"BumBumBeeDumBumBumBeeDumDum...", I was humming to myself again. I finally got off of work, I work at one of my friends Mike's dad store. It was almost 7 and I knew Charlie would be home soon, and that I needed to hurry up and get dinner done before he got home.

See,when I speak out of term or do something he doesn't like, he hurts me. Ive learned to deal with the pain the last few years, but the words are the one thing that never leave my mind. Charlie started doing this when my mom Renee died, I was about 11 years old at the time. He got very depressed and started turning on me. He never hit my brother though. Well, he couldn't really, Emmett was 10 times his size. when Emmett got sick of all the crap going on, he moved in with his buddy. I still see him at school, thank god. He's like my best friend, were twins by the way.

Emmett's on the football team at our small town high school "Forks High". Not alot of kids go there. I guess you could say I was an outcast, even though my brother was popular and I hung out with him, I never really fit in. I'm always scared that if I become too close to anyone i'll be hurt, so I tend to shy away from people.

The chicken was sizzleing in the pan when Charlie walked in.

"Hi, dad!" I greeted, if I was nice I could sleep in peace tonight.

"Hmph." Was all he said.

Uh-oh, he's in a bad mood I thought to myself.

I set the plate of overloading food on the table in front of him. Fried chicken was his favorite. "How was work?" I asked politely.

"Same as usual!" he sneard.

"Im Kinda tired, do you mind if i just go to bed?"I asked,not looking him in the eyes for fear that it would make him mad.

"Go for it, kid" was his reply.

'WOW. He's actually nice tonight, thank you lord, all my long sleeve shirts were dirty and my newer bruises were fading, I would have to wear baggy or long sleeved shirts so people wouldn't get suspicious. Of course, Emmett knew though.

I walked slowly up the stairs, carefully as to not fall. I'm kinda accident prone. I took a long hot shower letting the steam clear my head and the water relax my body. I wrapped myself up nice and tight, keeping the warmth on my body for as long as I could. I walked into my room, it was a normal room, I had a bed, dresser and everything else I could have needed. And the greatest view of all.

I have a large wall window that looks right into my neighbor Edwards room. Edward Cullen is on the football team with Emmett and he has the most sweetest sister ever, her names Alice. They live with their foster parents Esme and Carlisle. I guess you could say that Edward was gorgeous,very gentlemanly. Every time I had talked to him, which wasn't alot, he always was polite. Ive had the biggest secret crush on him for almost 4 years now. I always shied away though, scared of rejection. He had untidy bronze hair, and the prettiest green eyes. Sigh...Edward would never go for a girl like me, and truthfully, as much as I liked him, I didn't even compete with half the girls elagible for his affection.

He was sitting in his room listening to music. He had a window just like mine so I could see everything. I could faintly hear the rhythmic thrump to the beat of his music. I sighed again. I sat down on my bed, and put my hair in a pony tail. It was unusually warm in my room, so I swiftly dressed in my forest green boxer shorts, and black t-shirt. I grabbed my lotion off my bed side table and continued my nightly ritual. I rubbed it on my legs where I had some pretty bad cuts and bruises. Then to my arms.

It was then that I heard Charlie mouthing off and come up the stairs. Should of known he wouldnt last a night of not enforcing torutre. I moved to the corner of my bed and leaned against the headboard, waiting...

He shoved the door open and found my expressionless gaze. It was nights like these I learned the hard way of what to do or what not to do. When I was younger I found that if I just didn't fight him, or make very little cries he wouldn't take it to the limit like he had on many other nights before.

He mouthed a string of Profanities at me.

"Goddammit Bella! You left a mess out there for me to clean up!" He grabbed me by the hair and raised me to my knees.

"Your such a lazy ass child! When are you gonna take responsibility for your actions?" He slamed my head against the wall.

"I'm sorry." I whimpered.

He hit me again and again. Like always he showed no pitty.

Before the darkness took me away I stole a quick, quite glance out the window. Edward stood there motionless, in the middle of his room watching the scene form in my room. I met his gaze, before the darkness engulfed me.