Authors Note: this is my second Twilight fic and I really hope you enjoy it and I would appreciate any advice you can give me. Ill be alternating updates between the two twilight stories I have.
Charlie is gonna be way out of character in this so for the Charlie lovers…….sorry.
Disclaimer: Although I wish I owned Edward Cullen… Stephene Meyer owns him. …I sadly own nothing…. :(
P.S. There's a poll on my profile, letting you decide which story I should devote most of my time to. So choose wisely…..so GET TO VOTING…..THANKS
Chapter One: Bad Wake-up Calls
NPOV
"Get your whorey ass up or your gonna be late for school." Chief Charlie Swan yelled from Bella's doorway.
Bella quickly jumped out of bed and hurried to her closet, throwing on the first things she found in her closet. She hurriedly brushed her hair and teeth and ran down the stairs to see her father Charlie sitting in the kitchen.
"Bout time you got your ass down here" he said.
"Sorry dad" Bella said grabbing a granola bar and some OJ, placing them on the table.
"I want diner ready by the time I get home you hear me." He said
"Yes sir" Bella replied quickly, she knew better than to keep him waiting.
"Good…no get your ass to school" he said grabbing her by her hair and pulling her towards the door.
Bella being the klutz she is fell forward and landed face first on the hard floor. She yelled in pain. Charlie laughed and said "I forgot how much you like it down there you slut"
Bella quickly tried to get up but got the wind knocked out of her by Charlie's boot. As she lay there holding her side and trying to catch her breath, he kneeled down next to her face and whispered in her ear "Your just like your mother….she loved being on the floor like a dog"
He pulled Bella up and pushed her out to the porch
"Get your slutty ass to school."
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BPOV
The ride to school was dreadful; there was sharp pains in my side where Charlie had kicked me. My breaths had started coming out a little bit more evenly….but as I stop light, I lifted up my t-shirt to see a boot shaped bruise forming.
'oh great' I thought 'more bruises' as I looked over the rest of the bruises that made my body look different shades of green, blue, purple, and yellow. The pain was sometimes unbearable but I found that plenty of painkillers helped to calm the pain.
FF- to Forks High School
As I made my way into the Forks High School parking lot I noticed the spot I usually parked in had been taken by a silver Volvo. "Just my luck" I said making my way to the back of the parking lot.
"Bella" my best friend Angela Weber yelled once she saw me get out of my truck.
"Hey Angela" I said with fake enthusiasm.
"Bella what happened to your face" she said already knowing the answer, Angela was one of the three people who new what Charlie did to me.
They always wanted me to tell someone but I always said the same thing "Who's gonna believe that the caring and heroic Chief Charlie Swan abuses his daughter"
The answer. No one.
I quickly cussed at myself in my head, how could I forget to check my face…you'd think I would be a pro at it.
An angry bruise was forming on my cheek from when I had 'fell' this morning. I pulled out my makeup that I used especially for this situation and covered it up before anyone else would see.
"What happened" she asked.
I gave her the excuse I always did, the one she always saw threw. "I fell".
Angela just sighed and nodded her head.
"Its getting worse isn't it". She asked with sympathy.
All I could do was nod as I began the walk to class.
EPOV
'Are you excited about school Eddie' Emmet thought with a smile.
A low growl slipped threw my lips as I glared at him.
"We are going to school yay, we are going to school yay, we are go-" Alice sang
"Alice" Edward, Rosalie, and Emmet yelled. While Jasper just smiled.
"What" Alice said with an innocent smile?
I pulled in the parking lot of are new school and made my way to the parking spot in the front.
"Remember…..don't eat anyone" Rosalie said as she and Emmet fled the car at human (slow) speed.
'Oh yeah I'm hot I know it'
'New students…….yummy'
'They don't look so tough… I can take em'
'God people are so full of themselves' I thought to myself.
We all made are way to the office to get are schedules for the new semester…….'how great …more years of school'
"Just my luck" said a beautiful voice in the distance, it was a voice of an angel, I must see who the voice belongs to, if they had a voice of an angel, they must have a face of one too.
"Bella" a girl yelled to the angel.
'Bella, a gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman'
I watched as she got out of her truck.
"Hey Angela" the angle Bella said.
The wind blew her delicious scent to me and I had to hold my breath to refrain from running at her and draining her in front of everyone. I hadn't seen 'Bella's' face yet but I was sure she was beautiful with a voice like that, she had to have the face of an angel.
"Bella what happened to your face" the girl Angela said to the angel. 'Not again' she thought.
'Not what again? What does she mean by that?'
The angel turned to look in her side mirror finally giving me a view of her face.
She was perfect. Big brown eyes, soft pink lips and her brown curly hair only added to her beauty. But one thing sent anger through my body, a bruise was forming on the side of my angels face.
'I can't believe she doesn't tell anyone……it's only gonna get worse' Angela thought with sadness.
'Who did this to my 'Bella'…..easy Edward you haven't even talked to her yet'
I watched as she covered up the bruise with makeup, like it was nothing new to her.
"What happened" Angela asked her.
"I fell" Bella said not really trying to convince anyone.
'SHE FELL. She's a really bad liar.'
"Its getting worse isn't it" Angela asked. I watched as the angel nodded and began to walk towards the school.
"Edward I got your schedule" Alice said behind me.
I grabbed it from her and told her a quick 'thanks' hoping I would see the angel again.
Authors Note: so what did you think……tell me… tell me….tell me…..please please please review.
Sorry so short…..
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