Broken

Bella's POV

Chapter 1

Hello

"Isabella Swan!" the principal bellowed from his office at 8:30 this morning.

I sighed and walked inside, "What's up, Mr. P?" I asked plopping myself into the chair before his big dark cherry wood desk.

Mr. Williams, Forks High Schools principal, took in my appearance; no dirt, no dishelmed hair or anything. "Are you sure you're the one that got into the fight, Isabella?" he asked confused.

I thought back to this morning, in the parking lot, about fifteen minutes before I was in here. "Well…"

Back Flash!

I was early, way early. Though that was fine…less time to deal with her. I grimaced as I remembered why I liked school so much.

As I pulled my black dodge into the large parking lot, I frowned; seems like I'm not the only person here for the first day of school. Lauren Mallory, Jessica Stanley, Mike Newton, and Tyler Crowley, were all crowded over one of the picnic tables about four yards away from me. 'Ugh!' I thought. I've known them all my life and they've always hated me. 'Well, I hate them too.' Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lauren and Jessica giggling, talking and pointing over to me, not even being subtle about it.

I chuckled, "Bitches." I muttered jumping out of the font seat and on to the black top. I dug through my bag, as I heard giggles and snickers from the table of poplars', looking for my navy blue, button-up, collared shirt. Forks high had a dress code; boys: tan/white/khaki pants, navy blue button up collared shirt/white button up collared dress shirt, black/white/brown tennis shoes. Girls: tan/white/khaki jeans/skirts, navy blue, button-up, collared shirt, black/white/brown tennis shoes/heels.

I wore khaki cargo jeans with my black and white checkered Vans, a black and purple stripped, spaghetti strapped shirt underneath my navy blue. While looking for my blue school shirt, I didn't hear them approaching, "Swan." Lauren hissed as I spun around to find all of them crowded around me.

I stood my ground, "Mallory." I glared at each of her followers and they backed up a bit but not much.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked I raised an eyebrow questioningly "Wearing that?" she clarified.

"oh…" I replied without looking down at my shirt, I just continued searching my big bag for my shirt. I suddenly felt my cheek start to sting; I glanced up at Lauren to find her smirking evilly. I narrowed my eyes and dropped my bag. "ok, Mallory." I said calmly popping my knuckles, neck, and back. Then pulling my hair into a high ponytail and turned to her muscles locked "Hit me one more time and you'll be kissing the fucking concrete." I growled keeping my hands from turning into fists.

She and her friends laughed as she pulled her hand pack, and smacked me across the face, "You told me to hit you one more time." She stated in a nasally voice.

I popped my jaw, balled my hands up and pulled my right hand back and slingshot it back at her. I heard a small crack and then her high-pitched wail; she was holding her nose as blood gushed from it. Then Jessica jumped in pulling my hair "You bitch! Lauren didn't do anything to you!" she screeched into my ear. I just yawned, once I had enough of the tugging I yanked my elbow back as hard as I could and heard a small pop and then her scream!

"Don't. Fuck. With. Me!" I yelled kicking Lauren in the gut twice before kicking Jessica in the head three times. "How many times am I going to have to tell you people this? I don't want to hurt you!" I smirked when they ran away and pulled out my shirt just as three cars piled into the parking lot.

One canary yellow Porsche, one red BMW, and one silver Volvo. I rolled my eyes 'rich people. Ugh!' I thought shuddering. Soon, I heard the assistant principal over the intercom "Will Isabella Swan, please come to the office? Isabella Swan come to the office?" I sighed and walked past the Volvo pulling my shirt on over the comfort of my black one. "Isabella-!"

"I'M COMING, BITCH!" I shouted as I walked to the front doors.

"Thank you." She said.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

End Flash back

"Yea…it was me." I said with a hint of a smile in my voice "Why?"

"You have no marks of being hit, except for the red hand print on your cheek." I nodded as he pointed this out. "It's your first day of school, you won't be suspended but if this happens again you will be." He threatened.

I nodded as I stifled a yawn "Can I go?" I asked impatiently fidgeting in my seat.

"Yes. You will be headed off to your second class. Have a nice day Miss Swan." He said cheerfully.

"Not likely," I muttered stalking out of the office and rushed to my locker. I dropped my bag and took off my shirt once more before grabbing another blue one except it was longer and it cupped my butt. I sighed and dashed to my next class; Technology.

I entered the room he was taking roll "Isabella Swan?" he droned in a bored tone.

I ran up to him and handed him my pass, before he pointed me to my seat; in between two boys.

"Today is free day. Do anything you want. Don't turn your music up too loud. If there's vulgarity don't listen to it. If you want it loud bring headphones." He droned again walking to his seat.

"I swear that guy has no voice," I muttered logging on to my yahoo in one tab, and going onto YouTube in another.

"You're telling me," the boy to my right whispered back. I turned to him; he had shaggy blonde hair that fell into his bright baby blue eyes and pale skin. "I'm jasper Hale."

I nodded "Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella." I said typing in one of my favorite bands, 30 minutes to Mars- The kill, in the YouTube search box and turned it down a couple notches. "I love this song." I stated softly sing-along with the lines.

'What if I wanted to break

Laugh it all off in your face…

What would you do?

(Oh, Oh)

What if I fell to the floor

Couldn't take this anymore…

What would you do, do, do?'

Just as that finished a hand slapped mine and exited out of my YouTube page. "What the fu-?"

"I said no vulgarity." Mr. Carlson said once again in a monotone voice.

I glanced at Jasper, "Did you hear any vulgarity?" I asked, "Because I sure as hell did not."

"I was talking about killing someone," he stated getting on my last nerve, "and in my book that is vulgarity."

I frowned and stood up getting in his face, "First off, is talking about life with an abuser. Second, I'm not in the mood to listen to your voice, ok?" I yelled in his face.

"You know what?" he asked. I arched an eyebrow daring him to say anything to piss me off any farther. "Just go get some headphones, Miss Swan." He sighed and walked back to his chair.

I rolled my eyes and dug through my pockets for my earplugs "Where the hell did I put them?" I muttered to myself as I dug deeper.

"Are these it?" a smooth voice asked from beside me.

My eyes darted upward to my right, Jasper was googling something. Then to my right, the guy I had yet to speak to was holding my phone in his palm as if they were jewels. "Thanks," I sighed out plugging them into the Logitech speakers. "I didn't catch your name. I'm Isa-."

"Isabella Swan." He finished for me, I quirked an eyebrow. "I think everyone, that was in the parking lot earlier this morning, knows who you are." He explained smiling slightly.

I tilted my head to the side, studying him. He had gorgeous bright emerald green eyes, pale skin like Jaspers, a weird bronze of color hair, and a face that looked as if it were carved in by angels and demons. (Meaning he could look angelic when he wanted or he could look demonic also.) "What do you mean in the parking lo?" I asked hearing the light click sound once I pushed my earphones into the hole. (If you understood any of that I congratulate you! Lol)

He chuckled "Oh Isabella…" he laughed turning back to his computer screen, "First you get into a fight with those two blonde bitches," he smirked at that then continued, "then you're called up to the office while you're screaming right back at them that you're coming." He laughed as I did. "oh and of course I could never forget when you pulled your school shirt over that black one."

That's when I felt my face heat up "Shit," I muttered totally embarrassed, "sorry about that…? You never old me your name." I reminded him raising an eyebrow curiously.

"Edward Cullen," he smiled and plugged his headphones in also as I glanced at the screen. "By the way," he whispered as I tried, once again, to get a look at what he was listening to, "I love this song to."

I nearly dropped dead once I heard his soft voice sing my most cherished songs "Wow," I muttered as I turned back to my screen and started the song over. As I silently sang to myself Jasper seemed to lean in closer, I pressed pause and whispered "What?"

He blinked "You and…and him…a-amazing voices." He finally stuttered out I looked at him as if he should be in the crazy house. "When you guys sing together it's…whoa!"

I nodded "Ok, Jasper…Edward has an amazing voice, not me." I pointed out before the bell rang. "Damn that class was a bitch!" I yelled over the nasally noise.

"What do you have next?" Edward asked from behind me, he was tugging on a dark grey zip-up hoodie with holes for his thumbs.

I smiled at the similar-nes in his jacket and mine; I had light grey and dark lilac stripped. I remembered his question and scanned my paper over, "ugh! I groaned, "trigonometry, you?" I asked hopefully.

"Trigonometry." He answered frowning at his paper. "So you hate trig, huh?" he asked as we made our way to Mr. Varner's class.

I nodded enthusiastically "oh yea! Despised it since I understood it meant harder math." I said with a grimace.

"Same here. Thought this year, it sucks even more." He muttered darkly when we got to the door.

"Why is that?" I asked curiously once I plopped down in the last seat in the last row, near the window.

He groaned as he sat in front of me "My peppy sister, Alice, is in here with us, this period, this class…" he sighed as he watched the door. "I hate my life."

I slowly nodded my head pulling out my IPod, courtesy of my Dad, Charlie "Join the club." I muttered for only me to hear but then again I believe he heard; he nodded slowly when I finished talking.

Edward groaned extra loudly as a small, girl, with pale skin, bright green eyes, and black hair with its ends going in every direction. I could see why Edward wanted to hide from her; she was so happy and excited I could feel I radiating off of her as her eyes darted around the class, past all of the students. "God help me…" Edward pleaded putting his hands together as he was praying. "Wait! What the hell am I doing?" he asked a loud as I stared at him trying not to laugh.

"Being scared of your peppy little sister," I looked past him seeing her smile and make her way down the last aisle to Edward, "oh and she's about two feet from you." I warned him just as she tapped his shoulder.

"Hey Eddie!" she squealed I blinked shocked and bit my lip trying not to laugh aloud, but I think a couple giggles fell lips. "You didn't tell me you made a new friend! Why didn't you tell me you made a new friend? God, Edward, you're supposed to tell me everything! I bet Emmet knows because Emmet always knows first, and just because he's one of he stupid idiotic guys!" She ranted all in one breath as Edward just stared at her with no emotion on his face other than annoyment. "Are you even listening to me?" She screeched that pushed the limit as I just fell out of my chair laughing as hard as I could. "What's with her? God, Edward you need to pick better friends, especially girls." I just laughed harder at her voice and then I soon heard Edward join in with me.

"Du-dude...when you said she was…peppy I thought it was normal!" I was cracking up real bad, my sides and stomach started to hurt. "Ow! Shit! Fuck Renee is going to kill me!" I exclaimed jumping up completely stopping the laughing frenzy Edward and I were in. "I'll be right back." I muttered out through gritted teeth.

Alice and Edward looked very worried as I ran out of the classroom, down the hall, and into the girls' bathroom. "Shit!" I whined out the word as I pulled my shirt above my head. My stomach wound had opened and blood had seeped through the bandages and into both of my shirts. I took both of them off and peaked out of the door, the halls were empty, we couldn't afford cameras inside the building and my locker was two lockers down from were I was standing.

'Ok, first run to your locker,' I thought the instructions and did them. I ran o my locker with my shirts clutched to my stomach sopping the blood; my too small black lacy bra showing to the world.

'Ok, good. Now, open your locker and pull out your extra shirts.' My inner voice instructed and I did so, snatching a dark blue shirt from the small, neat pile on the top shelf of the small closet, and a dark grey, silk, small spaghetti strapped shirt. Plus, the extra bandage supply I have in there also.

'Great! Almost done, now sprint back to the girls' bathroom without making eye contact with Edward. Who, by the way, is walking down the hall worried about your little run out.'

'What?' I mentally screamed at the voice keeping my head ducked down trying to run fast to the girls' bathroom.

'Sorry I didn't see him ill just then.'

'Yea, you're a lot of help!' I shot back sarcastically.

"Bella, I understand that you're embarrassed by walking around like that, but don't ignore me." Edward said grabbing my unclothed shoulder and spinning me around, looking at nothing but my face. "Are you ok?" he asked his deep emerald eyes piercing into mine.

"Yea," I nodded my head up and down as I moved from his grasp and towards the girls' room. "Just give me five minutes, ok?" I didn't wait for an answer as I slipped through the door and leaned against it.

After about two minutes, I pulled my, now, blood drenched shirts away from my stomach and into the girls' sink, running hot water over them. Then ripped the bandages from my stomach, I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming out loud as I pulled fresh skin off of the deep gash. Tears threatened to fall as the blood spilled from the gash and down to the paper that was blocking the waist of my jeans. "Oh God," I whimpered as I wiped some of the dripping blood from my stomach and squired some Neosporin on the gash and all around it. As I was treating my wound I thought about the other night and what led to this deep cut just above my belly-button.

Last night, Bella's house.

"Bella…" Renee, my mother, slurred while walking into the kitchen. I was reading Romeo and Juliet for like the fiftieth time, trying to understand what the hell they were saying. (AN- It's true! I've read he book four times and seen the old and newer version of it so many times I lot count after ten! And I still don't understand a damn they say!!) "Bella!" she yelled when she was right in front of me.

I looked up at her and sighed "What do you want this time Renee?" I asked exasperated.

The sudden sting on my right cheek was not expected "You don't speak to me that way, Isabella!" I heard Renee scream and lash out another smack.

"What the hell?" I hollered jumping to my feet shoving her away from my face. "What the hell is with you tonight?" I asked again shoving her away from me as we backed away from the cherry wood table.

"You don't touch you ungrateful bitch!" she yelled pulling her hand back to punch me in the face. 'oh no! Duck!' my inner voice told me to do so, I did; dodging her sloppy, but hurtful, right hook.

'Thanks!' I thought dodging yet another one of her punches "What the hell, Renee? Just tell me what the hell I did!" I screeched holding her arms in place. "Just tell me what I did?" I asked in my normal lower voice not to alarm the neighbors.

"You…" she scoffed shaking her head. "It's always been about you! Charlie left to get away from you! Charlie left me because of you!" she hissed as I tightened my grip around her wrists. "I never wanted you, Charlie did." Tears filled my eyes I pushed them back, knowing I would let them come when I was in the shower.

"You know what, Renee?" I asked releasing her hands because I could care less if she hit me, she use to all the time, which was before I got into Karate classes in middle school. "He left you because you're an alcoholic bitch. He left you because he found someone better than you! He left you because you were a horrible mother!" I screamed the last as she took a knife from the counter behind her and plunging it into my stomach and yanking it sideways. "Oh God!" I cried holding my stomach with the wash cloth beside me on the floor. "You stupid bitch!" I yelled at her as she took a pan and bashed it into my head, causing me to go unconscious.

Back in the girls bathroom

"Bella, are you ok?" Edward's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Bella? If you don't answer I'm coming in." he cautioned and I felt I slight push on the door and I moved out of the way; needing help treating it. "Bella…" he breathed looking at only my face once again and locking the door, I tensed. "I'm not going to let some girl come in here when your half naked and I'm in here." He smirked making me loosen my sudden tense. "You…uh…need any help?" he asked casually sitting beside me.

"If you wouldn't mind I can't treat this when it open and bleeding, I'd faint." I said sheepishly as my face flushed red and taking my under shirt and wrapping it around my small breasts.

He chuckled when he saw my face "Silly Bella," he muttered taking some toilet paper and putting a little pressure on the cut. "I worked with my Dad all summer at the hospital, and yes many women were taking off their shirts. I even delivered a baby for Mrs. Weber." He bragged as I playfully punched his arm.

"Show off," I muttered under my breath as he wrapped my torso with some gauze and taping it with some scotch tape. "I bet women were just taking off their shirts for you guys, too." I joked and he laughed with me a nodded his head.

"There was this one chick that came in like four times in one week. Saying she had some type of disease on her left boob." He and I cracked up for about five minutes after that. "Her name was Lauren-."

"Mallory?" I asked incredulously "Are you serious? Oh shit…I knew she was a whore but damn! That's just…" I searched for the right word. "Wrong."

We laughed and for the rest of the period we stayed cooped up in the girls' bathroom just getting to know one another. Once the bell rang I walked out first, five minutes later Edward ran out into the crowd of students. "What class you got" I asked scanning my paper.

"Music," he replied snatching my paper. "Ah, look at this...we have every single class together except our last one. You got Gym I've got AP French." He grumbled the last part.

"Ok well lets go to music, its my ultimate favorite class before English." I stated dragging him to the dark auditorium.