I sort of remember

crawling up into Daddy's lap,

when Dad was still Daddy,

holding my head against

his chest, soaking in

the comfort of his heat,

listening to the thump…thump,

somewhere beneath muscle

and breastbone. I remember

his arms, their sublime encircling,

and the shadow of his voice:

I love you, little girl.

Put away your bad dreams. Daddy's here.

I put them away. Until

Daddy became my nightmare,

the one that came home

from work everyday

and instead of picking me up,

chased me far, far away.

- Ellen Hopkins; Burned

A/N This is my new story. I hope you like it. None of the characters are mine. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Prologue: Bella POV

I was lost. I didn't know anybody and had absolutely no idea where I was, let alone where to go. He was out there, looking for me. I could feel it in my bones. If I didn't find somewhere to go he would find me. I crossed the street and got a feeling like I was being watched. I turned around and saw him. He was running toward me with anger plain on his face.

I ran left, into a big crowd of people. I couldn't let him get me. When I broke free of the crowd I could hear him, "Bella, get back here right now!" I saw him struggling his way through the load of people. So I ran, and ran, and ran….

*BAM!* I heard thunder crack. I'd never been happier to hear I raining in my life. This was the second night in a row that I had this nightmare. I didn't know why I was thinking about this so much. It had been three years. I was safe now; no one could hurt me.

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