I own no characters in twilight… Every one is human….
I fell to the ground of the kitchen from the impact of his fist.
"Why the hell do I have you as my daughter! I couldn't have a perfect, beautiful, smart daughter. NO I got you. The stupidest, ugliest, most imperfect daughter in the world! You are a disgrace to me! No wonder why Renee sent you to me. She couldn't bear to be around you." Charlie screamed as he pulled me back up by my hair. I didn't scream or cry. I just let him do what he did to me every day without expression. I was used to the beatings from Charlie. I got them almost all the time. Of course, I told nobody about him beating me. No body would believe me, even if I tried. I could only imagine what they would say, 'Bella Swan! You don't dare lie about chief Swan, your own father, and expect us to believe you!' All of the sudden, he threw me up against something and all went into blissful darkness.
I woke up the next morning in a puddle of blood. I groaned and got up, which really hurt. I could feel that I had a few bruised ribs and gasped as a pain shot through them. Stay strong Bells, you can do it. I thought to myself as I grabbed a mop and cleaned up the mess, cringing when I moved. When I was done with that, I walked up the stairs to my room slowly. I walked I and grabbed a white tee shirt, black hoodie, and black sweat pants, which I bought all myself thanks to my job, and headed to the bathroom that I shared with Charlie. I stripped my blood stained clothes off and stepped into the steaming shower. The hot water felt good against my bruised and broken body. After about twenty minutes, I got out and wrapped my towel around me. I took a look in the bathroom mirror to see what the damaged was. I gasped when I saw what was there. I had a black eye and a bruised cheek. Charlie was usually very careful not to bruise my face but last night he didn't care I guessed. I got dressed and put some concealer on my face, Trying to hide the bruises, which didn't exactly work to well. You could still see the bruises a little. I threw my brown hair up into a ponytail.I ran in my room and looked at the clock. I had five minutes until I had to leave for school. I put on a pair of black Reeboks and grabbed my bag. Just as I got down the stairs, I heard a beep. I ran outside to see a yellow Porsche sitting in my driveway. I opened the door to find my best friend Alice sitting in the front seat.
"Hey Al! What's up?" I asked sliding into the seat very slowly. She looked at me, her violet eyes examining my face.
"Bella?" she asked as she started driving to our little school.
"Yes?"
"Did you fall down the stairs or run into a door this time?" she asked, her eyes still concentrated on the road. I stopped breathing for a minute. I suspected that she knew something was up because my excuses were becoming old.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. She made a face. "Oh this! I-I just fell. No biggie" I finished, trying to sound nonchalant. I could tell by the expression on her face that she didn't believe a word I said. We finally got to school and I went to get out of her car when she grabbed my wrist.
"Bella, what's going on? I mean you come to school with bruises all the time and you try to play it off all like it's just because of your clumsiness. What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I replied, my voice shaking a little bit. Shock crossed her features.
"Oh my gosh Bella. You father doesn't do this to you does he?" she whispered, true concern etched on her face.
"Of course not!" I tried to sound appalled, but my attempt failed. I knew better than to lie to Alice. She wasn't stupid and I was sure she already knew what was happening.
"You know that if you ever want to talk, I'm here right?" she squeezed my wrist gently. I could see the sympathy in her eyes.
"Yea Alice, I know." I smiled at her gently. She let go of my wrist and I got out of the car. Not thinking, I slung my back pack to fast and it hit me on my side. I gasped as the pain traveled up to my ribs and I stumbled forward, running into someone hard.
