Isabella's P.O.V:

He was coming; I could hear him outside slamming his car door. I had to go find a place to hide, Mommy told me that when Daddy come's home to hide quickly so I started running towards my extremely small closet in my room that only I could fit in. I hug my knees tightly and wait. Suddenly, daddy's voice interrupted the silence. He started yelling at Mommy loudly, they were probably in the kitchen, the room at the opposite end of my room but I could still hear small bits of Daddy's yelling.

"Why don't you get a job? The only things you're good at is cooking and sleeping!"

Mommy explained me that times where hard here in Mexico, jobs where harder to find so there was less money.

"It's no wonder where poor, I work all day while my stupid wife and worthless daughter stay at home eating and sleeping!"

Tears came to my eyes, I wanted to help but what can one seven year old do? I can't get a job, I can't even make lemonade to sell! I cried as my dad continued to insult me and my mother. After a minute or two, I started to hear noises which told me that dad was slapping Mommy. I felt anger serge through me, I wasn't going to stay here and let mom be hit by some monster, so I left my hiding place and headed towards the kitchen. My suspicions were confirmed when I arrived at my destination, my father, who's back was facing me, was furiously abusing my mother.

"Stop it! Stop hitting Mommy, you meanie!" I screamed at him.

He stopped and turned to face me, anger in his eyes.

"There you are you little worthless brat!" he said grabbing me as my mom cried out in protest, tears in her eyes while I froze in fear at his touch.

"Let Isabella go!"

"What?" he said, sounding more or less as a question.

"Let her go," she ordered once more.

"No, I think it's time me and Isabella spent some quality time together."

"No! Leave her alone!" mother said again, coming to grab me.

"If you try to take her, I'll make sure it will be worse, for you and her," he warned as he took me to my room.

He closed and locked the door set me down and walked in front of me, arms crossed and fury still burning in his eyes.

"Now, what does Daddy do while you're at school?" he questioned.

Confused at this obvious question, I looked up at him and answered.

"You go to work."

"Good, good. Now, do you or Mommy go to work?"

"No."

"So, while Daddy works very, very hard at work, you go to school and Vivian stays home, right?"

"Yes."

"And, why don't you go to work?" he asked his voice becoming more and more frustrated.

"I'm too young and I still have to learn."

"Well, Daddy is tired of these kind of excuses," he paused and continued, his voice taking the full volume it was using while his fight with Vivian.

"Daddy thinks you're a good-for-nothing, stupid and bratty little girl!" he roared as he took my arm and threw me across the room causing me immense pain as I started to cry.

"He thinks that you'll grow up and be like you're stupid mother!" he shouted as he took my probably now broken arm and threw me against the other wall.

"Ow! S-Stop it! You're h-hurting m-me!" I yelled in vain.

He ignored my cries and continued, except now, instead of throwing me, he started punching me with what was probably all of his strength.

"He thinks you'll be an ugly and dumb little witch!"

The pain was insufferable, the torture he was putting me through made me want to shrill up and die right there. I could probably see blood if my eyes weren't covered in tears. He grabbed my right leg and threw me against the hard wall again, causing me even more agony as I felt the impact on my spine. The hurt only increased as I fell face first on the cold hard wooden floor. It took all of the strength in my small little body just to sit up against the wall. Then he got close to me and whispered something, his voice filled with venom.

"Now, listen to me, you're just a stupid, dumb, ugly, worthless little brat that no one will never, and I mean never, love you."

And, just then the sound of sirens filled the room. The beast in front suddenly got up and looked out the window, his face becoming filled with panic. He left the room at the speed of light, leaving me alone with my pain.

Both my arms are probably broken, my chest severely bruised and bloody, my face was probably scarred in a few places, my legs were both bleeding in a few places, my breathing was both heavy and slow but each breath I took caused my lungs to sting terribly.

My loud breathing was met with the sound of my mother's voice.

"I'm coming, Isabella!" she promised.

I tried talking but that only resulted in my sore body to ache more. As she promised, my mother arrived and gasped as she saw me, her eyes not trying to block the tears.

"Oh, Isabella! My darling!" she exclaimed, grabbing me carefully enough to not cause me too much pain. She took me outside to where there was the police dealing with the horrible man that abused me along with an ambulance. She cautiously put me on the gurney and the people put me in their special truck and Mommy sat next to me, crying hysterically, me with her, not only from the pain but also from the insults I was convinced were true.

As we arrived to the hospital, they put me on a bed in a bright white room with a lot of doctor's ready to begin. The first thing they did was put me to sleep.

I woke up breathing heavily, sweat on my body. It took me a while to convince myself I was in my room, in perfect health. My tight grip on my blankets loosened as I realized my surroundings, ever since that night, I have kept having that dream almost every night, the emotional and physical pain always haunting me. I have physically recovered since what happened nine years ago, things have changed. I became a very silent person, barely talking to my own mother, I have a pretty low self-esteem, and I absolutely hated everything about me my so-called father mentioned about me that night: my mental capacities, my looks, my worth, I never showed my face in public. I aged and I was now sixteen and a week ago I moved here, to Danville.

I go to Danville High, a school not too far from here. I don't really know anybody there and I don't intend to go meet anyone either. I'm pretty shy and I don't think anybody would possibly want to be friends with me. So, I'll stay in my own corner away from everybody. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. I'll stay on my side while the other teens stay on theirs… at least I hope they will.

I guess I'll find out on my first day. Tomorrow.

Done! With the first chapter at least. Please review if you have time and by the way this is my first story so I would like constructive critisisme please!