So This Is my new story, I Hope you guys like It (:

Disclaimer: I do not Own Twilight.

I lay on the floor wondering when this torture will end. Everything hurts, inside and out. I practically crawl to my bed and curl under my sheets drifting off into my never peaceful sleep. This is my routine for whenever my father, Charlie, rapes and beats me. Ive learned to understand that this is what fate wanted me to live through in life. Whether fate is trying to make me stronger or if its trying kill me is what I have yet to figure out.

Charlie began beating me right after my mum left us for some rich ass. He tells me if I was a good girl like other kids she would have stayed. I was 11. I am now 15 and live in Texas on a farm. I'm glad I live so far away from the neighbors. I don't want them to hear me when I scream as Charlie beats me or cry when he rapes me. Charlie works as a farmer...Who would've thought!... He tells people I'm home schooled but in reality I get forced to work on the farm from early morning till late at night. I get hardly any sleep because I do want an education so I stay up teaching myself spelling and reading by reading books.

My Nightmare tonight began with me cooking dinner for Charlie, a regular thing in reality, and when I served it to him the marinate on the chicken wasn't right so he beat me to a pulp. I then flashed to a gravestone, I realized it was me. I died when Charlie beat me because of his dinner. It was my funeral, No-one was there, just a few passers by that I didn't even know.

I woke suddenly in a sweat. I turned to the clock and realized that I would have to start Charlie's daily bacon and eggs on toast breakfast in forty – five minutes. I decided to pull out My Sisters keeper and study. I loved this book and read it frequently although I still don't know all the words. After I read a few chapters I decided to go downstairs and cook Charlie his breakfast before going out to work on the farm. I heard the shower going which was my cue to start his coffee. By the time he came down, I got the food and coffee on the table just in time. He doesn't like when I'm late.

"There is a list of jobs to do on your bedside table, I'm going out fishing with the guys. They better be done. I want Chicken Enchiladas tonight. Be ready by 7" He said with no hint of him caring for me. Most of the time thats what I thought. He didn't care about me but he kept me around to do his work. He went fishing a lot leaving me to do the chores. I couldn't argue or complain, I learned that the hard way.

I just said OK and went up to my room to see what today's requirements were. I picked up the list.

Empty and Clean Chicken coop.

Feed all animals.

Clean up the cows shit.

Clean up the dogs shit.

Clean every inch of this house including the Attic. Don't forget the doorhandles and light switches. Last time was fucking terrible.

Do It. Right.

It was a four bedroom home with two living rooms and 3 bathrooms. We acquired it when My mum was still with us. She was a lawyer, a very successful one at that. She quit her job when she moved out with Rich Ass saying we could keep the house because she would just get a better one anyway.

When I heard Charlie leave, I opted not to have a shower and have one before I made his dinner. I'm just going to get hot and sweaty anyway. I had nothing better to do than clean. I have 1 friend that Ive never even met, her name is Leah. She lives in a Town beside the beach called La Push. Ive seen pictures of her and the beach. Id do anything to go there. We send one letter a week, sometimes two. Charlie doesn't know about Leah, I could see him saying she will distract me from my work.

I changed into mini shorts and a singlet and went outside and began my requirements. I loved animals so feeding them didn't bother me at all. Cleaning up there shit however was a different story, especially cow crap. We owned 15 cows , about 7 hens and 2 roosters and 2 dogs Buster and Lilly. Buster was the farm dog, he is a Border Collie with the white and black coat. Lilly is my personal dog, Mum gave her to me just before she left. In a way, Lilly is my little part of Mum that I still have. Shes a King Charles Caviler Spaniel and I love her. Shes been with me through everything and goes everywhere with me.

After I met the requirements of outside I went inside, turned on the radio and begun cleaning. Lilly sat on the stairs knowing she cant go on the furniture, I would pay for that mistake, not her. I started on the living rooms then the bathrooms. I was onto the kitchen when the door rung.

"Coming!" I yelled. I told Lilly to stay, stopped the dishes, walked to the door and opened it. Standing in front of me was a woman in her late 20's, early 30s with blond hair in a bun. She had blue eyes and was wearing black dress pants, a red blouse with a black cropped jacket. She also had ruby red heels on, I fell in love with them

"Isabella Marie Swan?" She asked.

"Uh yeah." I said a little bit weary of who would know my name. No-one knew me.

"My Name is Jane. Jane Volturi, I'm here to take you to a better family."

Thoughts??????

Should I ditch or Keep?

R&R PLEASE! It really does mean alot to me

Sara xo.