I came home to find I still had time left before sundown.
Charlie would be home soon, so I rushed to make his dinner and wrap up my leftover homework. I could see myself easily falling into the grind of school life, and I actually thanked the opportunity to be out of this hell hole of a house.
Suddenly, the slamming of a car door caught my attention. I wasn't done with his dinner, and I knew he'd be upset. The slam of the front door and shuffle of his boots told me he had stopped at the bar on the way home too.
I shivered in fear.
"Isabella, you get your sorry ass down here!" He hollered, before I dashed down the stairs to meet him. His eyes were blazing red and he swayed slightly where he stood. Before I knew it he had me by the hair, slammed up against the wall.
"What the hell do you call this shit? Where's my fucking dinner you slut?!" I cringed into the wall, afraid to speak. He slammed me again and again.
"Answer me you whore!" He screamed. I whimpered.
"I-I was j-just-" I started before he threw me to the ground with one punch. I could feel my ribs cracking as he kicked me repeatedly, moving to grab his belt. I screamed and fought as best as I could, but my shirt was ripped off my body and I was pinned to the ground by his heavy boot.
Blood splattered the floor as he whipped me until I couldn't breathe, 17 times before everything went black.
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The Dark Side of the Moon
FanfictionIsabella Swan has lived in Forks, Washington her entire life. The people of Forks remember her as the small child of Renee and Charlie Swan, two model citizens in the community and a wonderfully happy couple. They remember the tragic day when Renee...
