Twilight: Bonnie Cullen.

"Firework"

Day time turned to night time dramatically quick in Forks.  So, it didnt surprise me that the twenty minutes id spent in the diner, had made a huge impact. Last time I was out, it was wet, but light. Now, the only thing that illuminated the damp streets was headlights and the sparsely placed street lamps .

I hated the dark. I was so afraid. Whether it was because my father used to only beat me in the dark. He would haven especially walked across the room, turned of the lights and began to traumatize me as I screamed for him to stop. I used to think It was because he couldnt bare it, couldnt bare seeing himself beat his daughter, but as years progressed...he forgot about the lights. Thats when I just came to the conclusion it was just for my terror. I didnt know how he was going to beat me.... or if... he was going to just beat me.

There was worse things he had done. Not as few months though. Maybe it was because he realized I was stronger than I was as the little girl who's room he used to come into at night and lock the door whilst he done unmentionable sick things to the child he supposed to love. Love. One emotion my father could never be capable off.

It started when I was nine. I used to lay in bed in terror of my father. hearing his steps up the stairs... my heart stopped. It continued for years, and Michael... poor michael was totally oblivious to the situation.  It stopped one night, about nine months ago. I was in the living room, watching tv when my father had staggered home from the bar at 9pm. Michael was at woek so thats why I was so afraid of what was coming next. My father pulled me tothe ground and began to undress me. I fought against him as he lay on top of me, pinning me down, his stale breath stinging my nostrils.

We fought like this for what seemed like minutes, fighting to keep my clothes on. I was wailing Michaels name now.

But in a moment of pure adrenaline,  I used all my might to push my molesting father of of me, and he landed with a thud of the floor. I picked up my shirt which he had tore of of me and pulled it over my vest. I looked down to my father  who was coming to his senses, threating to kill me. I told him to go ahead. I didnt care. I already felt like shit. My father, my own father violated me for years. In my own house. My home. I was supposed to feel safe there. I was standing at the front door, ready to leave, to find michael, call the police, everything. but then he said those dreaded words that changed my mind completely.

"Ill kill Michael." And I knew by the raged look in his drunken eyes that he wasnt messing around. My heartless father would and could kill Michael and not bat an eyelid. sick.

So I walked to my room, closed the door, and cried myself asleep. Waiting for michael.

So I made vow to myself that night, that I would never be alone with him again. Ever. Also that, god forbid, if it did... I would tell michael.

But so far, my father hadnt given me the chance.

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The lights were dim as I approached the library. The street was empty and had a serious eerie feel to it. I stood outside the double doors anxious to enter. I wanted to see Edward, see how he would react to me being there. Would he smile? Laugh? Even acknowledge me? I didnt know, but I was willing to find out. I ran my fingers through my hair one last time before straightening my jacket and checking the time. I  had an hour before Michael would have an amber alert out looking for me.
After standing staring at the doors, debating if I should go in or not, I gave in. Buck up Bonnie, whats the worst that could happen?  He could touch you and you karate chop his ass? My subconscious asks. God shes a bitch.
Not entirely thinking it threw, I stormed threw the doors abruptly. A little to abruptly considering I tripped over a trolley filled with books, fell flat on my stomach, the trolley and the books fell on top of me as I clutched my ribs in agony. Good going Bonnie, theyve only healed and you do this. I lay moaning in pain, totally oblivious to anyone and anything around me.
The room starts to spin and my vision goes hazy, with little stars. I couldnt even remember where I was.
Blackness begins to swell in my eyes, and I feel a hand touch my shoulder and another on my ribs. I start to thrash in pain, confused in my state, screaming.  I was so disoriented and I was always afraid when someone touched me, except Michael.
Michael would never hurt me.
I guess with the abuse from my father,  I hated physical contact. It especially made it worse considering my vision was getting darker and darker.
The last thing I can remember was a muffled mans voice telling me to calm down and everything would be alright.
Then it went totally black.