I stepped into my school in Forks, Washington, and the most boring place on the planet.
When people looked at me, Isabella Marie Swan, I guess all they saw was an average seventeen year old girl.
If they only knew how wrong they were.
Renee was fifteen and Charlie eighteen when they first met in a bus in Tacoma, Washington. They were two different people and came from two different worlds. Renee was well bred and brought up with culture while Charlie lived in a small, crappy two bedroom apartment with his prostitute mother. Yet they still developed a fast relationship.
Renee's parents didn't like him and his background however and dismissed Renee's idea of a marriage with him.
Angry and upset, Renee and Charlie ran together to Forks, Washington. They pooled most of their money to buy a small cottage house there.
Two years later, when they both were able to be legally married they fled to Las Vegas and two days later on their honeymoon I was conceived.
Renee's parents couldn't care less what she did now and had totally banned her from any family contact. They hadn't even acknowledged the fact that they had a granddaughter just a few miles away.
Charlie's mother didn't care at all either when I was born. She just saw it as one less mouth to feed when Charlie left.
My two parents, who were barely able to support themselves, cared for me and nurtured me like any parent would. I had a good life for ten years until something went horribly wrong.
Considering the environment Charlie had lived in in Tacoma he had taken on the character that came with living there.
He slapped Renee a few times, nothing major. When I was nine a slap or two became a few slaps, then it became a few slaps and a kick but when I was ten years old that became full on abuse. But the development did not stop there, at eleven years old the abuse was combined with heartless rape.
I remembered sitting on the steps, in an angle where Charlie couldn't see me, sobbing quietly for my mother and all the pain she was feeling when he hit at her and slapped at her face and raped her wherever he pleased, not thinking that she was his wife and loved him undoubtedly and would give him sex if he asked.
I was sitting in my room, one day, reading a book my friend left me, when my mother walked in, her face bruised from last night's beating. But I had long begun to ignore the bruises that were so frequent then.
"You're getting a sister Bella dear." She said.
I wasn't as happy to hear that because I knew that my younger sister would have to endure the life I now did. She, unlike me, would never feel the gentleness of Charlie's hands and the soft words of an encouraging father. Only harsh words and loud screams from and emotionally distressed mother that was too busy staying alive and not really caring about me, much less an infant that would need more love than I needed.
None the less Hope Swan was born twelve years after me and a year later Paige Swan.
Renee had allowed me to name Hope. I thought that by seeing Hope Charlie would realize what kind of loving family he had. I literally had hope that he would stop his abuse but unfortunately for Renee it only got worse.
Because of the fact that Renee was neither emotionally nor physically stable I, the older sister, had to step up and be their clinging rock and support.
I never understood how Renee could stand being hit at and screamed at every minute of the day. I surely wouldn't have been able to stand it.
I was packing my bag hurriedly to get to school and to take the girls to nursery school when Renee approached me and gave me a loving hug that I hadn't had for a few years. Tears streaked her face when she let go. She hugged Hope and Paige and left an album on the table.
I had picked it up and skimmed through it. Most of the pages contained pictures of me, her and Charlie…them at the hospital where I was born…a picnic when I was five…us at the hospital with Hope….a picture with us when Paige was born. Renee held her last born, unsmiling with me at her side holding Hope. Charlie had been working and couldn't have been there.
That was it. No more pictures. No more joyous times to document in an album. The best of Renee had been ruined.
She had hugged Hope and Paige and stepped out the door.
"I love you so much girls." She said.
That was the last time I had seen Renee. She couldn't stand the despair and had fled to God knows where.
Charlie had been furious when he found out and had threatened to kill her if he ever saw her again.
With no one to hurt Charlie had begun to take out his aggression on me. Hitting me every chance he got.
And finally, the bridge I had been dreading that he would cross.
I was fifteen; it had been only a few months ago since Renee left.
"Hello my sweet." He had said, collapsing onto the sofa. I had smelled the alcohol and cautiously stepped back. When I saw him get up I was about to run but he was too quick. Charlie seized my hand and ruthlessly pinned me to the hard wooden floor.
"Please daddy!" I had begged. "Don't hurt me." But my plea fell on deaf ears because he had already stripped off my panties and had managed to unbuckle his pants while still pinning me to the floor.
He had placed the condom on him and Charlie had heartlessly raped me on the floor, taking the virginity of his eldest daughter.
"You little bitch." He had said when he was over torturing me. "Next time when a man wants some sex from you make sure he's satisfied."
I had gotten up, ignoring the blood on the floor, and had collapsed onto my bed upstairs. I had felt so numb. I didn't even care that I was messing up my sheets. I had curled up in my sheet. The girls had crept into my room and had held me while I cried my heart out.
That had been the worst night of my life.
"Hello Bella." Jessica said, interrupting my little day dream. She stopped right in front of me. Lauren and Samantha smiled at me.
"What do you want Stanley?" I grumbled angrily.
I had never gotten over what Jessica had done to me. Though we were as different as night is from day we had still managed to stay best friends from kindergarten way into high school.
Jessica was talkative, funny and a total gossip and I was quiet and shy. We had each other's back, though I would say she always had my back since anybody that came into Jessica's path was crushed into pieces.
When we came into junior high Jessica had this dream of being the most popular girl at school. I didn't really care about the whole thing and besides I couldn't be popular even if I wanted to. I was boring and most all I was being chained to my house like a dog in a kennel.
There had been four popular girls then, Samantha, Lauren and the twins, Kelly and Kathy. Those two were the 'head' of the clique and when they moved to Miami Lauren had, second hand, asked Jessica to join them.
Jessica had completely launched into bitch mode after that, completely alienating all of her friends in the process, including me.
"Nothing Bella, can't I say hi to my best friend?" She whispered in my ear when Lauren and Samantha weren't paying attention.
I rolled my eyes. "Best friend my ass!" I shouted, drawing Lauren's attention. Samantha kept staring at the hamster that drew her attention and tilting her head as if it was Jesus in the flesh. "Idiot" I muttered under my breath.
"What's going on with you Swan?" Lauren shouted rhetorically. "Anyway c'mon Jessica, don't want to be caught 'round her. Let's go." It hurt the way she said my name, as I it was garbage and it hurt even more to know that the only real friend I've ever had had deserted me.
Jessica walked away quietly and mouthed 'sorry.' I nodded and she turned away and began to laugh hysterically to a joke Samantha just said.
I walked into the bathroom, made sure it was empty and locked it. I stared at myself in the mirror. I could so be a make-up artiste. It took real skills for me to know how to conceal those marks of violence that so frequently scarred my face.
I took out the knife I always had from my bag. I rolled up the long sleeves of my shirt and cut my arm in an X pattern. I had many times considered just cutting through my veins. I always wandered how it would feel having life just drain from you, ready and prepared to either meet your maker or, in my case, the devil himself. But I would never try it.
I bandaged the cut and fixed the sleeves. No matter how much I wanted to I would never commit suicide because sitting at nursery school were two little beautiful angels that expected me to be their mother, father, sister and provider.
I brushed my hair and stepped outside the minute the school bell rang.
Bella, I thought. Are you ready for another day?
I walked into the cafeteria and sat down next to my usual crew, Angela, Katie, Eric, Tyler, Ben and a few other people I tended to ignore.
When I sat down, Angela, the usual one to first acknowledge me, ignored me and stuck her head in the conversation.
"Yeah Angela did you see them?"Katie asked. She looked towards the ceiling. "Edward looks as if he's an angel from above."
Both Angela and I giggled. "Who's Edward?"I asked when I got settled. From the way Katie was describing him I was dead sure I would've remembered his face.
Tyler quickly updated me. "Edward and Alice Cullen are fraternal twins. They just moved here from Los Angeles, God knows why, with their aunt and uncle."
"Yeah," Eric said. "Their parents were wealthy and lived in Los Angeles but when they died in a plane crash to Boston their aunt Esme and her husband Carlisle adopted them and took them to New York, where they live. But Carlisle and Esme were already planning on moving here so they brought them."
"Oh" I said, "And how do you know all this?"
"Because" Eric replied, biting a huge chunk of his hot dog. "I overheard Jessica telling her loyal subjects and no doubt she got it from her mother who would've got it from a reliable source."
I believed the story after that. Mrs. Stanley, like her daughter, was a huge gossip and knew everybody's business in Forks. But the only thing that separated her from Jess is that Mrs. Stanley checks her info first and doesn't go spreading false rumors.
"Where are they?" I asked.
Angela pointed to a table with a very short girl with very spiky hair. It suited her structure. She sat chatting amiably with her twin Edward.
He was all Katie said and more! Edward Cullen was gorgeous!
His hair had a very strange color; it seemed bronze with splashes of light brown that I only noticed when his head tilted into the line of the sun that was so scarce in Forks.
He was built, his close fitting shirt revealed that!
Their clothes were just what we wore, shirts, jeans and cute sneakers or slippers, but anyone could tell from a mile away that their attire was definitely designer origin.
Angela shook my shoulder. "Bella" She said quietly. "We know he's hot but there's no reason to stare."
I blushed scarlet red when she said that. I turned my head and started to eat my pizza. I nearly threw it back up however when I saw Samantha walk over to their table.
"Oh no" I said. Katie followed me gaze and cast Samantha an evil glance but she didn't see it.
"Ugh, that's boy number two scratched off my list because of the bitch triplets." She said with disgust. She threw down her burger.
I smiled slightly. Unlike her I was used to them practically ruining my life. Well, not them, more like Larry and Sammy.
I watched enviously as Samantha led Edward and Alice to their table.
Katie's eyes followed their every move. When Jessica saw us staring at them she sent us a blow kiss. Katie, having a short temper, stood up but Angela managed to coax her back down.
Jessica smiled and turned around.
"That….that bitch!" Katie screamed. I could say the same thing. Jess had been her friend as well. And she was just as hurt from her betrayal.
"Cool down Katie." I said.
"I'm trying to Bella but Jess just pushes me over the edge sometimes. She's worse than the other two." She said, rubbing her temples.
"I know." Angela agreed. "She get's to me too. But one day those two are going to leave her and find someone else to worship. I was in the bathroom the other day and before they realized I was there they started insulting her…..just like that. I mean those aren't real friends at all! I just hope she sees that before it's too late."
"Or," Katie said. "They could bite her in her ass and we get the pleasure of seeing her crawl back to us."
Angela and I laughed.
Jessica would deserve that, she surely would.
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