Hey guys! This is me, Rose, saying SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING! I know lots of you must hate me... Anyway, my PJO stories will be updated when my laptop is fixed, and I hope you can forgive me for writing a Twilight fanfiction... I had to watch the film for my English class, and I got inspiration. Anyway, this is my first go at a Twilight fanfic, so please, don't be expecting too much. There WILL NOT be adult content, this is a T for dark themes and teenage situations. Please, enjoy!

Bittersweet - Prologue

"But Angela!" I whined desperately. "You know what he's like when he gets back!"

"I know... And I would invite you," I stuck my bottom lip out and widened my eyes into a puppy-dog pout, "but, well... You know you aren't exactly my mums favourite person..." Oh... I forgot about that.

"Ah... Yeah, that's an issue." I bury my head in my folded arms. "I'll see you Wednesday?" I knew for a fact, that when Angela goes camping, they spend at least 5 days out in the wild. They slept in tents, and hunted rabbits and fish for food. They built fires, and told spooky stories. One time I went with them, and we went absailing, and rock-climbing. Her family was huge - there was Angela, her two brothers, and two sisters, their mum, dad, and aunt. Sometimes, I wish my family was like hers. They were all really close, and well... nice.

"Yeah. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be too drunk to notice." Angela tried to reassure me, but we both knew they were lies. There was no way he'd forget about me, the pain in his arse. "Besides, I heard that a new family just moved here. Maybe they won't be so bad?"

"Maybe." I sigh, before roughly picking up my tray, and dumping my leftovers. I hear footsteps behind me, and know instantly who it is.

"Well well well... If it isn't the Ugly Swan." A voice says behind me. "What do you want?"

"What do we want? We want you to leave. But I suppose you aren't giving us that option?" Tanya sneers, and her cronies snicker and giggle at her lame insult. "Not now, Tanya. I have too much to worry about already." I warn her, before turning back around and continuing to walk back to my table.

"Aw... Do you hear that, guys? Shes got 'too much to worry about'." She tries to impersonate me, but fails miserably. Again, all her 'friends' laugh, and smirk. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lauren raise her drink, over Tanya's head, and the second before she pours it on me, I grab Tanya's jacket, and yank her forward, while I step back. Oh, the satisfying smell of bullies doused in Cola...

"Aww, that was so sweet of you, Lauren. Thanks!" I exclaim, before spinning on my heel, and striding out of the Lunch Hall, my head held high. Just before I leave, I hear one thing.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS, SWAN!"

BELLA POV - LASAGNE

The second class finished, I dragged myself out of the front doors, and straight to my truck. I saw Tanya and her stupid gang start to head towards me, but I just revved the engine of my beloved truck - my best friend Jacob had practically built it for me - and drove off.

I can't be late... He needs dinner early, then he'll leave for the next few days, and I can be free for a while. Shoot... What did we have at home? I would need to go to the supermarket to get the ingredients for his lasagne tonight.

This time, I was determined to make it right, make it good. I threw my truck into the first parking place I saw, before heading straight into the store. I would need to get lasagne sheets - for the pasta part - and mince meat.

I rush around the store, grabbing a few snacks for me before focusing on what Charlie would need for his dinner; which, of course, I would be cooking. Just as I turned to go down the meat aisle, I bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you." I apologised, before meeting the eyes of my pixie-like victim. She chuckled softly, before taking a deep breathe through her nose, her eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment.

"It's okay. It was partly my fault, too!" Her tinkling voice chimed, as her amber eyes returned to normal. "My names Alice. What's yours?"

"Oh... Um, Isabella." I stutter, surprised. This girl, Alice, was gorgeous! Why did she want to know about me?

"Isabella... That's a pretty name." Alice concludes, and smiles at me.

"Thanks," I murmur in response. "Alice is nice, too." I wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say, but she seemed to take it as a compliment. Just then, a curly-haired blond man appeared behind Alice. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and stood there, staring at me. He looked almost... in pain?

"Oh! Jasper, meet my new friend, Isabella!" Alice exclaims, and I force my lips into a smile, despite the growing pain in my cheeks.

"Friend..." I mutter, eyebrows scrunched. "Been a long time since somebody's referred to me as that..." It was barely a whisper, but somehow they still heard me above the busy chatter of the supermarket around us.

"What?" Alice says softly, pulling me out of my dream world.

"Nothing!" I reply quickly, and my phone bleeps. "Oh shhhhh...oot!" I correct my language, due to their disapproving stares. "I really have to go, sorry!" That bleep was a message telling me that I should be starting to cook Charlie's dinner now. Right before I disappear down the aisle, Alice calls out to me.

"When will I see you again?" Damn... How should I play this... They were obviously some of the new family who just moved here, so I should at least give them a chance at a social life.

"If you know what's good for you, you'd stay away from me!" I shout back, after a moment of hesitation. Her face flickers to one of hurt, before I disappear round the corner of the meat aisle, tears in my eyes. I'd just turned down one of the few people who would want to be my friend.

ALICE POV

'If you know what's good for you, you'd stay away from me'. I recalled Isabella's words. I don't think this was a threat, the lost look on her face as she said it, and the hesitation beforehand confirmed this much. Maybe she doesn't want to be friends with me?

'Friend... Been a long time since somebody referred to me as that...' So... She didn't have any friends? Or... Not many friends? Maybe she went to Forks High School? If she did, then I could see her again! She seemed cool... And man, that scent of hers! Nearly made me bite her! I remember the shock that registered on Jasper's face when she smiled.

"Jasper, what was she feeling when she smiled?" I asked turning to face my mate.

"I don't know." He answered, voice strained.

"What?"

"I really don't know. I couldn't read her emotions. I couldn't change her feelings either. Although, most of the time I was busy trying not to..." He trailed off, and mimed biting. I nodded sympathetically. He was the newest vegetarian in the family, and he was still struggling sometimes. He hadn't yet snapped, which is why we're allowing him to go to public school, but when someone has a smell as good as Isabella's, I know how hard it must be for him.

"Wait... You couldn't read her AT ALL?" I said, referring back to what he'd told me.

"I know, weird, right?"

"We should tell Carlisle."

"Let's go, then." He agrees, and we begin to search the store for our favourite adoptive father.

BELLA POV

As I rushed around the kitchen, washing up the last of the dishes, Charlie opened the door. I slid the plate full of lasagne onto the table, and placed the knife and fork beside it, the moment before he entered the kitchen.

"This had better be good, you little brat!" He shouts, and waves the fork at me as he sits down. I watch nervously as he takes his first bite, and take the fact that he doesn't immediately spit it out as a good sign.

"Drink." I place a fresh can of beer in front of him. Just as I let out a small sigh of relief, he starts shouting. "What the hell! This is terrible! I thought I told you to put in extra meat!" He spits the food out onto me, before standing up abruptly, sending his chair flying.

"I did! I did!" I plead, and back away slightly as he begins to dawn on me. Get him away from that bloody knife... I think, and continue my begging. "I'm sorry, I followed the recipe exactly!"

"Well, you obviously didn't! Don't lie to me, you devil child!" He yells once more, and I squeeze my eyes shut, in anticipation of the pain I'm about to endure. Sure enough, the ring of skin on skin echo's through the house, and I dread what's coming next.

He punches me in the stomach, making me double over in pain, before his knee comes into contact with my face, knocking me over. He continues his brutal assault, for what is going on half an hour, before a knock at the door halts him.

"We're not finished." He seethes, before rinsing his hands under the tap, plastering on a somewhat charming smile, and closing the door to the kitchen behind him. I hear him make his way down the hall, and answer the door. Pressing my ear to the closed door, I struggle to make out the muffled voices.

"Officer Swan... You'll need to see... Might take a while... Animal attack... Very sorry..."

"It's okay. Just let me get my gear." I hear Charlie reply, and I lay down into my broken position, just as he reopened the door. "You're very lucky. I have to go, and I won't be back until after my weekend fishing trip. You'd better be good; remember, I have contacts." He warned, narrowing his eyes.

I visibly gulped, letting him know that I wasn't planning on sneaking out. Usually, if I wanted to see my friends, it would be on Wednesday - the only day he let me stay out past 4 - or when he went on his weekend-long trips.

He smirked, and slid his gun into its holster on his belt. I waited until I heard the front door slam behind him, and the sound of the police cruiser driving a way before I picked myself off the floor, and dragged my battered body upstairs.

I liked to have an ice bath after a beating, because it helped the wounds I constantly received, and kept me conscious long enough to treat the worst ones. I didn't know much about first aid, but over the years, I'd learnt the basics; how to stitch up the worst cuts, how to apply disinfectant efficiently, and most of all, how to set a splint for broken bones. I also knew the best ways to cover up bruises and black eyes.

I quickly undressed, and hopped into my icy bath, but not for long. You couldn't stay in this temperature of water for too long, or you'd get a bad cold; or worse. I jumped out and sat in the middle of the cramped bathroom, to assess the damage.

I have a sprained wrist, a large cut along my stomach, and numerous bruises and cuts. The cut on my stomach was sure to scar, and the bruises were deep - going purple already. Luckily, it was my left wrist, so I could still write in school, without people getting suspicious.

Sighing, I wrapped my wrist in a bandage, and set a cast around it. It stung a lot, and took a while, due to the fact that I could only use one hand. I covered a needle in rubbing alcohol, and shut my eyes tightly. This was going to hurt.

I began to stitch, and, as I had first thought, it hurt a lot. Slowly, as I continued to stab my skin, the pain ebbed away into numbness. That god for rubbing alcohol. I tied it off, and stuck a plaster over the cut. I then proceeded to brush my teeth.

Time for bed! Joy...

Heading into my bedroom, I opened my window and closed my curtains. I liked to have a cold bedroom while I slept; the draft helped to block out the pain from my bruises. Slipping under the rough, itchy covers, I prepared for yet another sleepless night...

Hey guys! Did you like it? I know, I put the prologue and the first chapter in the same ... Well, chapter, but who really cares :P this was written on my iPad, for those who were wondering. Pop a review in the bow below if you want more! :D