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---Bella---

My eyes were wide. I was staring at Jasper and he was staring at my body. "You are….?" I didn't finish my sentence but he nodded. He took off his shirt and his chest was black and blue. His body matched mine. I gasped in horror. I didn't want to believe it. Jasper was such a nice guy. He didn't seem like he was being hurt at home. Tears slid down my cheeks. I put on my clothes for I felt self-conscious. "Who does it…?"

"Step-father," his voice was merely a whisper. "You?"

"Father." I fell onto the ground and sobbed silently. Jasper kneeled down next to me. I was glad I wasn't alone but I hated that he was abused. Jasper put his arms around me as I cried.

"You shouldn't stand for it, Bella," he told me. "You don't deserve it."

"Oh and like you do?" I moved away from his chest and held my knees.

"Yes," he whispered. I looked at him. Nobody deserves it. "When I was eleven, my step had his temper flaring. My mother did something to upset him. I was watching from my bedroom. There was loud screaming, nobody could not hear it. My step hit my mother and she fell to the floor instantly. He kept beating her and beating her. I should have did something but I didn't. I was too scared. I regret that day ever since. Even though I was eleven, I should have stopped him. If I did, maybe she would still be alive….I would give my life for her and I should have."

"That's no reason that you should let yourself get abused, Jazz. It wasn't your fault. It's your step's fault. You cannot blame yourself."

He stood up, outraged. I shrunk back. "How could you say that!? It was my fault. I did not stop him. I watched and did nothing! I did nothing! I watched her die, Bella! She died slowly and painfully!" He opened the door to the bathroom. "You don't even know what your saying." He stomped away but in an instant, I was beyond furious. I followed him. He stomped into Edward's room and he stopped there. I tackled him and pinned him down with Emmett and Edward watching.

"Don't you ever say that! Maybe I went through the same thing as you! Have you ever thought of that? Huh? I doubt you have. And you have enough nerve to say I don't know what I'm saying." If he didn't know what I went through, he had no right to say that I didn't know.

Realization went across Jasper's face. "I…I didn't know, Bella. I'm sorry…"

I growled. "Save it. I don't need your sympathy. I've gotten along just fine all through my life without your sympathy! But never. NEVER. Tell me what I do not know." I got up off of him, not looking at anyone else but Jasper. "You think you're the only one with problems but your not so don't act like you are." I stomped out of the room but I slid down on the floor a little ways from Edward's room. I never had a temper. I didn't know what aroused that out of me. A few minutes later, Edward came out of the room, looking down the halls. He spotted me and ran over to me. I knew that this is exactly why I don't go over peoples house.

He sat down next to me. "I want to know what's wrong, Bella." He had a straight face and I knew he was serious.

"What makes you think there is something wrong?" I spat.

"Oh I wonder! Maybe because you tackled Jasper and yelled into his face. Or maybe because you flinch every time someone touches you. Take your pick."

I stood up and glowered at Edward. "Like I'm going to tell you." I walked away and went to Alice's room. I couldn't stay here. There was no possible way. As I walked into Alice's room, I grabbed my stuff. "I have to go home. My father called and I need to go home immediately." Alice frowned but nodded. I walked downstairs and I spotted Esme. I went up to her. "Can you drive me home? My father needs me," I lied.

"Of course. Lets go." She grabbed her keys and we got into a convertible. She drove to my house fast. I let her stop in front of my house this time. I thanked her and I walked up to my house and opened the door. Charlie was leaned up against the wall, watching me with terrible, frightening eyes. I let my stuff drop to the floor. I stared at him as he stared at me. I swallowed hard, knowing that I would get hurt that night.

He held his hands behind his back and strolled towards me. He walked circles around me, chuckling slightly. "Finally came home, did you?" He stopped in front of me and tilted my head to the side. I didn't ever try to fight. He chuckled and put the knife under the sleeves of my sweatshirt and ripped it off, making the shirt fall to the ground, revealing me in just a bra and pants. He laughed. He did the same things with the pants.

My heart beat raced as he licked the knife. I didn't know how a father could rape his daughter but I knew that he was about to. I closed my eyes as he pushed me up against the wall. He suddenly stopped when the front door flew open. And guess who stepped inside. Edward. He looked at me and then Charlie. His nostrils flared and he pounced on Charlie. Edward was throwing punches this way and that way. Emmett and Jasper stepped in along with Rose and Alice. Emmett and Jasper went over to Charlie and started to beat him up while Alice and Rose came to me. They threw their arms around me and sobbed. I put my arms around them but my heart stopped when Charlie hit Edward and threw him off.

He started to beat all three of the boys very badly. I saw him take the knife and he was just about to stab Edward in the gut. I couldn't allow that to happen. I got out of Alice's tight grip and quickly moved Edward out of the way. The knife plugged into my stomach and I gasped in pain. Pain flooded through my stomach and I fell to the floor. Blood was squirting out of the cut. I was never bleeding this much. I heard Edward roar in rage and I heard Charlie grunting. My eyes closed as the pain got worse. Alice was calling an ambulance. Then Edward came to my side. He put my head in his lap and I felt a wet drop land on my cheek.

I opened my eyes and touched his face. The ambulance sirens were outside my front door and they came in, quickly. They set me on a stretcher. Once they brought me into the hospital, that's when I blacked out. When I did awake, I found my surroundings to be in a hospital room. I started to shake but a firm hand placed itself on mine and squeezed. I looked over to the person and it was Edward. His eyes were full of concern. "Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered.

"It's very hard you know," I told him.