He Hasn't Changed

Bella and her mum are abused by her father, Charlie, from the age of seven, when Bella is nine they escape to Phoenix, but ten years later Renee makes her go back to Forks... Can Bella learn to trust this family with her secrets? Will they be able to save her after she has been broken beyond repair?

I know in the books and movie Charlie is nice and funny and I think so too, so I'm apologizing in advance for casting him as the villain in this story it was the only thing that worked for the story I wanted to write…

Prologue:

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the characters.

It was bright, too bright. And no matter how dark my curtains were or how thick the material was the sun always managed to shine through somehow. I didn't like it, it was too bright, I hated living in Phoenix but it was the only place I could go; and I most definitely wouldn't go back to Forks.

Mum had remarried since we'd moved here to Phoenix. Phil was alright, a bit young but nice all the same. He and mum hadn't been home for the past three days. Phil had some minor league baseball tournament or something so he and mum were out of town for five days. Which left me at home alone, not that I minded, I've always preferred to be by myself. Ever since I was seven I've liked to be alone; 'anti-social' Charlie had called it. But I am always alone even at school I'm alone, and Phoenix High School is probably the largest in all of Arizona.

Mum had left dad when I was nine and took me with her. She won the custody battle so she had full custody over me till I was eighteen. I still saw him for two weeks ever summer. He was nothing like what I remembered. But I could tell he hadn't changed – he seemed fake now.

Flashback

I was lying in my bed waiting for sleep to take me when I heard mummy yelling at daddy. Why were they yelling? They never yelled before. They were always so happy...

"You're just an ungrateful, ugly whore and no one wants you!" Daddy yelled at mummy. Why was he saying such bad words to mummy? There was a brief silence and then I heard it.

It was the worst sound in the world. It was the sound of daddy hitting mummy… What was he doing? What was wrong? Mummy screamed and started sobbing.

I would probably be safer if I stayed where I was in my room, but mummy was hurt I had to see she was ok. I got up off my bed and quietly walked into mummy and daddy's room.

Mummy was lying on the floor crying and whimpering. I could see a large red hand print on her cheek. I didn't know at the time he had done more to her…

"Daddy? What happened to mummy?"

"Oh look who it is; its Isabella come to see if her mummy is ok? What about your daddy? Huh, what about me?" He asked me, it sounded like he was hissing when he said 'mummy'.

"What happened to her? Why is she crying?" I asked him more confident now, though I should be scared because the look in his eye was cold and angry, really angry.

"You're just as bad as your mother you little bitch! Nothing but a waste of space! Keeping me up at night and giving me constant headaches! It's all your fault!" Daddy was livid now.

I felt his hand hit my right cheek and I fell to the ground whimpering. I could taste the blood already. Why was this happening, this wasn't my daddy?

"What did you do with my daddy?" I asked him while I sat up to face his pacing figure.

"What did I do with your daddy? I am you father you stupid Bitch!" He yelled at me and hit me again. I fell to the floor my hand moving to rub the place where he'd hit. It felt like it was burning. I hurt so much. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up so I was looking him in the eye.

"Nothing will ever become of you Isabella. You will grow up to be a worthless tool. Just like your mother." He shoved me back down on the floor and walked out of the room, leaving me and mummy there. She was still crying.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you Bella. He shouldn't have been able to do that to you." She whispered softly to me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a hug. We fell asleep once we heard dad's snores coming from the lounge room.

End flashback

I stopped calling him daddy that night. He would never be the man I remember as my father. The man who, when I fell of the swing at my fifth birthday party wouldn't stop trying to make me laugh till I finally gave in. And the thing is, he never did stop, he never changed. He would get drunk and hit and yell at me and mum. Never did he say sorry, never was there any hint of remorse in his eyes, even now. Mum finally left one night while he was out with his friend Billy watching some football game on the TV at Billy's place. Mum packed up our stuff and we left. I was nine. It's been seven years since I've been to Forks.