Chapter 1
(BPOV)
"Isabella! You need you get out of this house!" my mother screamed angrily to me.
"Yes mother. I'm on my way." I said back and walked out the front door. Mother's new husband Phil, had the task of driving me to the airport. I was going to live with my real father in Forks, Washington. My life was really bad. My mother and father both abused me to no end, because they wanted a male, but got me.
When mother got married to Phil, she told Phil all kinds of bad things about me, so he too, abused me. One day, mother realized that she could save a whole lot more money if she got rid of me, so she called father and he agreed to take me.
There were two problems with father. 1) He too abused me and 2) he would always get away with it. Mother got the police called on her when people saw the bruises, but she would tell the police that I fell. But father, no one would ever expect him to abuse me. Why? Because he was the Chief of Police and everyone respected him.
When I arrived at the airport, Phil literally pushed me out of the car. I grabbed what luggage I had, and walked into the busy Phoenix Airport. I got on the plane and ignored everyone. I was jumpy around people, because I expected them to hit me, punch me, or abuse me in any other way.
The flight attendant finally gave up asking me if I wanted anything after she touched my arm and I screamed and flinched. I stared out the window and let a few tears shed, for I knew my life would never be the same.
When the plane landed, I walked off and saw my father, Charlie, looking at me. I nodded my head to him and grabbed my stuff. I followed him out to the police cruiser and put my stuff in the trunk and got into the passenger's seat.
The ride to my new home was quiet. Father told me he bought me a truck so he wouldn't feel the shame of having to drive me to school. In Forks, everyone had to go to school. I was going to be a junior at Forks High.
After father let me in the house, it was about 10 pm so he showed me to my room and locked me in. the room was small. I had a queen sized bed from when mother lived here and a computer. There was a dresser and I had my own bathroom. There was a large window on one wall that father didn't lock. I knew that he wouldn't care if I jumped out of it. My room was on the second floor and I was very clumsy. He would be more than happy if I jumped out of the window and died.
I changed into the pajamas I had and crawled into the bed. I began to cry silently. I had become very good at that since I knew that it mother or father ever heard me crying, I would get smacked around.
Soon, I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, father stormed in and told me to wake up and get dressed so I wouldn't be late for school. I nodded and waited till he shut my door. I walked to my dresser and grabbed on of my shirts. All the shirts I had were sleeveless so my parents could make sure they left a mark when they grabbed me and pulled me around.
I grabbed a black shirt and a pair of jeans and walked into the bathroom. I looked at my reflection. I was about 5'4" and had dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that always held fear. My skin was so pale, it looked transparent. My lips were very pale and had many scares on them.
I sighed and put on my shirt, being careful not to push to hard on my bruised torso and chest and my bruised arms. I pulled on my jeans and brushed out my hair.
I was scared to death of going to school. Well, it wasn't really the school I was scared of. It was the people. My whole life I never had any friends, because I was 1) scared to death of them or 2) I knew if I had friends, my parents would try to get me to live with the friends so they could get rid of me.
I left my hair down so it would cover my face when I needed it to and walked out of the bathroom. Father was in my room and he threw a jacket at me so people wouldn't think he was heartless. I slipped on my shoes and walked over to him.
"Now, when you get to school, you go to the office and get your schedule. If you tell anyone where you got your bruises from, there will be consequences." Father said grabbing my arm. He squeezed to leave a mark and then punched the area around it to make sure there were no hand prints.
"Yes, father." I said holding in my tears. I wish I could run away. No one would ever miss me. I thought, but I knew father would kill me if I ran.
He pushed me out the front door and locked it behind me. I pulled out my truck key and drove to the school. I was one of the first people there, so I walked into the office to get my schedule.
The office was warm, so I took off my jacket. I looked at the spot where father had hit me this morning and saw an ugly bruise there. I sighed and walked up to the desk. The woman behind the desk was reading a book when I said in a very small voice, "Excuse me ma'am."
The woman looked up and I saw that she had brown eyes to go with her red hair. She smiled at me and said, "Yes, can I help you?"
I nodded and handed her a slip my father wrote for me. "Oh, you're Miss Swan. I'm Mrs. Cope. Nice to meet you Isabella, or would you prefer Bella?" she asked. I told her Bella was fine and she handed me my schedule.
As I moved to grab it, my hair moved and Mrs. Cope saw the bruises and gasped. "Miss Bella, where did you get those?" she asked shocked.
"At home." I answered. She nodded and handed me my schedule. I quietly thanked her and left the office. Homeroom was about to begin, so I walked to my class.
"Class, we have a new student. Her name is Isabella Swan, but she prefers to be called Bella." The teacher said. He pointed to the only empty desk in the room which was next to the window and next to and behind the most beautiful people I had ever seen.
I walked quickly to my seat but tripped a few times. When I got to my seat, I dropped my stuff, folded my arms, and looked out the window.
Midway though class, the boy behind me touched my shoulder and I reactively flinched away and tried to hold myself together. I bowed my head forward and shut my eyes. I felt tears falling from my eyes and I let my hair fall to the side of me that faced the window.
The only bad thing about doing that was that it left my right arm uncovered. This was the arm with the most bruises and some of them still looked like someone grabbed me too hard. I heard the beautiful girl next to me gasp which made the beautiful guy in front of my turn around and gasp too.
I pulled the jacket around my shoulders and looked out the window. The two pairs of eyes never looked away from me.
The rest of the day went by in the same fashion. In every class, those two beautiful people sat near me and stared at me in horror. At the end of the day, I was walking to my car when I heard a soft, smooth voice ask me, "Are you Bella Swan?" I spun around and saw not only the two people who kept staring at me, but three more.
I nodded and looked down. "Hello, I'm Edward Cullen and this is Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett." He said. I nodded to everyone. "May I ask, where did you get those bruises from?" he asked taking a step forward.
I flinched back and answer quickly with, "Home.", and ran to my car.
(EPOV)
My siblings and I watched as Bella ran to her car. I turned to Alice, "Is she the one you saw getting beat around?" I asked.
Alice nodded and said, "And it will happen tonight."
I growled and asked the rest of my family if we could go to Bella's house tonight and see what happens. They all agreed.
(BPOV)
When I got home, it was about 4:30. Father told me to make dinner and then go to bed. I made spaghetti and by the time it was done and I had finished eating, it was 10:37 pm.
I walked up to my room and laid down on the bed. I heard the phone ring below and I heard father answer it. About three minutes later, he stormed into my room and stared to beat me around the room.
"I told you not to tell anyone about the bruises!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled. "That was Mrs. Cope at you school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he was screaming at me and throwing my around the room. finally he threw me to the floor.
I was sobbing and saying, "I'm sorry! It won't happen again I swear!!!!!!!!" father glared at me and stomped on my ankle. I held in the scream and watched as he stomped out of the room and locked the door behind him.
My ankle was in pain and the bed was too high so I crawled over to the window seat and opened the window. I thought I saw people in the tree next to my window, but I shook off the feeling. I looked over the side of the window and said to myself, "No one would miss me."
I was about to jump, when I heard a voice from outside say, "That's not true." I looked around outside, but saw nothing. I could have sworn it was a female voice, but I wasn't positive. I sighed and curled up and the seat and sobbed until I fell asleep.
(EPOV)
I saw the whole thing. my family and I were in the tree next to Bella's bedroom window when Charlie stormed in. I wanted to run in there and protect Bella, which was an odd feeling, because she was a human. I was a vampire. she was my prey, but I didn't want her to get hurt. I tried desperately to read her thoughts, but couldn't.
When I looked back at her window, she was looking over the side of the window at the ground. I heard her say, "No one would miss me."
That made me mad. What did she mean no one would miss her? I would and so would my family. I heard Rosalie say in a quiet voice, "that's not true."
I smiled at Rosalie and watched until Bella fell asleep.
I know it sucks, but please tell me what you think. Should I continue?
-luvtwilight