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AN: ermm... yeah, so this is like my second fic, and guess what happened? my laptop started to fall apart on me. so yeah, my grammar sucks, i thought of this while sleeping on my parents bed, and i'm doing good in school. 3 random pieces of information for you there. and, there are going to be a lot of own characters in this fic. don't hate me for it.
sorry for OOCness, i hope you enjoy though
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EPOV.
The belt hit my back again. I tried not to be a wicked boy, sometimes I wouldn't even to anything. They would hit me about 5 times, then, when I'd stop crying out in pain, they would hit me again. I couldn't say I hated them, though. It would be, hit me, then love me. Regular routine. I don't actually remember when this started, all I remember of it starting, was the pain. I've grown immune to the pain now though.
It was the first day of a new school. I hope things will turn out better at this school. Last school, I got bullied in. I got bullied for a lot of things, one thing was; I've never kissed a girl. Not once, being as I didn't want to get too close to people, it was sort of a phobia. I know people would hate me, but I could at least try to make a difference this time. "You're a wicked boy." My mum said while beating me. I glanced around the room. The clock said it was one, as I looked, I found an empty bottle of alcohol. I knew it.
The belt stopped, and I was waiting for the pain. It eventually came; I curled up into a ball, waiting for it to end. When I say I was immune to the pain, I didn't mean it, I'm not immune to the pain. I still can't stand it, I can't stand the pain that comes. I use to scream, but not now. All I can do is let the tears stream, even though they hurt as much as that goddamned belt. Times like this need someone to be there, I need my parents to help me get through later, get through the first day of a new school. My parents use to be supportive, but they changed. I have no idea why they changed. They were fine with every other teenager in the world. Well, they acted fine with them, they'd beat me if they didn't like them.
I looked at the roof, I could hear Carlisle upstairs. This room must've been the house. It had a big glass window on the back wall, well, it was technically the back door, but we never use it. It looked so cold outside. Mind you, I could go out there at this moment in time and feel nothing, literally. That is how numb I go. My grandmother, Elizabeth, use to teach me piano. She said that it would take me far one day. And, of course, it did. I passed my GCSEs with it. Everyone wanted me. It was like being famous, but a lot worse. It was worse because my parents would watch with disgust, then when we got home they would beat me. I don't know why though, wouldn't normal parents want their children to do well?
I got up, and walked to my room. It was sort of big with a massive window on the front wall. My curtains were closed, they were a golden kind of colour, they matched my room, which was the same golden colour. My bed covers stood out a bit. They were dark blue with fish on them. I know, it's not the sort of thing a 17 year-old boy would have, but what part of my life was normal? I can't stand up to my parents for god's sakes. I looked at the clock in my room, it was only quarter passed one. I went and laid on my bed, I put some earphones in. soon enough some soft classical music started playing. I preferred this kid of music to be honest. Not all that trance music that's around these days. Slowly, I drifted into the blackness of sleep.
I woke up to a random rap song. I forgot to turn off my iPod last night. Then I noticed that I was still dressed from the night before. I got up, my back ached as I got up, like it was protesting. I walked to my mirror and examined my back. I could already see the bruise. I sighed; today was going to be the worse day of my life. No, it will be second, first worse day was when grandma Masen died. She died of some Spanish disease.
I looked at my clock, it was only five o'clock. I then looked around my room, I could sense that something was missing, but I couldn't be sure what it was. I could hear my father snoring in the room next door. I knew that they'd beat me if I woke them. I didn't even want to know what they do in the nights. I've always got my iPod on in t he nights. Well, when I'm not with them, which is surprisingly very little. I went and sat on my bed; I turned on some classical music and started to think, about nothing in particular. One question that crossed my mind is, 'is there life outside that I want to be part of?' I hated questions like that but they're so true. I've never had the option of life outside, would I like it when I finally get it? Would people make fun of me here? Do people actually have better lives than I do?
Well, that was an obvious yes. A tree would have a better life than I do. It's not fair. I should be a normal teenage boy. I was brought out of my thoughts by my parent's bed springs moan as they got up. How long had I been thinking? I looked at the clock, it was only half five. Man, I knew I should've gone to sleep. I fell back onto my bed. What if there was a whole new world waiting for me in school today? Would I be able to grab it? Or would I just let it slip through my fingers?
Would I make friends? Would I be punished for making friends? These questions will have to wait to be answered. Suddenly there was a knock on my door. "Edward, I'm going to work, tell your mother when she get's up." All dad said to me these days.
"Okay, I'll tell her." I said, emotionless. That's what he wanted an emotionless son. They wanted a daughter. If they ever had one they were going to call it Lilly-May. I sort of liked the name; they're still trying so hard to get her. If they did have her, when I turn eighteen, I would take her with me. I'm not going to leave knowing they're child-abusing her. I would take young Lilly as soon as I could. I'll sneak her out of the house, buy a new one out of my college found or something, I might have enough for both a small house and for some local college. I've been saving for about seven years now. I'll get a part-time job, too, so I can buy food and pay a baby-sitter.
There was a possibility that mother was already pregnant with little Lilly. She has been getting fatter. What if it were twins? I can't take care of both. But on the other hand, I can't leave one here. There was a good eleven months till I can leave home. So the kid will be about three months old. At least then I can bottle feed it. I sighed, the hardest part was kidnapping the baby. Why did my plans always back-fire on me? I'm not leaving this house without her. And even if I do, I'll come back for her.
I glanced at the clock, 6 already? I rolled out of bed and went to the kitchen. I looked in the fridge and there was hardly anything there. Well that figures. I was looking around for something to eat when mother walked down, then I found some bread. "Morning, would you like some toast? I'm about to put some on." I muttered, probably to myself.
"Erm… yes please. I really need to go shopping, don't I?" she asked while looking in the fridge. I didn't reply. I put 4 rounds of bread in the toaster. I watched them cook. Mother started talking again, "Edward," she said simply.
"Yes mother?" my nerves started growing, she never speaks to me in the morning unless it was important.
"Edward," she said again before continuing. "I think I'm pregnant with the daughter I've always wanted, and if you get involved with her in any way, shape or form, I swear, I'll kill you." She said it so calmly that it makes me wonder if she ever was a kind, loving mother to me. Probably not, I was the most wicked, mean, hateful boy in the world. Everyone seemed to hate me. No one has ever offered to be my friend, and when I talk to people, they look at me like I have some sort of illness or something. I was always the brainiest kid in school, because I ever had to go out with friends and all that. I moved here from Britain like a week ago. Carlisle got offered a job here, and Esme said she'd like to move to America, and that was that.
I was already familiar with where everything was in the small town of Little Rock. I was going to Little Rock high, one of many high schools in Little Rock. But this was the best of them all. Well, for what I wanted. I was taking AP Biology, English, Music, Spanish, Physical Education and Chemistry. I'm not sure what order they were in. I was brought out of my thoughts by the toaster pinging. I pulled the toast out and buttered it. I took two to mother and ate one myself. I couldn't eat the second one I had lost my apatite completely since she said that, I was defiantly going to run away with that baby. No matter what. I ran up to my room, it was half seven, I had been an hour and a half? Probably all the thinking I was doing. It isn't good that I'm thinking like this. I hoped to find something today, but I'm not sure what. If I could have anything in the world it would be for the unborn Lilly's safety. It might be too late for mine, but I could always worry about her safety.
I looked into my closet to see what I could wear, I had a pair of black skinny jeans or faded baggy jeans. I pick the black skinnies. Well, they weren't that skinny but you had to be on the skinny side to fit into them. I put the first t-shirt I could find, it was a black Iron-Maiden one, with this years tour dates on the back. I went to see them with my cousin for my birthday. That must've been the best night of a long time. My cousin, Roxy, is 19 this year. To me, she's my big sister, she moved with us to America to 'protect' me. She has a night-job, well sort-of, it's an evening job that stretches till 10:30 in the night. When she get's home, she's very tired. She tries to make conversation, but soon gives up and goes to bed. She was the only girl I've let myself get close to. I've always been scared of them, to be honest. I'd never think a girl could be your sun, if you found the right one. I don't believe that she can be the one that brightens your day, either.
I'll never believe that, but I can at least try to fall in love here. I was ready for school in no time at all. I lay on my bed with some Paramore playing, after Misery Business ended, Roxy was knocking on my door. "Edward, we can't be late for the first day in an American school." She sang the last part. She was obviously exited. I rolled off the bed, James Bond style, grabbed my bag and opened my door. Roxy was wearing her usual, three quarter leggings, a mini-skirt, a tank top, and her Poland hoodie that had 'Roxy. Riot' on the back. Well, her jumper was around her waist, it was going to be a hot day, I knew that. We walked to the garage.
In the garage my new silver Volvo waited. I've been driving in it all week. My parents bought it for me, before we even moved her. They could love, just chose not to be. That was their choice, but they shouldn't be taking it out on their seventeen year old son. That's when Esme's words kicked in, 'if you get involved with her in any way, shape or form, I swear, I'll kill you.' I froze. She was planning something, I could feel it. I sensed Roxy by me, but I was too deep in thought to do anything. All I could do now was wait for little Lilly-May to be born, then I'll plan. Her life was more important than my own at this moment in time.
"Lilly-May Masen Cullen, I shall save you, I promise." I whispered to myself. I turned to Roxy, "let's go! Who's driving?" I tried to sound happy, but I knew she'd ask a load of questions in the car, joy.
She pointed at me. So I slid into the driver's seat. Let the fireworks begin.
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