I don't own twilight but i came pretty close.

Soon after Charlie yelled, "I expect dinner in a hour!"

I whimpered, but I tried standing. My stomach already sick from the smell of blood did not help.
Nothing was broken at least.
I got up and painfully walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror shocked at what I saw.

My eyes were both nearly swollen shut.
Two big slashes went down my cheeks the blood already crusted and dried on.
My lips were swolen and bloody.
I didn't have the courage to look at the rest of my body so I got a washrag and gently wiped my face off.

"Bella you better get dinner started now!"

I headed slowly down the stairs to get dinner ready.
I decided to make something easy like spaghetti. I boiled the noodles and pored sauce into a bowl and microwaved it.

Charlie didn't say a word throughout dinner when he was finished eating he got up and went to watch T.V.
After I put the dishes away I walked upstairs to take a shower. T
he water stung when it hit my cuts but the warm water felt good on my back that was covered in bruises.

I stayed in the shower until I noticed the water ran cold.
I stood up and got out.
I got dressed in my favorite pair of sweats hoping the familiar fabric would comfort me and went to bed.

For the first time in weeks I didn't dream about him[if you don't no who him is it is Edward], but what I did dream about was nearly as bad.
I dreamed of Charlie beating me .
My mom, Phil, and my unknown sibling laughed as Charlie hit me.

I gasped awake, and there was a slight stinging on my cheek.
I looked up and Charlie was there looking down at me with anger and pure hatred glistening in his eyes.
He beat me again, but this time I knew to try and stay quiet for every whimper that escaped my swollen lips angered him more.
After about an hour he finally left.
I stayed awake the rest of the night afraid that I might start screaming and Charlie would come in again.

THREE MONTHS LATER

It was like that every day now.
I would come home and do what homework I had then Charlie would beat me for about two hours then demand dinner.
He was more careful about hitting my face so people at school wouldn't catch on to what he was doing.
Angela was my only friend now.
Mike Jessica and every body else gave up on me, but Angela stayed and tried to make me feel better.
I told her about Charlie, and she said she understood that her cousin had been beaten by his father, but she promised she wouldn' tell anybody since going to the police was a lost cause.
Today was different though.
When I got home all the lights were off except the kitchen.

"Charlie," i called out but there was no answer.
I walked into the kitchen .
Charlie was staring at me with a crazed look in his eye and walked torwards me.
I was confused until I saw the knife in his hand.
I cringed away from him but that only made him move quicker.
He raised the knife and aimed it at my chest.
I only prayed that it would be over quickly.
I closed my eyes and braced myself for the pain.
I heard Charlie scream and the knife was plunged into my side.
i screamed in pain and opened my eyes to see Victoria standing over my fathers dead body.

*cue screams*

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