Okay, well this would be my third fanfic so far and I hope you enjoy it.. Bella is a Sophomore in high school and human while the Cullens are in their normal twilight school pairings. The Cullens are all vampires and Bella is human who is both abused and raped by her father, who blames Bella for the leaving of her mother when she was five. Continuing on!!
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BPOV
I woke up on this cold tile floor, in a puddle of my own blood. The bruises that were fading are back in full blow again. I took a deep breath to assess that I do indeed have a few fractured ribs. As I stand up, I feel my leg buckle as I put my weight on my now broken ankle. Swell, just swell.
I take a look at the clock on the microwave and start to clean, wincing as I pop my dislocated shoulder back into place. 6:30. Great, just enough time before the sheriff awakens. I clean and make Charlie's breakfast, well aware that I will be having no food today.
I go upstairs to catalogue my injuries, taking my sparse amount of cover up into consideration. I feel around my scalp and wince as come across a barely healed wound, covered by the wild mahogony thing I call hair. I take my ribs, ankle, and head into account and smile. It could have been worse. I shower quickly and cry out silently as the water flows into my once healing cut.
I wash fervantly and get out of the shower only to realize I left my change of clothes in my room. Too late to back out now, I run silently on my broken ankle to my room, only to discover that I had another injury in the making. My wrist is sprained too. I put on a pair of black panties and bra set, covered by a black and red 'Bite Me' tee. I throw on a pair of black sweats, black ankle socks, and white converse and run back to the bathroom to assess the damage to my face. It could have been worse.
I wince at the thought of what this will do to my dwindling supply of cover up, noting that I will have to run to the store with my secret stash of cash, saved for emergencies like these. A few small bruises here and there across my cheekbones and on my forehead. The chief made sure to make little markings on my face, to discourage any suspicions of abuse on his part.
As I run downstairs, I realize that I forgot my bag and keys upstairs, flinching as my ankle came in contact with the stair as I turn around and face my room. I run quickly to the room and grab my things, hoping that I can be out of the house before the chief wakes up, keeping me from further cover up usage. Luck was on my side as I flee to my rusty old truck and start the engine, smiling as I put it in reverse, free from the fear for now. But then a very familiar fear grips me as I drive that familiar drive to school. How to keep the secret.
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Okay well that was a sucky chapter, was it not? I could have done better but it just wouldn't come to me.. :( Sad, really. Okay well lata peeplz!!
**Shari Tamwood*
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