Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns it all. I just mess with the characters a bit.
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"Clean this shit up!" he bellows from the next room.
In times like these, I yearn for a bigger house. I love this house. It was my mother's and she'd painted it and decorated it so beautifully before she passed. And now, with chipped paint and broken chairs, I can't help but gag at the sight of it.
I'd tried my damndest to clean up my bloody mess before he returned from the nearest store.
With a six-pack in each hand, he scans the little kitchen for any signs of his abuse. His fishing buddies are due soon, and another incident from silly ol' Bella is sure to be suspect.
"I ask you time and time again to do what I ask...and yet you still…" he stammers out and looks at me as if he's ready to strike again. And then, the doorbell rings. I feel my eyes start to roll back in relief, but I stop myself. That would only rev him up more.
Everyday Charlie looks and sneers at me, with my same big brown eyes, with such disgust I think I could drown in it. Sometimes I wonder if that would be a better option, but I promised Renee I wouldn't let him keep me.
"Bella! Chief, open up!" Jacob Black yells from outside our dingy house.
If I didn't have to be their little waitress for the evening, I would gladly sneak up to my room for a much-needed moment of silence away from it all.
Jacob wasn't always bad, and I guess he isn't now, but he doesn't do anything for me. We've known each other practically all of our lives, but I don't think of him as a complete friend. With everything happening inside of my home, and with only Charlie and me privy to it, I don't have any actual friends. Someone to dry my tears and patch up my wounds. Someone to coax me into running and starting that new life I've been reaching for. Someone to hold back the hand of the big bad Chief of Forks. Jacob wouldn't believe me anyway. In his eyes, Uncle Charlie is nothing short of a saint.
I move away from his eyes, so full of hate towards me, grab a dingy rag and hurriedly clean up the rest of the blood from an hour ago. I feel him creep away from me and hear the door open.
"Come on in boys. Billy more fish fry," he laughs as he greets them, "Bella and I have been up to our knees in it."
If only he knew how painful it is on an open wound.
A/N: Drabble fic; there's no rape or Charlie/Bella anything like that going on in this story. I wanted to portray a broken Bella that breaks away, with a little guidance from our dear Edward ;) Let me know what you think so far!