Disclaimer: I don't own the copyright for twilight, Stephanie Meyer's does. (Whole Story)
This chapter is dedicated to pixie freak for being my ONLY reviewer!
Sorry it took so long…it's kind of hard for me to type this because a lot of what I'm writing has actually happened to me. I didn't make this up. This is actually MY story. Just with a bit more details.
Bella's POV:
Not long after David was born, my parent's marriage started falling apart. At first I didn't understand why, and then it became crystal clear. My father was abusive. One night my mother, Renée, was feeding David and I had really low blood sugar. For some reason my father, Charlie (the respected police chief), got really mad at me. I did what any frightened eight year old child would do. I ran. I ran as fast as I could but he caught up to me about half way up the stairs. He grabbed one of my arms and one of my legs and held me so that I was suspended above the stairs, head first, swinging like a pendulum. He let go…
After that incident my mom had me go to live at her friend's house so I could be safe. I was anything but safe. Charlie would call at 2 in the morning screaming into the phone saying that his life was ruined and that it was my entire fault…and for years I believed him.
A few weeks later things were back to normal (well Charlie wasn't allowed in the house). I was safe. Until the divorce was filed.
Forks couldn't see what was happening and didn't want to believe that their respected police chief was hurting his wife and daughter, so he got custody.
When Charlie was awarded custody of me and my four brothers, I became their slave. I cooked what he wanted when he wanted it, even at two in the morning. David was two years old and a very happy baby. To Charlie, I wasn't a daughter or a sister, I was a slave. Not only did I have to cook, I had to clean the house, make the beds, do the laundry, and make sure the boys were presentable. I was also the nanny. I had to take care of David, feed him, bathe him, clothe him, change him, and watch him. I was ten years old and if I didn't do something right, Charlie slapped me and at night he raped me.
A year later, I got sick of it. I was done. I refused to go. Renée drove my brothers and I to Wal-mart for the drop of. Renée's friend, Phil, walked the five us up to the front of the store while she stayed in the car and video-taped everything. A bus pulled up and parked. I was standing next to Charlie telling him I no longer wanted to visit him and that I didn't want to deal with any of his crap, but Charlie wasn't done. With the bus in the way and Phil calling the police, Charlie attacked me, pushing me down onto the ground kicking my arms, legs, head, and stomach over and over again. Phil hung up with the police when he realized what was happening and jumped onto Charlie's back, pulling him off of me giving me a chance to run. As soon as Charlie saw I was running he knocked Phil out and chased me. He caught up to me and forcefully slammed me into the wall several times before I faded into unconsciousness.
Sorry my chapters are so short. This is my first Fanfic.