A/N: Hey guys it's been a while since I wrote my last story. This idea came to me when I was cleaning out my vacuum. (Ha-ha funny huh) Despite the funny way that I came up with this story topic this story is not funny. My last one was carefree and I wanted to show that I can write something with meaning. I own none of the original twilight characters that all goes to S. Meyer but the plot and the new characters not mentioned in the twilight saga are all mine!
Character Type: OOC
Paring: Edward & Bella
Rated: M for dark themes
Humans
Hope you enjoy it! Remember reviews are better than Edward and Bella!
Skin Deep
Chapter 1: House warming gift
BPOV
It's hard to believe that my life was so normal. I mean before the constant moving because my father thought the neighbors were catching on to him. I used to be a happy kid with a loving mother and father…but then my mother died leaving my father like a deer in the headlights. My mother Tracy was beautiful and loving, no one was like her and it was a terrible day when we found out about the accident. My mom was hit by a drunk driver while walking our dog Buster. Dad was hit worse he and my mother were in love since their freshman year in high school. Jonathan, my father was deeply saddened by my mother's passing. It's not like I wasn't hurt either I got help to deal with my sadness I spoke to a therapist. Jonathan however went into a deep depression he was constantly drinking and he soon became violent.
I started calling my dad Jonathan behind his back when he began beating me. It just seemed that I couldn't call him dad anymore when he had changed so much, he wasn't my father anymore he was my jailer now. Today I was getting ready for my new school it was my senior year and now I was in a small town called Forks. I didn't understand that part of it we were moving because my teachers back in Jacksonville started to notice my bruises. So why move into a small town where everyone knows everyone's business. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock from Jonathan on my bathroom door.
"Isabella, don't forget to cover up your bruises you don't need people seeing that on your first day giving us a bad rep." He yelled past the door. "Yes, dad I know I am doing it right now." I yelled back. Jonathan came home drunk last night sort of a house warming gift for my and beat me with a picture frame holding a picture of my mother a week before the accident. He told me the reason I was being punished was because I didn't unpack his porn videos before I unpacked myself. Sick isn't it he makes his own daughter unpack his porn.
While I was walking down the steps Jonathan stopped me the door. "Let me see" I moved my hair out of my eyes and pulled down my hood. I was constantly using my hair and hoddies to hide my body. Jonathan said that if a boy ever showed interest in me he would kill them and beat me because I belonged to him and no one else. It's not like anyone would show interest in my anyways I chose to exclude myself because if I ever finally got friends I didn't want them to get hurt and I knew anything could happen when my father was drunk and angry. "Let me see that beautiful smile" I smiled for him and he could tell it was forced. "Don't give me that shit I want to see an actual smile." He pulled my hair with so much force I toppled to the ground I knew better than to scream because when I screamed I was burned. It took me 10 screams to stop I have the burn scars to prove it all on my stomach and my back. I looked at him and smiled. He looked and smiled back with his head tilted and said in a quiet "that's better you look just like your mother."
My father kissed the top of my head and wished me good luck on my way to school. I said goodbye when he kissed me like that it started to scare me this meant that he was starting to sober up and realize what he had done to me. When that happens he acts overly sweet and tries to make me feel better for about a minute then its back to boozing it up and beating your kid till they pass out from the blood loss.
A/N: So what do you think I wanted something that people would take seriously this happens to people in everyday life. It isn't always vampire love stories.
Thanks for Reading Jade
