Chapter 1

The Start

B Pov

No matter how hard I tried he never stopped. I didn't know how many stories I made up to tell why I was battered and bruised, even more ever day, but I knew that the teachers didn't believe me but they never knew the real reason. No one knew. There were only 2 people in the world who knew who gave me those cuts and bruise, Mr. Cullen, my weekly doctor, and his wife Esme. She only knew because she cared for me like I was one of her own.

I hated to see the hurt in her eyes every time Charlie came to get me from the hospital, that's if I couldn't drive. It makes me feel better to see the love and care she gives me. All of my friends know something is wrong, but they can never figure it out.

Charlie, my father, is the man who cares for me, or CARED would be the better word. Ever since my mom left him, he became a drunk and now he blames me for her leaving, so I get beaten every day. Some days are worse than others. Today was a really bad day.

He decided that since I went to school that day I did something wrong. When I got home he just started yelling at me.

"Where have you been you Bitch!" Charlie screamed when I walked in.

"I was at school?" it sounded like a question, even to me.

"Why were you there?! Being the slut you are!?" he spat at me. Like I was a misbehaving dog.

"What? No! you know I'm not a slut! I'm your daughter I thought you would think better of me!" I said. What did he think I did at school.

"Oh, I know what you are!" with that he took an empty beer bottle( the glass kind, they really hurt trust me) a beat my face with it, while he kept going on about how no one will ever love me and that it was all my fault.

God why did he always blame me for everything.

Its truly not my fault that my mom left him. While he beat me I just laid on the floor of the hall crying and screaming in pain. That just made him hit harder.

Once he was done with round 1, he left me lying on the floor in front of the living room. I was bleeding very badly from a wound in my head. But all I could do was cry softly, hoping he wouldn't come back.

Just then I remembered something Esme once told me. "When ever you need our help just call." Then I remembered that I had her number in my phone.

When I went to get it, it felt like a bowling ball had crushed my hand. Charlie must have broken it, I thought to myself as I painfully got my phone out. Dialing Esme's number didn't take long but it sure as hell hurt!

It rang only twice before Esme's sweet voice answered.

"Bella is that you?" she asked frantically.

"Yes." was all I could say. My head hurt so badly.

"My God! What has he done now!?" she said, horror filling her voice as she heard the pain in mine.

"I don't know. But I do know I am bleeding really bad." I said in a hushed whisper so Charlie won't hear.

"My god." She said again. "I'm sending Edward and Emmett to come and get you." I heard her say to someone that they needed to get me.

"No, I just need someone to explain that I went to school to learn, not to be a slut." I heard her gasp at my word.

"He thought you went to school to do that. Bella, sweetheart. I think I can hear the blood. We need to get you out of there." She said. I knew she cared a lot about me. So maybe leaving for a day or two won't be so bad.

"Okay. But how will we get Charlie to let me leave?" I asked, really wondering.

"Who said anything about asking?" she said in a mischievous voice.

"Bella! Who are you speaking to?!" Charlie yelled as he walked into the hall for round two.

All I could do before he smashed my phone was say Help Me as loud as I could. In the next minute my face was kicked so hard, I lost my hold, and fell into unconscious.