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Twisted Love

Chapter 1: Isabella

Why do people have to run, run from the people they are suppose to run to. I slam my door. My dad came home late again from Sierra Inn Bar. The look on his face was incomprehensible.

He looked liked a monster out of one of the books that I read. I saw the need to hurt something in his eyes, I knew I needed to run away from this demon, because I am the target that

he would like to shed his anger out on. He wasnt always like this he became this way when my mom died when I was 7. she died while giving birth to my youngest sister, Stephanie.

Every since the day she died, my dad turned to alcoholic, and when he was drunk he turned into this thing . A thing that hurts what ever is in its way, and doesn't care how much pain

and suffering it causes them.

Just then my dad kicked open my door with a lot of force. Enough force that it almost brought my door off the hinges. I run to the corner of my room and cover my head. Waiting for the

blows to come. Just then I felt like a semi hit me on the side of my head. I get thrown from where I am sitting. And I lay face up on my carpet. This time, he has a bat in his hands, and I

honestly thought this might be the end. He grasps the baseball bat and starts to stroke it. He bends of and looks me straight in the eye and says with his jaw clenched, " Bella, you are

nothing! You never will be anything! All you do is prance around like you are the most perfect thing that walked this earth, well your not! Your mom was, but your stupid little sister killed

her. And one day when she gets ol' enough, she will feel the pain that she caused me. The pain of loosing your dear mommy." while he was saying this, spit was flying onto my face. I

promised myself that I would never let my dad touch Stephanie. She was so innocent, It was not her fault. After he said that he struck me again on the rib. The air got forced out of me. I

couldnt breath. i rolled over on my side from the pain. Then there was another one to my outer thigh. I could not scream or cry when he did this, or he would see it as weakness. He did

not like weakness, if he saw it, the beatings would get worse. So I let him finish battering me.

When he finally did leave me alone, I crawled to my bathroom. Every centimeter that I moved, my body felt like there was thousands of knives stabbing me. I could barely breath, every

time I expanded my chest it felt like that someone had a gun and was repeating to beat at my ribs over and over again. I think he broke my rib. How was I suppose to explain to my P.E

teacher that I had a broken rib? Well I will think of something, I always do. Wow, I thought to myself, I start my first day of my senior year at Buchanan High tomorrow, and I can scantily

walk. I wonder what I am going to tell Katrina and Natalee. They are going to wonder why I can't walk. I am not going to stress about it right now. There is more important problems.

I finally make it to the counter and I struggle to wrench and twist my way up to a standing position. The pain just would not stop. I could feel my heartbeat in every part of my body. I got

the courage to look at my face in the mirror to see what I look like. I reluctantly pick up my head to see, the tears start to pour out. The side of head was swollen like a golf ball. The

blood was already dried, but it ran from the golf ball, down my shirt. It honestly looked like the most blood that he has ever drained out of me. The whole right side of my head was

drenched in blood. It was crusting up on the side of my face. It looks like I am going to wear my hat for awhile. I grab a wash cloth and run it over the cool water, and dab around the

wound. I try to clean up the blood that was attached to my skin now. I get it cleaned up pretty good. The next step is to look at what is hiding underneath my shirt. I was more scared

about this than my head. I start to pull up my shirt. I get to my third rib, and it looks like something is trying to violently thrust its way through my skin. There was my answer, he had

finally broken his first bone on me.

I slowly get back on my floor and crawl to my bed, and pull with all my strength to get on my bed. My fingers are twisting in my sheet, and pulling so hard to get up. At last I get up there.

I stare at my ceiling and think that I am grateful that I am the only one that gets beat. It scares me because I know the minute that I turn 18, my dad is going to kick me out. How am I

suppose to protect my sisters? I know as soon as I am gone, he is going to go to the next sibling. I basically raised those kids. I make sure they are fed, and they do their homework. I

have been their mom since I was 7.

I turn towards my nightstand, grab my pen and my note book. This is the notebook I write in after I get beat. I write how I feel:

August 19, 2006

after every hit I take, I loose a little more of me.

After every silent scream I make, I loose control of who I was suppose to be.

After every tear I cry, I loose more of my sanity.

Almost every night I go to sleep thinking about him. He is the only person I have felt loved by since my mom died. He knew me. I met him at my grandparents farm when I was 13. His

mom was my grandmothers care taker. So they lived on the farm with us. My sisters and I lived with my grandparents when my dad went to jail for assault and battery. He was only in

there for two and a half months. So I we stayed with my grandparents over the summer.

I met him when I was walking down to the creek. He was down there swimming, it was one of the hottest summers that I have ever felt. While I was walking, I heard something in the

water. It kind of scared me, I thought it might have been a mountain lion, or a bear. So got on the ground and crawled to the nearest bush. I slowly peaked up through the branches.

Thats when I felt something in my stomach start to run wild. He was beautiful. He was splashing around in the water. I was so wrapped up in the sight, I didn't noticed that I had lost my

balance. I fell and rolled down the rest of the hill. I hit a rock. I passed out and when I finally opened my eyes, his chocolaty brown eyes were filled with fear. " are you okay?!" he said

with passion.

" mhmm what? What happened?" I mumbled.

" you fell out of the bush up the hill, and rolled down and hit your head on that rock," he pointed over wear there was a huge bolder with a little blood on it, " you scared the crap out of

me. So I jumped out and ran to you. I picked you up and put you on my towel. Its been like five minutes and you finally opened your eyes." he said while I suddenly realized that he was

dripping water all over me. " oh, well, yeah I am okay. Thank you." I tried to push up but my head was pounding.

" I don't think you can get up. Just lay down right now. I will get dry and walk you back to your grandparents house." he said.

" no, I am fine." I said knowing that I wasn't. I pulled myself up and started to walk, thats when he said, " well it was nice to meet you, im Edward." he said with a huge smile on his face.

It was the most perfect smile I have ever seen. My heart skipped a beat.

" you too, im Isabella." I said with a smile too. He got up and ran towards me. He walked me back to the house.

Thats when every thing went up. We spent everyday together. We would ride horses together, play in the creek. Talk about all our biggest dreams. He knew everything about me, except

about my dad. I felt like I knew him, every part of him. I knew I loved him. Then one day I woke up, and he was gone. He left a note under my door saying, " im sorry, but we had to

move. Talk to you soon Isabella. I will never forget you." My heart was gone. He had took it with him when he left.

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