A/N I don't own anything, but my own imagination. The characters sadly belong to the talented Mrs. Stephenie Meyer and the lyrics belong to the ever beautiful Christina Aguilera.

Alright guys, this is my first published works. Let me know what you think.

This story will contain violence and mentions incest, not graphically.

Sparkling Angel, I'm Ok


It's been 6 months since I've been living here with Charlie. Things started out fine, I was fine until the memories surfaced in my bedroom. The nights I witnessed him slap my mother. The nights I got too close… It was a secret I vowed to never speak of again. Charlie was the Chief of Police now, surely he'd changed. I was right things were good… until he would drink…

Once upon a time there was a girl

In her early years she had to learn

How to grow up living in a war that she called home

Never know just where to turn for shelter from the storm

Hurt me to see the pain across my mother's face

Every time my father's fist would put her in her place

Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room

Hoping it would be over soon…

Most people think that Renee and I fled when I was barely a year old. In truth we weren't allowed to leave the house… My mom had the courage to take us away after my 5th birthday. Once his rage began to physically harm us both. But she didn't know he'd always hit me. Even as a small baby. The marks hidden by my clothes. I went with what the town thought, how could I ever even implicate him without serious consequences.

Then there was Edward, so protective of his 'clumsy' human. If only he knew, I wasn't as clumsy as most thought. But he would kill Charlie, and that would be bad for everyone. I wasn't worried for Charlie's sake, I could care less. I worried that Edward, and his family would be implicated. I knew what it would do, and I knew I would lose them all.

Edward and his family were out on an extended hunting trip, my birthday was in a couple of days and they wanted to be prepared. This was the only time I was safe enough to write in my diary…

Dear Diary,

It's me again. Edward is hunting again. So here I am sitting in my small bedroom, at Charlie's house. Looking at the four walls that use to keep me safe from him. I am so glad I'm such a freak of nature that Edward can't read my mind. He would kill Charlie if he ever knew the truth. I really miss mom, I still can't believe she let me come here, I don't talk to her enough to know how she's doing. I don't think she wants to hear the truth. That when Charlie drinks he's the same person we left… She's finally happy, really happy. I was making her unhappy, the child that was a mistake. She'd never say that, but I sometimes read it in her face. She wouldn't have had to put up with Charlie for so long if it wasn't for me. I still wish she would show me the love and affection she used to. I often wonder how Alice doesn't see… But it's usually spur of the moment. She's always so nice to Charlie though… It's grating on my nerves. Hopefully after my birthday I can convince Edward to change me. I don't belong in this world of abuse. Where my mother who was once my strength doesn't seem to care.


I closed the book looking at it with disdain. This inanimate object, the only witness to the many years of abuse and therapy. What had I been thinking coming home again? What's that old saying, "You can't go home again." How right they were.

I looked over at my worn night stand at the clock. Noon. Saturday at noon. Charlie was more than likely out fishing with his best friend Billy Black, or Harry Clearwater.

I climbed out of the bed gingerly wincing at the pain and discomfort between my legs… Last night had been bad, the worst yet. He thought I was Renee, my mother. My cries and screams weren't enough to save me. I almost wished that Edward would come back early and save me… I grabbed a tank top and a comfortable pair of sweats and meandered down the hallway to the shared bathroom. I noted the dirty pair of boxers and towel bunched on the floor.

I made an ick face, and decided I would deal with it after my shower. However the shower didn't help like it normally would, it made parts of my body sting. I winced as I rinsed the soap from my body. I rang my hair out and pulled a towel securely around my waist. Then I walked back to my room.

I dressed quickly and decided I would start a load of laundry, it was best to make sure the house was clean on days Charlie didn't have to work. The less he had to complain about, the safer I was if he decided to drink.