You know those times in your life when things are just hard? You feel like you're wasting your time. Wasting a huge amount of effort on something that doesn't even deserve it? Well, this is one of those times. Like whenever you are in junior high and you try so hard to fight in with the "cool girls" just to realize that when ever you get in high school no one cares anymore.

My dad deserves much more than to rot in jail. He deserves exactly what he did to me. Edward showed me that. Showed me that I deserved better. I deserve a good life. With people who love me. I deserve to be loved. It is what my father could never give me and Edward is ouch so good at. He makes me so happy but, my father is my father. Although he was never a dad.

I'm sure everyone of the Cullen's were wonderings why I would want to see my father. I didn't bother to explain. I was not planning on it either. This was something I was doing for myself. You don't always need to explain yourse3lf when you make hard decisions in your life.

Edward wouldn't have understood even if I tried to explain. So I wanted to leave him out. Plus, he would probably rip him to pieces if he made one wrong move. This was something I was going to have to do alone. Even though Edward didn't like it. The conversation was a dramatic one, and just thinking about it made me wince.

"Bella! How could you even think that I would let you do something so STUPID? You are not going alone!" Edward yelled at me, you could see the frustration all over his face.

"Edward, this is something I want to do alone." I said in my usual quite voice.

"No. It isn't going to happen. NEVER." Edward replied, sitting down and gripping the top of his nose between his first two fingers.

I sat down next to him and held his hand. "Edward, I love you but, I'm going alone. Don't follow me." I walked out of his room. I'm sure he was mad, who knows if he would ever talk to me again. I could hear the sound of things breaking behind me, and yelling, as I walked out of the Cullen home.

I walked into the jail house. The forks jail wasn't anything special. As most could assume, in a small town there isn't much crime. The floor was white tile, shabby, broken in some places. There was a older lady behind a glass window with the little metal speakers that translated whatever you had to say without being in actual contact.

"How may I help you?, the petite woman said.

I just starred at her. Trying to gather my thoughts. What did I want? To talk to the man who had abused me for years. Who made me feel useless? Why would anyone in their right mind want to do this?

"I-I-I want to talk to Charlie Swan." I let out a deep breath that I didn't realize I was holding.

"I'm sorry but, only family is allowed to visit." The lady said.

"I'm his…uh…his daughter." I looked away from the lady once I saw her shocked reaction.

"Oh…oh okay. I'll get a uhh guard for you." You could tell the poor woman was in awe that I would want to see such a horrible man. Who could blame her? Why did I even want to see him? I should just move on with my life right? Oh but nooo…I have to ask my questions. Dumb Bella.

"Miss Swan?" I looked up at the burly guard with brown hair. He was tall, looked protective. I wouldn't want to cross him.

"Yes sir?" I replied in my meek quiet voice.

"Follow me." I took a few steps forward. Stopped. And then started again…we passed through multiple doors, I couldn't tell you what the rooms looked like because I kept my eyes on the nasty white tile. We stopped in front of a blue door.

"Okay Miss Swan, this is our visitors room. I'm going to be right outside this door. If you need anything just holler. My name is Steve." He held open the door for me.

"Thanks Steve." I looked up, and into the room. There he was, my father, he wasn't looking at me though. He was looking down at the table. He looked, ashamed almost.

I went and sat at the chair across from him and just stared. He finally looked up. And laughed.

"Bella, hinny, what are you doing here?" He smirked. He actually smirked.

"I-I-" I couldn't think straight. What if he hurt me?

"What did I tell you about that stuttering sweetheart?" He grabbed my hand from across the table. I ripped it away from him, scooting my chair back in the process. I looked up at him in horror. And then suddenly, anger filled me.

"Why did you do it?" I asked, suddenly with confidence.

"Do what baby?" He smiled away, like nothing had ever happened.

"Hit me."

"Oh hinny, I never hit you, I disciplined you. For killing your mother you dumb bitch. You go what you deserved. And I will be out of here in no time. And you will get it even worse. Fuck you, you were never good for anything. I should have killed you when I had the chance. Oh and that Edward. Like someone could ever love you. HA."

"He does love me!" I stood up, angry. He stared at me with his evil eyes.

"Yeah, just wait till he leaves you. Then you will be running back to the only thing you knew. Me." I wanted to wipe that smile right off his face.

And I did. I slapped him right across the face. He sat there for a second. And then he stood up quickly, pushing the table towards me, making me fall over it. He grabbed my head and shoved me down repeatedly into it. I screamed in pain. He punched my in the gut before being ripped off by the guard.

"Fuck you Bella! Fuck you!" He was lead out of the room and everything started to go black.

I woke up to beeping. I could feel the cut on my forehead. I was used to Charlie's injuries.

"Morning Bella." I could hear that Edward was talking through his teeth. He must be pissed.

I moaned and rolled over to see him.

"I'm sorry." I said before bursting into tears. Not because of the pain, not because I regretted it, but, because I never had the chance to know how it felt to truly be loved by your parents.

"I love you Bella. For ever and always." Edward said as he held me close to him.