Bella's Point of View (BPOV)
I moved from the bright and sunny city of Phoenix, Arizona about two months ago to a place of constant rainfall. It rains here about 95 percent of the time. Where am I? Forks, Washington. I moved here to live with my father and to get away from the trouble that lurked around every corner in Phoenix. I've always had a short fuse and a bad temper. I never let anybody know about it. It's not one of those things that you can just have a conversation about, but it always seems to rear its ugly head whenever it feels like its necessary. Somebody could do or say the wrong thing and I would swing on them. Whether it was big or small, it didn't matter. I wouldn't say a word to them, I would just punch them in the face or something. I guess the last straw was when one day after school, at West Phoenix High School, I was standing at my locker getting my books that I needed to take home and a jock came up behind me, grabbed my ass, and whispered in my ear "When are you gonna let me get in that ass and make you scream my name?" Yeah, I lost it. I seen red and I wanted to watch it flow. I turned around, stared deep in his eyes, softly kissed his lips while my left had was knotted up in his hair as I trailed my right hand down his chest, down his stomach, over the waistband of his jeans, and I proceeded to rub his dick gently on the outside of his pants.
After a few seconds of that, the prick was hard beneath my hand. That's when I grabbed a fist full of hair and his junk. I brought him down to his knees and made him beg for me to forgive him. When I finally got tired of him screaming like a little bitch, I kicked him in the balls and then in the face. Needless to say, the asshole got nothing and I got expelled from school, probation for two years, and six months of anger management/therapy. Yeah, I know it probably doesn't make much sense, but the jock turned out to be the mayor's son. What an excellent coincidence.
Consequently, since I got expelled from school, I had to find another high school to attend. Well, to make a long story short, all of the schools around Phoenix didn't want me there. I'm not really sure if it was because they just really didn't want me there or if it was because the mayor was just trying to be an asshole. I see that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
After having so much trouble in Phoenix my father, Charlie, offered for me to move to Forks to live with him and attend school there. He said that he could convince the board to let me into Forks High. Great.
So, here it is the summer before my senior year starts and I just got home from my fourth anger management/therapy session. That's too much to say over and over again, so I've shortened it down to "AMT". I was doing some thinking on my way home and I have come to the realization that when I get angry I gain a giant boost of confidence. I would have never made out with a guy in public, like I did with that jock. Especially a guy that I didn't know and I would have never rubbed on his dick. Not to mention, the fact that nobody never even noticed me back in Phoenix. I would be willing to bet my right arm that it was all just a joke. The joke and whoever he was trying to impress probably never thought that I would react the way that I did. Even so, I hadn't done anything to bring such an act onto me. I was an outsider and I never fit in with anybody.
God, I need to talk to somebody. I don't feel like listening to my mother ramble on and on about "It'll get better Bella, just give it time." and all of that other blah, blah, blah. Charlie is still at the station and really, I don't want to hear his lecture of how I brought this all on myself. So, I pull my cell out of my pocket and dial the ten digits of the ONLY person that can possibly understand.