The sun is rising, it's just got 6am. My feet dragged along the pavement as I reached my home, I say home it's not really a home because I hate it here. Last night had been rough, Carson and Bill had me doing tequila. A pinch of salt and a squeeze of lemon, they say it makes it stay down. That is not true, fact. It makes it worse if you ask me, I ended up being sick all over the bar.
"Isabella Swan! Where have you been?" My mother Renee Dwyer yells as I open the door, she's sat underneath the lamp with a book on her lap. I hate the name 'Dwyer' It's his name, it's Phil's. I hate him with every cell that makes up my body, He tries to be my dad, but it never works.
"Mom! Please don't yell, my head hurts." I groan, huffing as I sit frown on the sofa. My curly brown hair falling in front of my chocolate eyes, I don't bother to move it. My whole body felt numb.
"I'm sick of the Isabella!" She says slightly softer.
"I'm sorry, I'll be better, promise." I stand up slowly and try and head for the stairs but my hells get caught underneath the rug, sending me flying towards the cabinet, with a thud my head slams against the cold wooden surface.
"ISABELLA ARE YOU OKAY?" My mom yells, I nod a little before trying to stand up again, but I cant my body wont move. "Baby, just rest, shh!" she tries to calm me, but my eyes are wide with panic.
The last thing I hear before drifting of into a deep sleep is my mother talking on the phone.
My eyes flutter open to see a bright light above me, there's a slight beeping noise as I move. Where in the world am I? The bright light quickly turns into a blue one, then a ceiling as my eyes focus.
"Your awake thank god!" my mother says as she leans over me.
"Mom, where am I?" I whisper, my voice is a little rustic.
"Here drink this baby, it'll make you feel better." She helps me sit up a little before she passes me a glass of water. I down the glass quickly, my throat feels a little better I guess.
"Where am I?" I frown looking around, the room is a pale blue and smells too clean, next to me is big machinery which is still beeping away.
"The hospital sweetie, you came home this morning and fell over, hitting your head on the cabinet in the living room. They just wanted to check you over before you go." She says, her eyes drop to the floor. I lean over to see what she's looking at, there are four suitcases bulging out piled on top of each other.
"Who's are those?" I chuckle, was she going on holiday?
"Your hon, I'm sending you to live with you dad for a little while, just till your grades are up." She says calmly.
"NO FUCKING WAY!" I growl, leaning closer to her. "I HAVE A LIFE HERE MOM! A BOYFRIEND! A JOB! AND FRIENDS!" I yell at her. She moves away from as I reach out for her.
"Ah, Miss. Swan, Your awake." Someone in a large blue overall says as he walks in the room, I sigh lightly as I lean back down, she nods at me a little before putting a plain ticket on the bed, she kisses my head before walking out the room, was that her idea of a goodbye?
A/N: I'm not sure if I should continue this, what do you guys think? Oh and its going to be all OOC (: