Don't really have much to say except: 1) PLEASE REVIEW!!!! and 2) Here's chapter 2!!! :).

Chapter 2

Flashback (continued from Chapter 1):

RING! RING!

My alarm clock's shrill buzzer roused me from my sleep. I slammed down the snooze button and pressed another button that turned it off permanently, all the while, surges of pain shot through my arm.

What did he do to me last night? Other than rape me.

I brought my arm up for inspection to discover a large bruise about 4 inches long covering my lower arm. I sighed and forced myself to sit up. I stumbled into the bathroom to wash off the tears and blood from the previous night. I ran the bath water made it as warm as it could get. I lowered myself slowly into the water, wincing as my cuts stung.

I scrubbed every inch of my body, but the filth of what he had done- of what I had LET him do, it stayed.

End of Flashback

And then so began a year long torture. He would beat me daily, usually after work. While he would hurt me, he would tell me I'm worthless. That I'm a whore. That I'm a slutty bitch that would never amount to anything. That I would never be wanted by anyone but him.

At first I screamed every time, but gradually, I learned to hold them in. Keep it bottled up. Screaming only made him angrier, and he would punch and kick me harder.

And then in the morning, I would wash the physical evidence off. But no matter how long or how hard I washed myself, the dirtiness of that very first night never seemed to go away. After my morning bath, I would break out the heavy makeup to cover my bruises and cuts from the night before, and in no time, I would be ready for school, and mostly have no one suspicious of anything out of the ordinary.

But I wasn't really all that worried about anybody finding out at school. I was pretty much isolated from the social circle at Forks High School. After that first night, Mike tried to talk to me at school, find out what happened, but I broke up with him in the lunchroom, two days after, the incident. He got really mad and wouldn't even look my way. Luckily, that's exactly what I wanted. I knew to keep this quiet, I couldn't come in contact with anyone. They might notice make-up starting to wear off, or something like that. Friends would notice little things like that, and I wouldn't ever risk letting it slip that I was abused by my dad. I knew that would be the last mistake I ever made.

And maybe, if things had stayed the same, I might have been living in abuse until I was 18 and have to endure 2 more long years of it. That was how I planned to to do it - wait it out till college.

But then Edward Cullen enrolled in Forks High School.

So, ya. Pretty much the same speech as at the end of chappy #1. But I'd also like to thank the few of you that do review most all of my stories. You guys are the reason I continued my writing. Now, please teach a lesson to all my other readers, and tell them: I don't write unless you do :).

Love ya all!

-Untruthful :)