I do not own any of the characters in this story, that's all Stephanie Meyers work
Chapter 1
Waking up in Hell and the Meeting
BPOV
"Bella!" called Charlie, my father yelled from downstairs "Get your ass down here now!"
Great I thought to myself, another day filled with pain and agony from not only my low life father but also from the hellhole called school.
I crawled out of bed and quickly ran to the bathroom and got changed into a pair of blue jeans and a red tank top. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and grabbed my black pair of converses on my way out of my bedroom door.
I got down the stairs to find my oh so wonderful father waiting for me in the living room with a beer in hand. (Note the sarcasm)
"Come here you worthless piece of shit" Charlie slurred marching forward and grabbing a fistful of my hair. "We have a new family that has arrived here, and I just wanted to remind you of not getting to close to their children and thinking you can trust them with our little secret." He said with venom in his tone. "Or it might just cause quite a lot of pain for you." he asked pulling back at my hair with much force. "Got it?"
"Yes" I managed to squeak out into a small whisper.
"Good, now get out of my sight" he said throwing me at the door and kicking my side once to show that he wasn't kidding about his threat.
I screamed from the pain that crossed my ribs. It hurt so much to breath just from the pressure that his kick conflicted.
I managed to scramble up, grab my bag and throw it over my shoulder but wincing slightly from the extra weight on my side. I walked out the door and started my horrendous walk to school.
Walking always seems to calm my nerves and just clear my head from the world and imagine a world filled with no hurt or pain. I just want a life where I'm loved by a father who doesn't drink and abuse me, I want to make friends that I won't have to worry of being punished for having, and I want a mother that never ran away from her own child and husband. I sighed, because I can want all the damn time but nothings going to change even how much I want it to.
And there I go on wanting again!
Ugh!
Anyway while I was having my little rant I arrived at school or better known as the hellhole in my words.
But there's a car I didn't recognize pulling up a few yards ahead of me. It's a shiny silver Volvo that looks brand spanking new to. Hmm it must be the new kids. There's really nothing for me to care about what they look like or anything since there's no point in it anyway. So I just kept walking with my eyes averted to the ground.
I heard whispers as I past students since I wasn't particularly a 'cool' kid or whatever and I didn't have any friends. I'm just the freak that people ignore and whisper about to get a few laughs from the 'popular' kids. Queue eye Role
Anyway as I was walking and ignoring any silent judgments, is when I heard an engine cut off and five car doors slam. ALL whispering stopped around me. It was completely silent.
It was nearly creepy when all you could hear were 5 footsteps not including mine walking on the gravel of the school parking lot.
Anyway I got to my locker after the creepy silence and grabbed my English book. I was about to turn and head down the hall to English when I got stopped by hitting a wall, or that's what I thought it was.
But when I looked up it was definitely not a wall that was there
Because it was the most beautiful person I had ever seen that I had hit. He had pale white skin and Golden eyes with Bronze hair that was messy enough to look casual and sexy at the same time.
But I was quickly interrupted from my observation from this strange beautiful man from the pain that went through my side from the impact when I ran into him that made me fall to the ground and put enough pressure to my ribcage that got me to hiss out in agony.
I heard him take an intake of breath as I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the pain to die down.
It took about a minute for me to breathe normally again.
I was about to stand up when a hand shot out in front of my face. It scared me at first not remembering that he was here but I quickly just accepted his hand.
He helped me up being quite gentle. I was surprised by that action since he was like a wall from his height and muscle.
I grabbed my bag being careful over my movement of bending over. I didn't want to cause anymore pain then there should be.
"Thank you" I said about to walk away when I slipped over my own feet. I was bracing myself for the impact when I felt two strong cold hands snake around my waist supporting my fall. I looked up only to see the gorgeous man staring intensely at me. "Edward Cullen" he said, shooting his hand out to me.
