Full summary: Isabella Swan has always been abused by her mother, Renee, and Step-Father, Phil. She was treated like a slave. When Bella is 17 years old, Renee and Phil die in a car accident that she was a part of. When she gets out of the hospital, she goes to live with her father, Charlie Swan, Chief of Police, in Forks, Washington. There, she's an outcast, just like she was in Phoenix. She makes a few friends, and meets overly popular, Edward Cullen. When everything goes right, she starts seeing her mother. Then her world was just how it used to be. Horrible.

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Chapter One

Bella's POV

"You good for nothing piece of shit!" Phil yelled at me while slamming my face against the wall. The tears and blood slowly dripped down my face as my mom sat there watching, glaring at me. I knew they both have been drinking. They've abused me only when they drink, and that's almost every night.

"S-sorry," I stuttered as he kicked my stomach causing me to cough up blood. I sobbed, which made the beatings come faster.

Blood covered the walls of the apartment and Phil's yelling filled the silence that consumed the room.

Once Phil got tired of beating me, he told me, cruelly, to clean up the mess. Once Phil was gone, mom came up to me and told me, in a stern voice, she was disappointed in me and left in an angry manner.

I sobbed as I scrubbed the walls, hoping someone would do something to change this, anyone at all.

My eyes shot open, and I could feel people around me, and tears flew freely down my face. It was the last time I was beaten. I looked around to see a familiar place. It was somewhere I visited often, Phoenix Hospital. What weren't familiar were the people. There was a brown haired man asleep on the chair that was next to me. Also, I didn't know why the reason was that I was in here, or where Phil and my mom were.

I was panting and my throat was dry. My head was pounding and I lifted my blanket to reveal my leg wrapped up in a cast. I decided to call a nurse. Maybe she could tell me what was going on.

I wiped away my tears before I did. The nurse came in with a fake smile plastered on her face. I knew she didn't want to be hear taking care of a plain teenage girl. She looked like she was in her mid twenties and she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. Go figure.

"Hello, Isabella. I see that you're awake. Are you in any kind of pain?" She asked.

"What happened?" I whispered, ignoring her previous question.

"Um, we should get your doctor. Are you hungry?" She said while looking down. She didn't want to tell me. It was that bad.

"No," I said quietly. She nodded and went out to get my doctor, probably Dr. Roberts. I always went to him when the beatings were bad, but he thought they were my "accidents". "Accidents my ass," I muttered under my breath.

After a few minutes, the nurse was back with Dr. Roberts. The nurse woke the sleeping man, and he went to stand by the doctor. They walked over towards me. The man looked as if he'd been crying. As if he knew me.

"Hello, Bella. How are you feeling?" Dr. Roberts asked as he examined me.

"I'm okay, I guess," I said, my voice hoarse. "W-what happened?"

"Would you like to tell her, Charlie?" he asked the man, while the nurse handed me a glass of water. Now I realized who the man was. He was my father, my biological father. Charlie Swan, police chief of Forks, Washington.

He cleared his throat and ran his hand threw his dark hair. "Uh, sure." He walked knelt down next to me and gave me a small, sad smile. He fiddled with his fingers as he said, "Uh, Hey, Bella. Long time no see. I haven't seen you since you were five." He gave a chuckle filled with no humor.

"What happened? Why am I here?" I asked, completely cutting to the chase.

"Don't you remember the car accident?" He asked. Then all the memories came.

We were headed back from dinner with Phil's teammates for some party like thing.

They beat me the day before, so I was still a little sore.

Both Phil and Mom were drinking, so I insisted that I drove, but Phil got all angry, and told me to stop telling him what to do. I knew that I was going to get a good beating when we get home.

They were ranting how much of a disrespectful girl I was and how I should treat them better for all they've done for me, when it happened, all so fast.

The truck hit the driver's side of the car and the glass of the windshield shattered, and the glass stabbed my stomach. The blood soaked my shirt, and the last thing I heard was the screaming of my mother till everything was pitch black, and the sounds faded.

"Car... Phil... Mom... Dead... Accident…" was all I could get out. I knew I was having a panic attack. They happened every once and a while.

"I'm truly sorry," Dr. Roberts said. "We tried all we could…"

"It's not your fault…" I said. I didn't know if I should be sad or ecstatic. But when was the accident? "Uh, what's the date?" I asked.

"It's December. You've been in a coma for about 3 months," Dr. Roberts said as he looked at his clipboard I just now noticed.

"Oh… Well, when am I getting out of this place?"

"Well, we have to check you, and if everything is in place, I think you'll be able to get out in…" I looked up as if the ceiling held the answer. "In three days."

"Fun," I said sarcastically. "Where the hell am I gonna stay when I get out?"

Charlie step forward with a funny grin plastered on his face. "With me."


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