The Abused girl (twilight) completed

Forks

Lilly's p.o.v

I packed the rest of my clothes in my bags and went downstairs where my dad was waiting for me so we could leave and not come back to this place that had so many bad memories, now we can make new bad memories at our new house yay .... not .

" Hurry up" he growled angrily glaring daggers at me that could make a child cry

Yeah I said growled my dad happens to be a shapeshifter but he said that cause I'm a girl i apparently can't be a shapeshifter which I think isn't true and is very offensive to girls. But only way to find out is to wait and see if I ever will shift .

" Ok dad" I whispered terrified of my own dad, which is pretty shit to say but I can't deny the truth. He was never like this when my mum was alive, her death affected him so much

He grabbed me by my hair making me drop my bags and threw me into a wall, I struggled to stand back up but managed to get back on my feet. My neck sore as anything and my back throbbing but I held back the tears, he gets even more mad when I cry.

" Don't call me your dad ever again, you worthless piece of shit" my dad hissed before grabbing my bags and walking to the car which I slowly followed him

I got in the back of the car cause I'm not allowed to sit in the front seat, my dad said he doesn't wanna sit near a ugly shit like me which is true I guess . I've been told I'm ugly so much I'm actually believing it now, as much as I told myself I would never it gets hard after so many times.

*5 hours later*

I looked out my to see a welcome to forks sign , we have never lived in such a small town before especially with such a little amount of people . So this experience should be something new and interesting

Dad stopped the car in front of a one story house made from bricks which were a dark brown colour, it didn't have many windows and the driveway was dirt and gravel , it looked pretty terrible to be honest. Must've been cheap on the market .

I went inside after grabbing my bags and the walls where painted light brown and everything from our old house was already here, piled up for us to unpack by the movers... I mean for me to unpack as my dad won't touch a single box.

Dad come up from behind me, grabbed a hand full of my hair and dragged me to a door which I think goes to the basement, I yelped at how rough he was with my hair and could feel my eyes start to tear up but held it back.

He opened the door and threw me inside, I landed with a bang on the hard cement ground after basically being thrown over the stairs to get back into the house, I groaned in pain while my dad threw my bags at me. One hit my head and it had to be a heavy bag didn't it .

He slammed the door shut and I heard him lock the door, I stumbled to my feet and turned on the light which I was surprised is even down here because of how dirty and old it looked. I rubbed my sore head while looking around.

The walls and ground are all made of cement making it very cold, there is a single bed with old brown blankets, a door which goes to a bathroom and I was surprised to see a shower, toilet, sink and mirror in the bathroom, I was even more surprised that there was even a bathroom . It wasn't in the best condition but a little tidy up will make it look a bit better.

I had a shower which my dad took off the hot water for the basement so it was very cold and got dressed in grey sweatpants, a large grey t shirt, grey socks and yes I do know its a lot of grey but its the only clothes my dad gives me, he says I have to wear dull colours to match my personality.

I brushed my teeth cause I knew dad wouldn't let me out or give me anything to eat so I just laid on my bed for a bit , I sat up and grabbed one of my bags pulling out a book . I started reading as I heard my dad move around upstairs noisily and the tv blaring .