than a slap. Those are the days I live and pray for. I was almost to the steps when it happened.

"Isabella Marie Swan! You little bitch! I told you to get down here but I guess I will just come on up and drag you down these bloody stairs." My heart started pounding, going so crazy, it felt as if it was going to jump out of my chest. Then I heard Charlie stomping up the stairs like a cow, which he was.

When he saw me on the steps just standing there grimacing in pain he smiled and said, "since you look horrible and those new bruises won't go away for another couple of days, you're staying home for now, but first I figure I might as well give you a good morning beating. I no longer have to hold back with you not going to be in school for a while and all." He then chuckled; he had walked around me so he was behind me. I felt him lean in and then his hot breath was on my neck, "This will be fun for me and painful for you." He gave me a small shove, and I went flying down the steps.

I rolled down them hitting every bruise I have ever had, knocking my head on the railing, screaming when my un-encased ankle got bent back. I managed to hit every possible step on my ankles. I screamed over and over again, as I plunged down into the depths of all the pain, all of the years, Charlie had put me through.

Flash back (Bella is 5)



Daddy was doing something wrong; he was doing something very wrong. My class and I had talked about abuse today, and good touches and bad touches. Daddy was touching me in a bad way.

At school we were taught never to hit, push, shove, or kick, but at my home I was hit, pushed, shoved, and kicked. He never touched my private parts but he always hit and kicked me when he isn't supposed to.

"Daddy, stop! You're doing something very bad! You're not allowed to touch my body unless I let you! And I didn't let you!" I screamed at him. It was my body!

"Is that what they are teaching you at school? Well they are lying; I can touch you how ever I want, whenever I want. I helped make you, I pay for your food, and clothes, and I own you! Do you understand?" He screamed back, then continued hitting me, even harder.

End flash back

That was when I figured out that what happened to me at home was wrong. But unlike what all of the people who talk to us about it said, 'you don't have t0 keep bad secrets.' But in reality you do, because if you tell your bad secret then what ever the secret was will just get worse and worse.

Charlie's blows landed on me with more force causing more and more pain. He was screaming things to me, but I was in too much pain to try to figure out what he was saying. Blows landed on top of blows.

Then I told myself, never again will I ever go to the hospital! The blows didn't stop, keeping me from the release I wanted so dearly, unconsciousness.

Another short one, but I had to hurry and write this one. Sorry! I'm really trying to get at least one chapter out every Saturday. So, ya. Vote in my poll, it will tell me the order in which I update. So ya. If you want me to update one of my stories more then go and vote for it! Thanks again.
Sophie-lA