A/N: ok I know I haven't updated in like forever. It was because I didn't get that many reviews. Honestly I'm contemplating whether or not I should delete the story. I feel that way because I don't know what you as readers think. So if you like my story, please review! The more reviews the faster I'm more likely to update. Please at least 10 reviews?

Chapter six:

The air was nice and cold; snow was falling instead of rain. The green scenery was now replaced by white. My body shivered, I wrapped my arms around my body to keep myself warm. Out of nowhere I felt a sting of loneliness and abandonment surged through my body. My knees gave out under me causing me to fall to the floor landing on all fours. I leaned back on to my heels sitting in a kneeling position.

I heard a low growl but as I looked around I saw nothing. I hung my head down staring at the white cold ground. My teeth began to chatter as my body continued to shiver. I cried out in pain from the cold and from the loneliness I felt. The growl came back only this time it was louder. Like it could be only standing a few feet away from me. I slowly raised my head to look at the predator that would soon take my life away.

Standing arms length away from my body was a white lion. The fact that the lion was white was weird all on its own but to make it stranger; the lion had green emerald eyes. It's eyes so deep that it was like there was a gravity pull forcing myself closer. The lion laid down on the ground behind me. Assuming it wanted me to lay back onto him. I removed my feet from under me and leaned back onto it's body. The fur of the lion was cold but comforting. I no longer felt the emptiness that occupied my emotions.

"Isabella!" I heard someone call. "ISABELLA WAKE UP!" I groaned internally as recognition seeped in. The person calling me was my mother. "Bella get down stairs and start cooking breakfast! I would do it but I'm in the tub."

I sat up rolling my at Renee's reason for not cooking. Wait, what the fuck are they still doing here? I thought they're supposed to be down at La Push. I stood up and made my way down to the kitchen. On my way down I passed the rumpus room. My father was sitting in his favorite chair, he was watching some kind of fishing show, and didn't even notice me.

I finally entered the kitchen but stopped in the door way when I heard footsteps from upstairs in my parent's bedroom. 'Yea, in the tub my fucking ass! I'm just a freaking slave to them. A mistake they made and use as a tool to do things.' I want to practically rip my hair out at my thoughts. I walked up to a cupboard to get two bowls and set them on the table. I then made my way over to the refrigerator. I opened the door to grab the milk, then reached the top of the frig to get the honey bunches of oats cereal. I placed the milk and the cereal on the dinning table next to the bowl. 'Hmmm, I'm missing something.' "SPOONS" I said aloud to myself. As I walked over to the drawer with the utensils and grabbed two spoons for my parents.

I then lazily made my way up to my room. My mother passed me on the stairs on her way down to the kitchen. "I can't wait to see what you've cooked. I can't smell anything this should be interesting" she said then continued on her way.

I rolled my eyes and continued to my room. When I stepped in I closed the door and locked it behind me. It was like my feet had a mind of their own because I some how end up on my bed. My eyelids were heavy and began to slowly close. I was about to fall asleep until I heard yelling and feet stomping coming up the stairs. "I told her to fucking cook and what does she do? She defies me and set the table with food I could have done without waking her up." I heard Renee yelled to Charlie.

"Well maybe if you stop using our daughter for your selfish needs she wouldn't be so rebellious towards us. Maybe you and her will stop fighting and I don't know, actually have a normal conversation." Charlie yelled back.

"Shut up Charlie!" she yelled before pounding on my door. "BELLA GET THE HELL UP!" I rolled on my stomach and placed a pillow over my head. In a sad attempt to block out her voice. "ISABELLA MARIE SWAN! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED AND COME ANSWER ME!" Renee continued to yell.

I groaned into the bed and removed the pillow from my head. I looked at the clock it was only 8 am. 'UGH why can't she leave me alone?' I thought to myself. "I'm coming. I'm coming. Hold on!" I yelled back. "Yes?" I asked when I opened the door.

"GAHH!" she screamed as she charged me. We landed on my bed and she was on top of me pulling my hair and slapping my face. "You little piece of useless shit!" she screamed in my face.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I answered back while tossing and turning trying to get her off of me.

"Renee stop it stop it you're hurting her." Charlie yelled while trying to get her off of me.

"No she needs to learn to respect me and to do what she told." She replied to Charlie. As she was about to slap my face her hand turned into a fist. She punched me on my right cheek forcing my head to turn left. I saw Charlie finally mange to get her off of me. The image of Charlie struggling while trying to restrain her was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.

A/N there you have it. I know its short but I wanted to leave you with a cliffy so maybe then I'll get reviews. I'm working on the next chapter in………………… pov. Haha aint I evil? Don't forget to review. Next chapter up tomorrow hopefully.