I will never stop loving you.....(Complete)

part 2...bell's POV

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~*~Bell's POV~*~

     I love the park. I thought to myself.  It's so  beautiful and peaceful here. Thank God everybody at my school thinks they're to cool for it! I smile and look towards the sky. Yay a storm is coming! i love lightening storms! the flashing lights are amazing! I jump off the bench and run towards my favorite thing at the park. Swings!

I grabbed the one in the middle and start to swing at fast and as high as i could get it.  I couldn't stop smiling and laughing at this feeling. Even when the rain started to come down. Right at this moment i felt as if i'm free and flying.

But then my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"GET HOME NOW!" My dad says to me.

"O-ok" i replied in a shaky voice. Then the line went dead.

Sigh. I hate my life. I thought as i look at my scared arms. Never again. I thought to myself. Never again with i go that far. I wont let him have control over my life. He can think and do whatever he wants but he will never see my cry or show any weakness in front of him again.

As I get off the swings and head towards my house i start to remember what my life use to be like before my mom left with my little sister Amy. That was 12 years ago. I don't really remember them except that i look like my mom. The light brown hair that i've dyed, the pricing baby blue eyes, and the light skin tone. And  i cant really remember my baby sister since i was 5 and she was just a few months old when my mom took off. I doubt they even think about me...sigh.

When i got home i saw my dad's truck parked in the drive way. Hmm maybe he's not staying long...he usually parks in the garage if hes staying that night at home....I pause at the door.

"Home sweet home." I say in a bitter tone and walk through the door. I froze when i saw what he had done to the house. I was trashed beyound any thing from the last times. OH NO! OH CRACKERS! HES DRUNK! I start to panic. My dad was an evil man already but i fear him the most when hes drunk. He gets this look in his black eyes that shot fear down my spine. I try to run to my room without being seen but it didnt work. I felt him grab me by my hair and pull me towards him.

"Wha'? No hug fo' your dear ol' pop?" he says in a drunken slur.

I look down at my feet and give him a quick hug knowing that if i dont obey things would just be worse....

"That's mor' like it." He said and moved his hand down my back. My heart started to race. Oh God, please not today. But his hands kept goin down. I couldnt take it i pulled away from him.

"Bell, Get. Over. Here. Now!" 

"NO!" i screamed. his face turned red.  Uh-Oh

I tried to run but he caught my arm and throw me againsts the wall hurting my side. I slide down and gasped at the pain when he kick me. I had pulled myself in to a ball trying protecting my sides from more pain. Then he kicked me in the face. It hurt so bad that i felt as though i was going to pass out but i fought it because i didnt want to show any sign of weaknesses.

"Your nothing but a whore. Just like your mother." And with that he left out the front door.

Before i tried to get up I waited till i heard the truck start and pull away. When i moved all the pain shot through me again and i blacked out.

~*~3 hours later ~*~

I opened my eyes trying to remember where i was. I tried to move but the pain and the memories all shot at me together i groaned in pain but i had to get up. i was able to get up and lean against the wall. When i looked at the time i saw that it was past 11:00 p.m.

I got up and it was so hard to breath. It felt as though i was panting. I walked to the bathroom. Oh God. I looked in the mirror and saw a big bruse forming right under my eye and my lip busted. sign its sweater time for me tomorrow. Man i was able to go a whole week without it last week. Oh well its not like people there even notice me....

I took one more look in the mirror, then i turned away and began to wash my face and got ready for bed. As i was drifting in and out of sleep i kept hoping he would leave and never some back. But i know that i have at least a week without him. I was finally able to fall asleep at 12:30 but before i did, i had this feeling that tomorrow was going to be a day that will change a lot in my life but i couldnt tell if it was good or bad.....

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