This story is not going to be for everyone. Do not read if you get offended by abuse, bad language, and anything along those have been warned. Edward will not be Mr. Perfect and Charlie is a nasty man.

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"Bella! You stupid bitch! You are going to be late!" my father yelled. Whenever he would start his yelling I would automatically start to tremble. I hated my father. I had nothing nice to say about him.

He has raised me from birth, and I can't remember a time when he didn't hit me. I did my best to be good, but it never helped. I always did something wrong. I don't really know anything about my mother; I think she is still alive. The only things I know about her is from the gossip I hear around town. I am starting to believe them, they haven't changed in years.

They all say that my father abused her and she left before I came home from the hospital. I not only envied her, I also hated her. She left me knowing the way my father was. How could she do that? I tried to convince myself that she was dead, it was easier that way.

I was leaving after I graduated high school. I didn't care if I had to be homeless. Anything was better than this. My father has told me time and time again that all men are just like him. No one will ever treat me as good as him. I didn't know the differences. I have two friends, if you want to call it that. I have never been to either of their houses, nor have they been to mine.

Alice and Rose were two of the same. The two of them were what I wanted to be. They were both strong and spoke their minds and never cared who was around. The only reason we were 'school' friends was because we all had one thing in common, our parents were horrible.

Alice's parents were beyond strict. On school days she had a half hour to get home. On weekends they would let her out, but she had to be home by eight. Her parents didn't hit her, but if she was grounded they would empty her room. She would only have her bed and that is where she would sit for however long. Aside from her parents, she was full of energy and enjoyed life. She always said that she would make her life better. She gave me hope that there was a better life waiting for me.

Rose's mother was a drunk. If the day ended in Y she was drinking. Her mother would often hit her. Rose was a bitch. There was no other way to describe her. Her mother turned her into a bitter person. Rosalie wanted to go to college, but was waiting. She just wanted to leave and never look back. One of the things Rose liked about her mom was that she didn't care what Rose did. As long as she was home when her mom was, nothing was said.

"I'm sorry," I said as I walked downstairs to the kitchen. My father was angry at seven thirty in the morning and I had no clue what I did. I should have seen it coming, but he caught me off guard. His hand grabbed a hold of my hair and my head met the wall. I felt dizzy and my head started to pound.

"I'm done with you, Isabella!" he said loudly in my face. "When I get home tonight and you piss me off once, I will use my belt on you," he said letting go of me. I hated that I was eighteen years old and I still got spanked with a belt. "Go to school," he said pushing me towards the door. "Bella," he said as I reached the door, "lose some weight, your clothes look horrible on you."

"Yes Dad," was my only reply. This was another thing that he always told me. I didn't think I was fat, but I think he thought that it bothered me. I was size four and I hated to think of myself as fat. Of course, whenever he would say something about my weight I always felt self-conscious. Rose and Alice both agreed that he only said that because I had a great body and he didn't like it.

Charlie, my father, didn't allow me to drink soda. I loved soda. Every time I would have money I would stop by the corner store and get one. The store was owned by the nicest old people I had ever met. Mr. and Mrs. Yorkie. Their grandson, Eric, was graduating with me in six months and they were so proud. Mrs. Yorkie knew that my father was not a nice person, but she never called me out on it. She did have a habit of asking me about every bruise that she saw.

When I pulled into the parking lot of the store in my beat up old truck, I saw that there was a pretty, shiny, sliver car. It looked brand new; I wanted to have a new car someday. The only reason I had a vehicle was so Charlie didn't have to tot me around. That was another thing that he always told me, I was a burden.

As I entered the store I saw a tall man with messy hair getting himself coffee. His back was to me, but for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I wanted to see his face. I knew pretty much everyone in this whole town. I knew that I had never seen him. He looked to have a fantastic body. I grabbed my Pepsi and headed to the register.

"Hello Bella," Mrs. Yorkie said smiling sweetly. Just as I was about to answer I felt this wave of heat come over my body. I glanced over my shoulder and my breath was taking away. He looked perfect. His face was something that I had never seen before. I wanted to kiss his lips and lick his jaw. These feelings were all new to me. I have never been attracted to another male before. He had pretty blue eyes and when he smiled at me, he had perfect teeth. I didn't see one flaw in his appearance. I knew that he was older and I knew even more that I didn't stand a chance with this man. A girl could dream right?

"Hi, Mrs. Yorkie," I said turning my attention back to her. "Can I get a packet of ibuprofen, please?" I asked.

"You don't need to buy some dear. Let me take care of Edward and I will go get it," she said as I stepped aside. "How are you this morning?" she said to Edward.

"I'm well Mrs. Yorkie, and yourself?" he asked her and I was in a trance from his beautiful voice.

"I'm good dear. Did you get all settled in?" she asked him as I rudely stared at him. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"Yes I am. My brother and parents were a big help. It's good to be home," he said as he paid for his coffee.

"Oh, how rude of me," Mrs. Yorkie said. "Edward this is Bella. Bells this is Edward he just moved back home. He is the son of Esme and Carlisle Cullen," she said as I smiled at him. I knew Dr. Cullen from my many trips to the ER. I knew he had sons and I knew the youngest just turned thirty.

"Nice to meet you, Bella," he said smiling sweetly.

"You too, Mr. Cullen," I said trying to be respectful. I couldn't help but to smile at him when he started to laugh.

"Just Edward," he said as I nodded at him in understanding. "Thank you, Mrs. Yorkie, I will see you tomorrow," he said as he put his change back into his wallet.

"Bells, I will go get you some pain reliever," she said walking away from the counter.

"Headache?" Edward asked.

"Yes," I said not really wanting to talk about it with a total stranger.

"Who are your parents?" he asked. Why was he trying to make conversation with me?

"Um... my dad is Charlie Swan," I told him as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Here you go, Sweetie," Mrs. Yorkie said handing me a baggy of pills.

"Thank you," I said taking two pills and putting the rest in my jeans pocket.

"So, what happened?" she asked right in front of Edward, I was mortified.

"Nothing, just a headache," I said.

"Mmmhmm," she hummed as Edward stared at me. I paid for my drink and walked out the door with Edward hot on my heels.

"Bella, would you like to go out to dinner with me?" he asked and I was floored. I had never been asked out before. Before I could answer him, my phone rang. It was my father calling telling me that he wouldn't be home until late because he was going out. I asked him if I would be able to go out. He told me that he wasn't giving me any money, which wasn't a shocker. When I said I didn't need any he was okay with it. This would be the first time that I have been out in about a year.

"So... is that a yes?" he asked giving me a breath taking smile.

"I wouldn't have any money," I told him as she chuckled and shook his head.

"You don't need any money," he said as I smiled, blushing at him.

"Okay then," I said as we swapped numbers. I was excited, but so nervous at the same time.

My day dragged by. All I wanted to do was see Edward again and time was going so slow. At lunch Alice and Rose were giving me advice. They told me not to order anything that had garlic or onion in it. I told them I didn't really have anything to wear and Rose said that she would hook me up. I think she was just as excited as I was.

After school Rose brought me a khaki skirt and a red button up shirt. I tried on the outfit and everything fit. The only thing I was uncomfortable with was the shirt, it had snap buttons and my cleavage showed. Rose assured me that the buttons wouldn't snap open in the middle of dinner.

Edward had called me while I was getting ready and said he would be there by six. At five thirty I thought I was going to be sick. My nerves were shot and I didn't know if I was going to be able to go. I had so many thoughts running through my head. Would he like me? What would we have in common? Why did he want to go to dinner with me? What would we talk about?

Then, beside the questions that I was asking myself, I had other worries. I hoped that I wouldn't embarrass him or myself. I didn't want to be too quiet, but I didn't want to over talk. This was my first date and I wanted it to be perfect. When the doorbell rang I thought I was going to pass out. I was surprised that I was able to pull myself together.

When I opened the door Edward was all smiles. Of course he was the look of perfection. He had on a pair of black pants and a white button up shirt that was untucked. I thought he looked so sexy, and I didn't find men attractive often. There was something different about him and I didn't know what it was.

"You look beautiful," he said extending his hand for me to take.

"Thank you, you look amazing yourself," I told him taking his hand. I didn't understand the feeling that I felt when he wrapped his hand around mine. I felt at peace and comfortable, I wasn't nervous anymore. I was shocked that I was able to talk to him without stuttering.

He jumped right into getting to know me. He asked me about my likes and dislikes. Honestly, I really didn't know what to tell him. I told him that my favorite color was purple; I like to read and listen to all kinds of music. When I told him about my love for music, we surfed the radio stations and found that we liked a lot of the same songs.

I found out that his favorite color was blue, he lived in Chicago for the last five years, he had a business degree, and he and his brother were opening a bar and grill. I knew he was at least thirty, but the talk of age never came up.

During dinner I found it odd that he talked about such personal things. He wanted to know what I wanted in life. I told him at this point in time I had no clue. He wanted to know if I wanted kids, I told him yes. I did want kids. I wanted to be able to give them the life I always wanted. He asked if I was moving away when I was done with school. All I said was that I was moving out of my father's house. I didn't want to tell him I wanted to move away just in case something became of us. Part of me thought that would happen, but my negative side said it was too good to be true.

"I had a wonderful time with you tonight," he said as he walked me to the front door. I was glad to see that my father wasn't home yet. "Can I see you again?" he asked as I immediately said yes. I kicked myself internally for sounding so desperate.

All he did was smile at me as he moved closer to my face. He was still holding my hand and I still had the calming feeling. He asked if he could kiss me as our noses touched. I couldn't talk; this was going to be my first kiss. I was beyond excited. As soon as his lips touched mine I melted into him. I knew he had to be feeling something as well because he wrapped both of his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. As he kissed me I felt his tongue run along my bottom lip. I opened my mouth for him as he stuck his soft tongue into my mouth. My heart was racing and I was feeling light headed. I had a cold chill rock my body as I felt one of his hands grope my ass. I didn't want this to stop. All good things come to an end, though.

"Thanks you for dinner," I told him as I tried to catch my breath. We were still standing close to one another and his hands were still on my bottom.

"I hope we can do this again soon," he said as he kissed my forehead.

"I'll let you know, call me?" I asked looking up at him.

"Defiantly," he said with one of his breath taking smiles. "See you at the corner store in the morning? I'll buy you a soda," he said as I once again shook my head yes. "Great, then I will see you in the morning," he said kissing me once more. Reluctantly we pulled away from one another.

"Good night," I told him as he got to the bottom of the stairs.

"See you in the morning," he said as he walked to his car.

I was on cloud nine as I unlocked the front door to my house. After I was in the house I locked the door and headed for my room. As I opened my bedroom door I saw my father standing at my window that over looked our uncovered porch.

"So, now you're a slut?" he asked as he lounged at me.

Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think! I am going through these chapter and they will all be up soon. The plot will not change, so if you have read this story before you don't have to read it again.