Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

BPOV

I never asked to be poor. I never asked to be ugly. I only asked to be loved. I would give my arms to have someone wrap their arms around me and tell me that they care. Every since Middle School I have been the "poor girl" that sits alone at lunch with her head down. Do I want pity? No. Does anyone come to my rescue when Lauren and Jessica are beating the hell out of me? No. Do I ask for this? No. So, why does it happen to me?

I step off of the sidewalk and into the Forks High School Parking Lot, with my head down. I know not to look up because I don't want to make eye contact with the wrong person. I keep walking, and out of nowhere...

"HEY, WATCH OUT!"

I look up, only to see a football coming my way. Oh, no! I feel the pain radiating from my nose and the laughter of people around me.

"What a dork." Someone said.

It didn't surprise me when no one came to my aid. In their eyes I deserved this. I deserved the pain, torture, and humiliation that they thrust upon me.

I was knocked out of my stupor by someone grabbing my arm. I looked up into the eyes of Edward Cullen.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I think so." I said quietly.

"I think you need to go visit the nurse. Your nose looks broken." He said while examining my nose.

"Okay."

I pulled my arm from his grasp and picked up my books.

"Do you need help with that. I can help you." He continued while bending down and helping me with my books.

"Thanks."

No one ever helped me with my books, stuck up for me, or even talked to me.

"You are more than welcome."

I looked up at him and became captivated in his eyes. They were like the inside of a lime. Vibrant, with specks of yellow and gray in them. Stunning.

"Thanks, once again." I whispered before I started walking again.

"What's your name." He called after me.

I turned and looked around. Everyone was in their own little worlds.

"I'm Bella. Bella Swan." I walked back to him and held out my hand.

"I'm Edward Cullen."

He took my hand and that's when I felt it. It was like feeling your cellphone vibrate in your hand. Or, that feeling when your hand goes to sleep. It was mind numbing.

We dropped our hands and looked at each other.

"I know this is sudden, but would you like to hang out after school. I mean, if you want to. If you don't want to I understand."

What do I say?

"Of course. That's okay." I said with my head down.

"Okay, great. Can you meet me back here at the parking lot? My bike is parked down, on the end of this row." He pointed out.

I nodded my head and looked down to where he pointed.

"Well, I'll see you later Bella."

He smiled at me and walked away.

I turned around and made my way to the front of the school, awaiting was the brutal torture that I never asked for.

"Hey Fat Ass, have you ever heard of a diet?" Jessica spat at me.

I knew not to answer, so I just kept walking.

"Listen to me Swan, when I'm talking to you. Don't you ever walk away from me."

She grabbed me by the shoulder, turned me around and slapped me. HARD.

"What the fuck is your problem? Are you a retard or something?" She just kept going.

I grabbed my cheek and tried to turn around to keep walking. As soon as my back was turned I felt at hard object come down on my head.

I cried out and grabbed the back of my head. The throbbing pain was horrible, my vision was blurry and I couldn't stand any longer.

As I tumbled to the ground the laughter started. I let the tears flow, and the pain to consume me.

I didn't ask for any of this.

EPOV

She's beautiful. Her long, brown, curly hair. Her straight and small nose. She had lips that were the color of strawberries, eyes that were brown like Hershey kisses, but shaped like almonds. She had flawless, soft, and smooth skin. Her hips were thick and beautiful; not to big, not to small. And her waist was just right. She was just right. She was perfect for me. The best thing about it? She had meat on her bones.

Yes, her clothes aren't designer and looked worn out. But, it didn't matter. She was stunning. Yes, her shoes were not in good condition. But, her feet were perfect.

I still don't understand why I've never seen her around school.

"Hey Tyler, do you know Bella Swan?" I asked while looking my friend in the eye.

"Fat Ass Swan? Yeah, I know her. Why? You want to kick her ass?" He asked while laughing.

I was fucking heated. Kick her ass? If I so much think about another man laying his hands on any woman, my mother and father would beat my ass and hand it to me. My mother more than my father. She would shoot me. Dad, would fucking torture me.

I calmed myself down and looked back up at him.

"Why would I want to do that?" I asked.

"Have you seen her? She's fat, poor, and ugly. A waste of space. Who doesn't want to kick her fat ass around?'

He made it sound so simple. How could anyone put their hands on her in a violent way? It made me fucking pissed.

I got up walked around the table and grabbed Tyler by the shirt.

"If you so much as look at her, I will take you by the dick and shove it up your ass." I said quietly.

"Dude, okay. Chill out. I just saying.." He trailed off.

"And now I'm just telling you. Don't fucking touch her. Got it?"

He nodded his head.

I grabbed my books, got up and made my way to the cafeteria door.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. NOTHING.

There she was. Bella Swan; getting kicked in the stomach by Mike Newton and his friends.

They were taking turns kicking her and spitting on her.

I blacked out for a moment. I couldn't believe it. Why hasn't anyone tried to stop them? They were right in front of the cafeteria, someone had to see.

I walked up, grabbed Newton by the back of the neck and smashed his head into the locker in front of him.

I was seeing red.

"Get the fuck away from her. RIGHT NOW. Or, my godfathers will pay everyone in your family a little visit." I said so calmly, that it scared me.

They knew where my family came from. Everyone did. And they knew not to fuck with me. I watched the pussy ass fuckers run down the hall way and into the res

I knelled down at Bella's side and looked her over. She had bruises on her abdomen and chest. I had to take her to my mother. QUICK. She was knocked out cold.

I picked her up and walked out of the school doors. I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and dialed the number I knew all to well.

The phone rang and then my mother answered.

"Edward, honey what's wrong?"

"Mom, I need you to pick me up at school. Hurry. Please, hurry" I said frantically.

"Okay, I'm on my way." She said and hung up.

5 minutes later my mother pulled up in her Mercedes.

I jumped in the car with and unconscious Bella in my lap and slammed the door.

"Oh, Edward what happened?" My ma' said, grief stricken.

"I'll tell you later. But right now we have to get her medical care."

"Okay, I'll take care of her at the house."

The ride home was filled with tension and nerves. We pulled up to the house minutes later and I jumped out and ran to the porch, slamming the door open and running Bella upstairs to our emergency medical room.

Mom was hot on my heels.

"Okay Edward, I want you to give me the heads up on her vitals." Mom said while pulling her gun out of the back of her pants and putting it on safety.

My lovely mother.

"Her breathing is stable. Heart rate in normal." I said while checking her pulse.

"Okay, let me check the bruises and see if she has an concussion. If so, there may be brain swelling and internal bleeding." Mom said in her doctor mode.

I couldn't take seeing Bella so broken and helpless. Why? Why would someone do that to her?

I walked out and went to my room. Knowing that mom had this under control made me feel a little bit better.

I was asleep and pissed in less then a minute.

BPOV

I awoke to a blinding pain in my head. Dammit, fuck Mike Newton and his friends.

"Glad you can join us Bella."

I looked over to see a stunning, young woman. She was thin and curvy, with hair that was the color of gold and caramel/penny highlights. Her eyes were bright green.

"Who are you? Where am I? Please don't hurt me, I'll do anything." I pleaded.

"My name is Esme Cullen. You are in my home. And I'm not going to harm you in any way." She answered all of my questions.

"How did I get here?"

"My son Edward called me. You were badly beaten. Can you tell me what happened? Do you remember?"

I stayed quiet. I didn't know what to say.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just thought it would be good for you to vent it all out." She continued.

She looked at me with sympathy in her eyes. And I knew right the that even though I didn't know this woman, I could tell her everything and still say safe. So, I did.

I told her about how my mother left me because she thought I was a worthless piece of shit. I told her how Charlie lost his job because of a rookie and left me to fend for myself. I told her about the bullying and teasing at school. I told her about my constant weight battle. I told her how I've been living under the law because I didn't want to be in the system. I told her about my utilities being cut off at my home and how I'm 3 months away from being homeless. I told her about my bad luck with finding a job. I told her everything. And she listened.

"Bella, would you like to join us for dinner?" Esme asked excitedly.

I'm in no situation to turn down a dinner.

"Only if you don't mind. I really don't want to intrude on your family." I said.

Even though I was really hungry, I also didn't want to seem like a worry or bother to her and her family. No matter how much I wanted to eat something.

"Oh, sweetie you won't be intruding. Now, lets get you washed up and ready. Dinner will be out in 20."

She handed me some clothes, pointed to where the bathroom was and walked off, giving me a big smile.

It felt really good to have an actual shower. I washed my hair with peach shampoo, it smelled really good. If I had the type of money I KNOW they had, I would buy me some of it.

I sighed, knowing that the day will soon be over and I will be forced back into reality. Back into my personal hell hole.

I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror. I wasn't plain, or pretty. I was ugly. To the eyes of the teenage population at Forks High School, I was a waste of space. I knew that those comments were just words, but it didn't help the sting that came behind it.