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When Bella walked into Charlie's, she had expected him to be waiting up for her, as any good, normal father would have been if his daughter had been out on a date with a teenage boy. But then again, Charlie wasn't a normal, or good, father, was he? After all, good fathers didn't set their daughters up with boys knowing that boy was going to try to rape her. How could Charlie have done that to her?

She was prepared to tell him off, to let him have a piece of her mind, but when she walked into the house, she found him asleep in his recliner with the baseball game playing. She should have gone with Alice, stayed with her, but she was worried what Charlie would do if she had. He'd told her to stay away from the queer kids next door. He wouldn't want her staying at her house, either.

So instead of screaming at her father, she crept upstairs to her bedroom, trying to be quiet. She closed the door behind her and walked over to her window, peeking out the curtains. Alice was standing in the window across from hers, waiting for her, she hoped.

Smiling, Bella waved at her.

Alice tilted her head back and laughed before waving back.

Bella longed to hear the sound of her laughter again. Just the thought of it sent a tingle down her spine. Alice's attention was pulled behind her, so she turned and walked away from the window. Sighing, Bella closed her own curtain before walking into her closet and stripping off the jeans and sweater she'd worn. She threw them into the back of her closest, not wanting to ever wear them again. Just the thought of Jacob touching her had her cringing. Bella slipped on a T-shirt and a pair of sweat pants before she walked out of her closet, climbing on the bed.

She bit the inside of her lip as she thought about the feel of Alice's hand in hers, the feel of her fingers on her skin, her lips pressing against hers. She barely stifled her moan as her fingers toyed with the waistline of her pants. What would Alice's fingers feel like inside her panties, sliding further down until she was touching her in her most intimate places.

But before Bella could let her fantasies get too far out of hand, she heard her father yell, "What the fuck did you say?" Followed by the sound of him stomping upstairs.

Bella barely had time to climb off her bed when her bedroom door was thrown open and Charlie was standing there, glaring at her. The level of anger in his eyes had her trembling, and again, she wished she had gone home with Alice.

"What the fuck happened to Jacob?" he gritted through clenched teeth.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she lied, and she knew he knew she was lying.

"Don't play stupid with me, you little bitch," Charlie snarled, gripping the doorframe so tightly she was afraid he would break it. "Billy just called, said one of my patrol officers found him up in the clearing, beaten to shit. Who was it, Bella? I was to fucking know who it was?"

"It was me," she lied, and again, she knew he didn't believe her. "He put his hands on me, tried to . . . Anyway, I fought back, and I guess I went too far."

"Is that so?" Charlie asked with a smirk as he leaned against the doorframe.

There was something about that look that didn't set right with her. "Yep."

"That's not what Jacob is saying."

Bella swallowed against the lump in her throat, resisting the urge to look toward her window. "Oh?"

"You see, Jacob Black says you wanted it, Bella. Begged for it even."

"I didn't want anything with him, nothing," she seethed. "You knew what he was going to try, didn't you? You set me up to be . . . raped by him."

Charlie's face hardened. "Better be raped by him than a fucking faggot."

Bella gasped. "I can't believe you."

She hurried over to her closet and grabbed a jacket, but before she could move another step, she felt him behind her. He grabbed the back of her neck and threw her out of the closet. She hit the edge of her dresser before falling to the floor. As she rolled onto her back, she found him looming over her. A man she didn't know anymore. Had never really known.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, reaching down and grabbing her by the arm, yanking her off the floor and slamming her against the wall. His hand wrapped around her throat as she tried to scream. Tears seeped out of her eyes, trailing down her face. "You're not going anywhere, slut."

But before he could say or do anything else, the sound of the front door being busted in echoed from downstairs. She tried to scream for help again, but Charlie tightened his grip around her throat, cutting off her air supply and stifling her plea for help.

Bella dug her nails into the back of his hand, which caused him to throw her away from him. She spun as she fell, her hands coming out on front of her as she fell toward the ground, hitting her head on the window seal.

Charlie glared at her before turning and finding Jasper and Edward standing behind the big curly haired boy from next door and the perfectly-styled blond from next door. Their eyes harsh, angry, and fixed dangerously on Charlie Swan.

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