Just One Night

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does.

Warning: Story involves quite a lot of abuse! You've been warned. Hopefully it will come out of that in the end.

Summary: A/H. Bella's father begins abusing her after her mother abondons them for Phil. Although one night is different to all the others, Charlie can't take anymore of her so he "gets rid of her" There are things she still doesn't know and a person Renee and Charlie are hiding from her, who is he and why are they hiding him? Eventually, does meeting Edward and his family change things for her?

BPOV

Chapter 1:Sleepless nights

22 December.

"Please dad!" I screamed as he grabbed me by my neck and threw me across the table in the living room.

"Don't you dad me you ungratefull child" He whispered menacingly, running down to me and grabbing my collar and haulling me up to him.

"Please," I whimpered, even though I knew it was a useless attempt, he wouldn't ever give in to my begging and my pleas but I never stopped.

"You know what?" He whispered. "I don't know why I even bother with you." He continued.

He dropped me onto the floor and stormed up the stairs, leaving me limp on the floor. I lay there my face pressed against the cold floor and wept silently. It was my fault, I heated the food twice and couldn't heat it again by the time he came back.

I didn't have the energy or strength to go upstairs and change or have a shower. I have to go to school tomorrow, Forks High. It is not going to be anything new, the "Freak" that's what I'm known as or "Loner". They were right of course, I was everything they said I was. Why, you may ask yourself, did I put up with this life.

For one I have nowhere to go, no one to love me, and if I told anyone who is going to believe that the chief of police would abuse his daughter. To this small town Charlie was a saint. Only I knew the truth. I fell into an uneasy sleep, with nightmares of Charlie.

23 December.

I woke up with a sore neck, because my head was propt up against the wall, where I had fallen asleep on the ground. I couldn't remember clearly what had happened.

I grabbed onto the leg of a table and tried to stand. The events of last night came flooding back, making me stumble. I was in so much pain, but I had to tough it out. I stumbled upstairs and didn't bother looking in the mirror for I knew what I would see. My scars and my bruises.

I knew I had to hide all the evidence of abuse. I showered as quickley as possible, which was hard, I felt like I couldn't move. I lathered my hair with my strawberry scented shampoo and scrubbed my body.

I wrapped the towel around my myself, opened the door and looked down the hallway to see if Charlie was here. When I was sure he had left for work, I went into my room. I opened my wardrobe pulled out a big hoodie, I didn't even know who owned it. When Renee was here, she said it wasn't Charlie's. Maybe I was imagening things, but she was very reluctant to answer when I asked who's it was.

I put that hoodie on, grabbed some baggy jeans and went up to the mirror, to do my make up.

I put some foundation and concealer on, to cover some bruises. I had a scar on my shoulder, from when I came home late from school, because of wouldn't hear me out, like always. I was never right. I was wrong and he was right. If I didn't remember that he would remind me. Bruises covered almost every inch of my body, and I can't help but blame Renee, my mom. It was her fault.

When I was done, I went downstairs grabbed a nutrition bar and an apple, then left for school in my beat up old, red-in most parts- Chevy that I loved so much. In the truck, I got a fright from the roar of the engine, because the house was so quite. I put my ear phones in and started blaring Face down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

Today was the last day of school, because of the Christmas and New Years Day two week was no fun to me, because the last three Christmas's were spent with Charlie, and none of them were good, because he always came home drunk and the rest you can figure out. I kept listening to Face down until I got to the school parking lot.

Do you feel like a man?

When you push her around?

Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?

School was just like any other day. I was walking down the hallway, when Lauren Mallory, the slut of our school, well that's what I called her, walked up to everyone else, she was the head cheerleader of the school, and held the best parties with the best drinks.

She knocked my books out of my hands and they fell with a thud.

"Watch it, virgin!" she screached in her high nasaly voice, attracting alot of attention, that I hated and did not need.

I knealt down to pick my books up, only to have them kicked about. When I finally had them, I got up and rushed to my locker, before the bell could ring.

"Oh my God! Did you guys like, here about the Cullen's coming here?" Jessica asked her little pose or clique, whichever. I tried to ignore them but they weren't exactly whispering.

"No way! I heard they were coming from LA! I mean, like, seriously, who would like leave LA and come to a stupid small town?" Tanya Denally agreed with her.

I ignored the rest of their conversation, and left to go to my first class, English. I loved it, it was my favourite subject. My worst? That would be P.E since I was so uncordinated. I was such a klutz. If I didn't hurt myself I hurt those around me, and I hated it. It didn't do good, with the whole trying to blend in thing.

As if to make it worse, girls in my class were gossiping about, as I recently figured, Edward and Emmett Cullen, the two brothers. They were moving to Forks and will be attending Forks High. That was quite a relief of some sort to me, only because it meant that there would be someone else for everybody in this school to talk about.

During the girls little chat though the boys were glaring. I was not glad that today was a half day, I didn't want to go "home". I liked my timetable. Well, exept my last class (p.e.) but I wouldn't mind that in comparrison to Charlie. Anything was better than that.

The only classes I'll be having is up to Art. Then it's a two week break. Can't wait(note the heavy sarcasm). The rest of my day flew by, just because I didn't want it to end.

I got home, but Charlie wasn't there. I did my homework really quick, then decided to make some lasagne for Charlie and I. I waited until until 6:00 but Charlie didn't come home so I ate. After I finished, I washed my plate and glass. I was too tired so I decided to go to bed early.

It felt like I had only slept a few minutes before I woke up. I didn't know why, maybe it was the rain pelting the windows. I lay on my back for a while then heard noise in the kitchen downstairs. I knew it was Charlie, but didn't want to go down. If I didn't though, he would bring me down by force and I knew that.

As I got down the last step, I saw Charlie stumble over to the table with his lasagne. I sat in front of him across the table.

"It's cold," he sneered.

"I...I..I.." I stuttered. Everything happened so fast. He slammed his fist onto the table and I flinched. Next thing I knew I was trying to dodge the knife coming towards me. Only when I moved it hit my shoulder that wasn't scarred, but now is. I felt a gushing pain, it had definitely gone deep. Of course, just when I thought that was it, Charlie flung his chair back and stormed down to me.

"Get out of my house! You stupid, idiotic girl, can't keep up with simple directions!Like keep the bloody food warm. Do I ask for much? NO I DON'T!" he yelled. All this while grabbing me by my hair, opening the door and throwing me onto the ground.

I fell over the porch step and onto the pebbles, cutting my knees and the palms of my hands. I started sobbing.

"Oh SHUT up!" he shouted, crying was forbidden to Charlie. "You are just like your mom and that stupid boy". He started cussing then slammed door. I could hear him smashing things inside.

I sat there for a while not knowing where to go. Then it hit me I couldn't sit here, I had to move. I tried to stand only to fall. I crawled for a bit, then the fear of Charlie coming to get me made me try harder.

I started walking down a few blocks, until I couldn't walk anymore. I found a curb and sat. It was so cold and I was feeling numb. My only source of light was the moon and a few lamp posts. The path was sparkling and completely frozen. It started to snow.I couldn't feel anything.

It felt like I had been sitting there for hours, so I gave up, I didn't fight the cold and I gave into the fear. I pulled my knees up to my chest, put my hands around them and put my head down on my knees, my hair splaying out around me. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore.

Soon I saw headlights coming my way. Who knew what kind of people were out there this late at night, but I didn't care. Nothing could be as bad as what my fath-that man did to me. The car slowed until it was a mere few feet from me.

I heard the door open then shut and footsteps coming my way. Here it goes, I thought, my ending. I shut my eyes tight, hoping this would end quickly.

"Excuse me, miss?" A velvety voice asked. I lifted my head and looked into the deepest of emerald green pools.