*STORY WARNINGS: LEMONS, SPANKING, AND RAPE.*

Every chapter I will give warnings about what happens in the chapter. So if you see in the warnings spank, lemons, or rape. And you don't want to read it then don't.

So simply don't like don't read.

With those six words my father suddenly stopped shaking me and froze in his spot. I couldn't get myself to look at him, I just stared at the floor crying as he still had ahold of my shoulders.

I had no idea what was going to happen in this moment; how would he react, would he help, would he turn me away. He was my father he had to help me right? He loves me. He is all I have. He will make everything okay. Right?

As my cries slowed I felt more and more hopeless. When I found it in me to lift my eyes from the floor to my my father I saw him in the exact same position. The only thing that changed was the look in his eyes. They eyes that conveyed the same thoughts that I have.

I was mated to a vampire. My life was over. I'll never graduate high school. Or go to college. This mystery vampire was going to take me away. Either turn me into a blood sucking submissive vampire or be kept as a baby making blood bag forever. My decisions will no longer be my own.

At my hopeless thoughts, my tears almost started again. That was until my father sprung off the couch and started pacing a hole into the living room rug. Leaving me on the couch.

He continued circling the living room while muttering to himself, as I prepared myself for his reaction. I was too scared of what he was going to say or what was going to happen to me, to speak. All I could really think was "Daddy, please help me?"

Finally he spoke, "Okay, we can get through this." Then paused.

He went down on his knees and turned my face to look at him, "Bella you and me are gonna get through this okay?"

Dad paused and seemed to have gotten a sudden thought in his head. "Okay. You and I are just gonna pack up our stuff and leave."

"Dad-" I started but he suddenly stood.

"No bella. No! I am your father and I am going to protect you." He yelled.

He wasn't that tall but in this position, I felt just like a little kid again. I remember thinking when I was little that he was so tall and strong. That because he was my father nothing could break him down. That he loved me more than anything. And right now as I looked into his eyes I saw the fear and the love he had for me. But also could see how weak he really could be.

So I stood up in front of him and said "Okay."

"Good. Good... Go pack your stuff, anything you need. I'll call the station." He started walking towards the kitchen.

"What are you going to tell them?" I called after him.

Turning to look at me he said "I'll tell them we are going on a quick trip that suddenly came up. By the time they realize I'm not coming back we will be long gone."

"We're never coming back?" I whispers while looking at my hands.

"No. We can't ever come back. The vampire-" he paused. "He will find you. I've heard of this happening. To girls. Girls that have ran. Vampires will never stop looking. He will never stop looking." Dad was stuttering.

"It's okay. I understand." I tried to calm him.

He ran over to me and hugged me as tight as he could. But as I hugged him back I found myself wishing it was someone else. I found myself wanting it to be the very being that was causing all this pain.

As he pulled away, for the first time in my life I saw my father cry. "I'll protect you, Bella. I swear to god I will protect you."

I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut. Then turned in the direction of the stairs but I tripped on something on the floor, typical of me, and landed on the couch.

All of the sudden the tv turned on, and in the back of my mind I figured out I probably tripped over the remote.

I was about to get up but when I turned I saw something on the tv that made me never want to watch tv ever again.

On the tv was a picture, a picture of his face.

"Breaking news: Earlier this evening Edward Cullen, of THE world famous Cullen family, has finally found his mate right outside one of the most prestigious restaurants in Port Angeles, Washington, a few miles from Edward Cullen's Seattle mansion."

My father walked into the living room and I looked up at him. He had the wireless phone in his hand and he looked at me questionably. All I could do was point at the tv screen as the news bitch, a name I have just gifted her, continued.

"Regretfully the girl fled the scene. The Cullen family has offered five million dollars to whomever can assist in finding this mystery girl."

Five million dollars. This vampire is offering five million dollars. Five fucking million dollars!

"If you know anything about this girl please call the line below."

That's when my hope was completely lost, if it not had been already, because right there on the tv was a perfect police sketch of me. And when I say perfect. I mean perfect. It looked like a real photograph, it was so well drawn.

I heard my father's intake a breath, and then he jumped into action, running around the house. Once I restarted my heart, I got up from the couch to see what he was looking for. I froze when I saw what he had. A gun. Now I knew he was serious. He was going to do anything to save me.

He never looked up he just stared down at his gun. "Bella go pack, just the essentials."

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"The same thing as I said. We are going to run. We are just going to jump in my cruiser and run."

"Won't they be able to track the car."

"When we get a decent distance away, we will grab a car." He simply said.

"What do you mean grab a car?"

"We will figure it out." He finally looked up at me, "Go pack, you have five minutes."

For the second time I made my way to the stairs, this time successfully. I knew I didn't have much time so I quickly made my way up to my room. My hand reached the door knob and I prepared myself for the last time I would ever enter my room. Goodbye old life.

Purple walls, purple curtains, purple bedding. That is what I saw. With my old computer on the desk and a room full of books. Oh my books, how I will miss you the most. I gave myself one second to reminisce. I grew up in this room, I lived in this room my whole life. My first crawl, my first word, my safe place. The second was up and my eyes were watering, but this wasn't the time for a cry.

The suitcase was in the bottom of my closet, easy to find. Clothes, reasonably easy. Picking what one item to take from my room, nearly impossible.

I threw everything into my bag and zipped it shut. I started to exit my bedroom door while throwing the bag around my shoulder. With one last glance to my room I shut off the light and made my way down the stairs. Passing the pictures of myself on the wall as I went.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard a ferocious pounding on the front door.

Oh Shit.