I know, i know. Caitlin, you should be updating your other storys, and doing your home work thats die tomorrow and you haven't started! But this was a too good an opportunity to miss! I have a good feeling about this story... I'm aiming for around 20 chapters.

Disclamier: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!! I mean, i USED to, but Stephine Meyer brought it off me... Yes. I actually wrote Twilight. bows Nah, i don't really. i only own the plot, and the song.

Rain dripping

Rain dripping.

Rain pouring.

Rain pouring.

Rain pitter.

Rain patter.

Rain, rain.

Sliding down my window,

Dripping off the roof.

Washing away my worries.

I strummed a tune into my guitar, singing softly to my self. The 'rain lullaby' always seemed to calm me down. Maybe if I made it longer, I could make it a song. I smiled to my self, and put the guitar down. But that dream would have to wait. I was only a 17 year old girl! ALMOST a legible adult…

"Bella! Come make my dinner now!" I heard Charlie yell. I sighed. Notice how he said 'MY dinner?' He was so lazy! I brushed my long brown hair out of my face, and ran down stairs.

Charlie was in the lounge, as always, watching a game. He pointed to the kitchen.

"And hurry up wouldja? Im STARVING here!" He growl.

"Yes sir." I mumbled, and hurried in. I opened out fridge and peered in. Fish. Great. I suppose that would do. I took it out and fumbled around with a pan. Whilst I made fried fish, I thought about moving out. I could survive on my own; I practily did everything in this house! I did laundry, dinner, bills, (but at least Charlie gave me the money for that) cleaning, the whole thing!

"Bella!" I heard him shout, and I stiffened. I walk quickly out to the lounge.

"Yes sir?" I asked, standing warily in the door way.

"Come here." He ordered, and I did so. I stood in front of him. He got up and slapped me right across the face.

"You didn't dust yesterday!" He screamed, and slapped me again.

"No sir. I forgot." I said in mono tone, wincing every time he hit me. He sneered and punched me in the stomach. i moaned, cluthing my stomach.

'Don't scream, don't yell, don't scream, don't yell... ' I thought to my self.

"Next time, don't forget!" He spat in my face. He stalked out of the room and slammed the front door behind him. I groaned and collapsed. It was worse than usual. I clutched my stomach, hoping nothing was broken. I curled up in a tiny ball, and sobbed. I didn't deserve this. But I couldn't tell anyone. They would tell the police, and Charlie IS the police.

After a while, I knew I had to get up. I could smell the fish burning. He would beat me more if his dinner wasn't perfect. I gave a shaky sigh as I got up. I would have bruises when I woke tomorrow. I stiffly walked over to the frying pan. I grabbed a fork weakily and poked the fish. It gave a sizzle. That's a good sign. I snatched a spaulter up and plopped it on a plate. It would have to do. I placed it on the table, got an apple, and slowly went up the stairs. Every step I took, pain would shoot through out my body. Finally, I reached the top. I stumbled into my room, my sanctuary, and heaved my self onto my bed. I took a bite out of my apple, thinking about life. It sucked.

I know lots of people write about our lil Bella getting beaten, so why cant I?? Yeah... Anyways, the Cullen's MIGHT come in... If i get some reviews. Yes, im looking at YOU!!