Chapter 1

Hey, this is my first FanFic so be nice :) I'm English so sorry if any American's don't understand the difference's in spelling.

Disclaimer; I do not own the Twilight Series.

Bella POV

I woke to the brightness of the sun hitting my face, which was unusual for September and especially for Forks, the rainiest place in the continental US. I was suddenly jumped back into reality when I heard a small crying. My mind immediately jumped to the thought that Phil; my stepfather had his hands on Tay. My mother would have got out of bed, or off the sofa, where ever she had crashed the night before to quieten him down. Tay's cries were starting to get louder; I flipped off my bedding and quickly but silently went into his room.

There, in his crib, was Tay, his face bright red, from crying. I look at his face and can't help but think that he never deserved this, neither of us did but we had to deal with what we got. We were kids born unlucky. I placed my hands under Tay's arms and slowly picked him up, then sat on his floor, with my back leaned against the wall, gently stroking his face and cooing to him softly.

I missed my father and my mother, but I was now stuck with my stepfather Phil. My father Charlie Swan, he had died in a pile up on a motorway while on duty for Forks Police Force and then I had been left with only my mother to care for me, I was only 10 at the time. My mother then remarried, two years later and everything was fine and they were happy, we all were. Tay was then conceived and things went downhill. Mum had started to take drugs and drinking, but only because Phil was. It was her own way of coping. It wasn't until the police arrived and told me that my mother had overdosed and died. I miss them both so much but then this left Tay and I in the care of Phil. My mother had written on Tay's birth certificate Taylor Charlie Swan so we both shared the same surname and it showed how much she missed my real father. Now I'm 16, Starting Year 12 (junior year). Tay was only 2, so technically, he was my stepbrother but I loved him more than he's parents did. Renee was a loving mother, before she met him. I would be tucked in at night with a hug and a kiss and waking up with a smile. Then she came home from a blind date - with him, Phil. At first, he was nice but then it started to change. After they were married, two years after my dad had died, the hitting had started and so had the drinking. He would come home at night, drunk out of his mind, hit my mother about and then collapse on the sofa for the night, then he started to hit me, he tried to go for Tay once, I swore never to let that happen again. Renee started to drink; it was her way of blocking out the pain from the cuts and the bruises. When Tay arrived, he was severely ill, from Renee not stopping drinking while pregnant. The hospital was concerned but Phil convinced them that he would be fine. I was 14 when Tay was born and that was when my childhood went down the drain. So now it's only Phil, Tay and me.

Back to the present, thinking about the past won't help me. Phil doesn't earn much money. Phil, well Phil doesn't do anything. In this family, we can barely afford to pay the electricity and water bills so this means that Tay and I have to wash in tap water, where we pour a jug of water over our heads. Even with my 2 Jobs, we can barely afford food for the both of us. School is one of the hardest things; I have to wear the right clothes to hide the bruises and the cuts. I skip school when Tay is sick or I am too bruised. On my way to school, I drop Tay off at a childminder, she has suspicions on what's going on at home, but she doesn't like to pry so she gratefully looks after Tay while I'm at school.

I think that I would be able to get away from this hell-hole at school but you're wrong. They have got a nick-name for me as well. They would call me 'Batty Bella' or 'Trailer Trash'. They would point and laugh, all of the usual things. I don't live in a trailer; I live in a normal house. 'Trailer Trash' didn't even make sense but the point was still there, I didn't deserve to live in this world, but I had a reason, and that was Tay. Tay, a 2 year old little boy, he had mousey brown hair that fell down to his eyes, his eyes were electric blue. Tay was my life and I was determined to get us both out of this hell-hole and not into care.

Sitting on the floor, I realised that Tay had fallen back to sleep with his head on my shoulder so I slowly stood up, without wakening him and gently laid him back into his crib and pulled up his blanket. I looked at one of the nearest clocks and it was 7.00am. I walked into the bathroom and splashed my face with water and then quietly snuck back into my own room, without waking up Phil because I knew that if I did, either Tay or I would pay. I still had a few bruises on my arms and my stomach from Phil's previous beating so I decided I should wear a dark blue, long sleeved top with pale blue jeans that included holes topped off with some decidedly dirty and falling apart converses and I quickly ran a brush through my hair. I can't afford new clothing with what I earn. By the time I was washed and dressed it was 7.30am and I walked into Tay's bedroom and gently placed my hand on his stomach and shook him until he woke. I picked him up and gave him a quick cuddle then placed him on his changing mat, I got him dressed and as he was just beginning to start to walk and talk, I placed him on his feet and held onto his hand while we walked into the bathroom, I quickly washed his hands and face and then we were into the kitchen.

"Now Tay, do you want toast or cereal for breakfast?" I asked Tay knowing what the answer would be; I placed a slice of bread into the toaster.

"TOASSSSSSSSSSSST!" came the reply from Tay; this proved much I knew about him. I collected my books while Tay was eating his toast and glanced at the time. Shit, I swore under my breath as I realised that it was 8.15am. It would take me at least 15 minutes to get to school and 10 minutes to drop off Tay. I picked up my bag and slung it on my shoulder, gathered Tay and his toast into my arms and flew through the door. I would have to run to make sure that I made it in time for school.

Attempting to hold onto Tay as best I could, I ran into the rain and along the deserted footpath tripping several times but never falling onto the wet concrete. After 5 minutes of running, Mrs Beed's house finally came into view; I flew up the stairs and knock rapidly on her front door.

"I'm so sorry I'm late Mrs Beed" I said as soon as the front door was opened.

"oh don't worry dear, now go on otherwise you'll be late for school" I gave her a grateful smile and set Tay down onto the floor, I gave him a hug and a kiss, just like any mother should and said "I love you Tay" and with that, I turned around and jogged off to school.

When Forks High School appeared in the mist, I slowed down into a walk, everyone was still in the car park so I knew that I wasn't late but this meant that the abuse you start so I hung my head down and crossed my arms, silently hoping that no one would notice me but as usual, they did. I noticed there were more people in the car park than there usually would be, they were crowded around a silver Volvo and a dark green Jeep.

"Hey look, its trailer trash!" an obnoxious boy shouted. I carried on walking, trying to get into the school before everyone started staring at me and I soon broke into a run. Today would be just like any other day, with the small change of some new kids starting. Hopefully they would take the spot light off of me for a while.

As lunch time roll around, I walked into the canteen and put my bag on my usual table, the one in the corner and sat down and since I had no lunch today, I sat and thought about all of my problems and I did this daily. I would sit and think about all of my problems. I only had one more year left and then I could leave; I would take Tay and go and never look back. This would never stop.

The new kids took that moment to walk into the canteen. I hadn't had any lessons with any of them yet but I glanced up when the canteen turned into silence and oh my god. They were gorgeous and they must have had some drop-dead gorgeous parents because they all had the same pale skin that was completely flawless and bright hazel coloured eyes and they all walked in single file yet every other was holding hands. This was weird, weren't they related?

The first to enter the canteen was a short, pixie like girl. Her hair was short and styled but messy styled and connected to her hand was a tall guy, with dirty blonde hair but looked as if he was in pain.

Next to enter into the canteen was a huge muscular man. His hair was jet black and curly and also attached to his arm was a goddess. She was gorgeous, her hair fell perfectly down to one side and she had the most perfect body. Jessica and Lauren were going to be so jealous.

Lastly to enter into the canteen was him, the most stunning human I had ever seen. His walk, I'm sorry, I'll rephrase that, his glide was so determined. He was tall, yet not the tallest and he was well built but obviously not the strongest. His medium brown hair was messy and his facial expressions were hardened, like he had just heard something that he did not like.

They probably had the perfect lives to add to their perfect bodies. People obviously can have it all. The canteen had started to mumble, obviously about the new kids. So I just put down my head and started to work out my physics homework since this was the only time that I could do it. If I wanted to get Tay and I away from home, this would be the only way.

The bell rang for the end of lunch so I cleared up my books and stuffed them into my bag and headed out to biology. I pushed my way through the crowded corridors until I managed to get into the science corridor and then headed towards my classroom door. I suddenly felt a cold rush of air got past me, I stopped and glanced around, but nobody else had seen anything. I carried on and I stopped dead in the doorway. There was somebody sitting in the usually empty seat that was next to me.

"Oi Swan! Move!" a voice came from behind me that jogged me back into reality. I slowly put one foot in front of the other and sat in my seat. I took a quick glance at him and oh my gosh. He was absolutely perfect but just at that moment, the teacher decided to start the lesson.

"Right Class, as you may have noticed, we have a new student in our class, please Mr Cullen, introduce yourself" said Mr Banner.

"Hello, I'm Edward Masen-Cullen, I moved here from Alaska and I live with my adoptive siblings and my foster parents" he spoke like a god. Every muscle looked so perfect against his pale grey top

Snap out of it Bella! You know can't think that way! You know he would never go near you.

The lesson started and Edward never said a word to me, I kept taking quick glances at him and he looked…angry? What's that about? He looks like he hates me. Great, just what I needed, somebody else to hate me, when will my life start to get better? I went into my own little daze for the rest of the lesson which felt like a life-time.

I was jolted back into reality when the bell rang right above my head and I jumped slightly. I thanked god that this lesson was finally over and I collected my bag and slung it over my shoulder and started to head for the main entrance, of course, Edward had already left, since he hates me so much. I walked quickly to Mrs Beed's house and gently knocked on the door, I was in no hurry to get home.

The door opened and Tay ran at full force towards me, and I scooped him up into a giant bear hug.

"Thanks for today Mrs Beed, here's your £5. Was he well behaved?" I asked

"Oh of course he was, he never causes me any trouble" She replied with a smile on her face

"Good, so I'll see you same time tomorrow then? Okay, Goodbye" I said and then turned around and walked along the footpath and little Tay curled up in my arms, fast asleep. I was about 5 minutes away from home when the very same silver Volvo form school drove past me and there was Edward Cullen, in the drivers' seat, staring at me as he drove past. Stupid beautiful God, staring at me like I'm a piece of rubbish, well to be honest, that's all I deserve really.

I reached the house and all was quite, which was unusual. This meant that Phil was at the pub and would come home, blind drunk and this would mean tonight would be long and painful. Tay was now awake and playing with a lock of my hair, that reminds me, I need to wash that tonight. I stood outside on the walkway, staring at the house of horror. The white paint was chipped and the window shutters were falling off. I used to love this house when I was little, the crisp white paint, the luscious green grass that was in the garden, and the multi-coloured flowers that used to inhabit the garden. All gone, only long, unkempt grass and weeds. I missed my mother and father.

I walked up the door, carried Tay inside and then shut the door, awaiting the return of Phil.

Well that was Chapter 1, please let me know what you think or have any feedback for me :)