Okay, so this is my first story so please be nice
I am hoping that you guys like, no love my story… :P
Disclaimer: Stephenie – sadly – owns all things Twilight. I however, do own a copy of everything Twilight I can get my hands on…
Chapter 1
I laying on my bed, reading, when I heard the click of the front door as it shut. I think it's Charlie. He's never home before midnight, and it's only 7 now. Shit. He's probably drunk anyway.
He's always drunk. It's like he's never fricking sober. Or at least when I see him. He's at work all day, then at the pub all night.
It's alright for me. I hate him. He's horrible when he is drunk; in fact he's fucking horrible all the time…
'Bella! Bella, fucking come 'ere now! Hurry up. I aint got time for you to be taking forever to get down the stairs! Where are you? Come on!'
Yeah, it's Charlie. Definitely drunk. Charming isn't he?
I went down the stairs as slowly as I dared, because, shit. I knew I was in for it tonight. Again. Sick bastard.
As soon as my foot touched the downstairs floor, he was in my face with a murderous look on his. Shit. Definitely angry.
As I looked around the room I could see Renee and Jane standing together, their faces in smug smirks as they watched Dad shoved his face in mine, breath stinking of beer and cheese and onion crisps.
Which fucking stinks by the way. They were laughing together. I hate them almost as much as I hate Dad. Almost.
'Janie, over here, told me somethin'. Somethin' quite interestin'. You wanna guess it? Ya got five seconds, so think!'
Charlie made no fucking sense at all when he was drunk. But it was obvious that I was in trouble. I bet the stupid bitch, who just happens to be my sister, supplied him with something.
Jane lives to get me into trouble.
We used to be friends, like best friends. As sisters should be. We used to stick together. Until Renee fucking poisoned her. Bitch. But my reminiscing was cut short by Charlie. Bastard.
'Times up, bitch. Ya figured it out yet. Probably not, your too fucking thick. Well I'll tell ya, shall I, bitch? You stole a chocolate bar without askin'. Didn't ya? And don't lie to me, or you'll make it worse for yourself.'
Was he serious? I was getting in trouble for taking MY chocolate bar out of the cupboard? Well, I knew Jane was evil, but seriously. A fucking chocolate bar? She always has been obsessed with getting me into trouble for stealing since Renee told her I stole her boyfriend. Which I fucking didn't.
Now I'm going to get a beating that I don't deserve. Again.
Charlie came at me, fist raised, face twisted with sick humor. God I hated him so much.
He slammed his fist into my eye. And, fuck! That shit hurt! Bastard. But I didn't fight back. But only because I knew it would get him hurt in the long run.
So I just stood there, in the middle of the room, letting Charlie use me as a human punch bag, and waited. Waited for the old bastard to tire himself out.
About half an hour later, Jacob strolled into the room. Thank God. He had obviously just got back from the gym. He was still in his gym clothes.
I was backed up against the wall by this point. One of Charlie's hands was round my throat; not quite strangling me but effectively stopping me from talking or screaming. His other hand was raised in a fist, hovering somewhere above my face.
Jacob saw me and Dad, and jumped to the right conclusion thankfully. My six foot six saviour hurtled himself at Charlie. Charlie's hand was ripped from my throat, and I could breathe comfortably again.
Jacob slammed Charlie into the wall so fucking hard I thought it was going to break. Not like I cared. His hand was now around Charlie's throat. Charlie didn't even try to move. He knew he was no match for Jacob. Bastard.
'What do you think your doing?' Jacob fucking thundered at my Dad. Shit, even I was a little bit scared. I heard a gasp from somewhere in the room, and remembered that Renee and Jane were still in her. Bitches.
Heidi chose that moment to toddle in and investigate what was happening. At this point my Dad's face was turning an interesting shade of fire engine red. Heidi noticed this too.
'Mummy, why is Daddy's face that colour?' She inquired curiously.
I had to swallow my laughter. However, a snort managed to escape. Fuck! Smiling hurts. I touched my lip and my hand came back red. Huh. Well that explains it.
'Don't you dare laugh you bitch! You're just a fucking mistake! You never should have happened. You're not fucking wanted! I knew I should have had you aborted!'
And that was my wonderful, loving mother. Even though I was quite used to hearing this, it still hurt somewhat to hear it.
I could hear Jacob still screaming and yelling at Charlie about what a worthless piece of shit he was, but I wasn't really listening. I had a bit of a headache and my eye really fucking hurt.
There was a crash to my left. Janet had been building a tower with some Lego blocks, but it fell down. How she could play with fucking Lego when all this was going on in the same room, I don't know. The innocence of a 3 year old, I guess.
She frowned at the blocks and started again. Renee went over and started helping her, cooing at her and being like a mother should. Why couldn't she love me?
Heidi was Charlie and Renee's favourite out of all of us. She was the youngest too. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with determination under her slightly-too-long fringe as re-attempted her mission.
The rest of her long, thin, blonde hair was out, loosely framing her face. She was really cute, and despite the fact that I was jealous, I loved her too. She was too young, too fucking innocent to know anything.
What I wouldn't give for her innocence.
As I looked over at Jacob, I caught sight of Jane's face. Her pastel blue eyes were wide and wet with unshed tears. Her mouth hung agape and she was shaking slightly, causing her brown curly hair to bob around on her shoulders.
She was 16 last month. Just a year and a half younger than me. I really did miss her company, but she had been infected by Renee's evil for too long. And all because of some fucked up lies. I would never forgive Renee for stealing my sister.
I followed her line of sight and saw her looking at Jacob and Dad. That would explain her horrified expression then. Dad's face was gradually changing from red to purple to blue. I decided it was time to intervene. Even though I really, really, didn't want to.
'Jacob, stop. You're going to end up killing him. Jacob! JACOB!' I did not need Jacob getting arrested for murder or something. The last time he was in prison was bad enough. Charlie was usually worse when he knew Jacob couldn't stop him.
'Don't fucking touch her again, you hear me? 'Cause then I will fucking kill you. I promise. She's your fucking daughter for God's sake. Don't you even care?' Jacob spat at him, using this really low, dangerous voice that even managed to make my arms erupt in goosebumps.
He flexed him arm once more, then took his hand off of Charlie's throat, although he seemed to be having a struggle doing so. Dad coughed and spluttered whilst gulping in air greedily. Bastard. Hope he chokes on it.
Jacob turned to me. He didn't even say anything. Just picked me up, fucking threw me over his shoulder and stomped up the stairs, mumbling something about 'worthless piece of shit' under his breath.
He got me into the bathroom, and sat me on the closed lid of the toilet, next to the sink, then inspected my face. He frowned, then glared at the floor like it was the fucking wood panels that hit me.
He got a cloth and ran it under some warm water and gently cleaned up my lip and my head, then went downstairs.
My brother was amazing. He truly was. Even though he was 21, he stayed at home to protect me. I loved him so much. If I didn't have Jacob, I don't know how I would live.
I thought about all the times he saved me. Hell, he even went to fucking prison because he was defending me. I was constantly trying to reassure him that I would be fine if he wanted to move out, but I wasn't that great at lying and he saw straight through me.
When he returned he had some ice wrapped in a tea towel. He pressed it against my eye – which stung like a motherfucking bitch! – and gently pulled me down to the floor with him so I could sit in his lap.
He cradled me in his arms and rocked us gently. He still hadn't said anything, and I couldn't see his face to get some sort of idea of what he was thinking. Although I had an idea.
After about ten minutes, he pulled back slightly so he could talk to me.
'I'm so sorry Jaz. I should have been there to fucking stop him. I should have protected you, and I failed I… again… im so fucking-'
I cut him off before he could carry on with the rubbish that was coming out of his mouth.
'Jake, shut up. You don't have to give up your life because of me. I don't expect you to be there all the time to stop Charlie. You saved me from getting a lot worse. And I have fucking had a lot worse. A black eye, a small cut and a split lip is nothing. So stop feeling guilty, 'cause I don't blame you for anything. I love you, Jake, but you are really stupid sometimes. This isn't your fault, okay?'
His beautiful deep brown eyes were still looking at me guiltily. Like they always did. I swear, one day I am going to get so pissed, that I'm going to slap him upside the head.
He was running his hand through his shaggy chocolate brown coloured hair, the same colour as mine. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration – a habit I had picked up from him – and glared at him.
'Ugh. Jacob you're fucking impossible! I don't blame you! It wasn't your fault! Get that into your brain, please. I'm going out for a walk. I'll see you later, okay? Bye Jake, love you, you big idiot.'
I could feel myself getting a bit emotional. The day was starting to catch up with me, so I stood up, gave him one more hug and kissed his cheek.
'Okay. Bye. Love you too. And, Jaz? Please be careful.' He smiled, softly and sadly and walked into his room, the door closing behind him.
I rushed downstairs, only to see Charlie casually sitting in a chair; beer in one hand, remote in the other, as if he hadn't just beat the crap out of me 20 minutes before.
His muddy blue eyes were slightly glazed over and his long blonde hair hung in a limp pony tail. He had a five o'clock shadow and was in serious need of a wash and some breath mints.
He looked up at me, gave me a dirty look and turned his attention back to the telly. Bastard. I could feel the tears threatening to come so I walked through the kitchen towards the back door, and then Jane was in my face.
'Get out of my way, you fucking bitch. I don't want to talk to you.' I growled at her, my eyes narrowed and I shoved her out of my way.
'No, wait. Bellerina, please…'
'DON'T fucking call me that!'
'Okay, sorry. Look I just wanted to say I was sorry. I cant believe what he done. I didn't know that would happen. I just though he would shout at you or something. Really, I'm truly sorry. Please listen Bella,' she sobbed.
But I couldn't listen right now. I can't believe she used my old nickname! I was just about to break down, and sob myself and I needed to get away.
'Why the fuck should I listen to you? There's a lot you don't know. How do you think I get injuries all the time? From being fucking clumsy? No. From your stupid snitching. You've changed so fucking much… I wish… I miss… I … just move!'
I couldn't lose it now. Not yet, so I stalked past her, trying to hold myself together until I knew I was safe, grabbed my cardigan with my i-Pod in the pocket and practically fucking sprinted out of the hell hole I lived in.
