Chapter One: Anger Issues Much?
"I'm leaving, I've had enough of your shit!" all I could hear were the screams of the daily argument between my mom and her husband, my step dad, a sorry ass one at that. I haven't seen my real dad since I was five when the divorce was finalized...I'm almost eighteen now. Being as I barely knew my father I didn't really know what I was missing but it had to be better than living with this abusive low life. Even though Phil left her emotionally and physically scarred numerous times, Amy just couldn't seem to get the hint, even after six years of this bullshit. This time I guess I finally had my last straw, I finally cracked. "Get the fuck away from her you stupid dick!" was all I remember saying as I launched my body towards him...the rest was all a haze to me.
"Beep, Beep, Beep..." why the hell was I dreaming about annoying ass beeping sounds? I slowly opened my eyes as a sharp pain went through my whole body, my face felt majorly swollen but why? What exactly happened last night? I quickly began to realize that unfortunately the beeps from my dream weren't a part of my dream, they were coming from a machine hooked up to an iv machine that was attached to me...I had ended up in the hospital. I hadn't even noticed that there was a hand interlocked with my purple throbbing hand, At least I must have gotten one good punch in, a glimmer of a tiny smile formed my lips which was worth the sting, "Mom?..." my voice sounded so faint and weak. She had her head on the edge of my bed which I hadn't noticed until now that she had fallen asleep. Amazingly enough she had heard my pathetic voice, "Oh Bella, you're alive!" she cried as she hugged me just a little too tight for my comfort right now. "Oww!" I screamed out surprised that my voice could project that loudly after all the screaming I had done last night, I had called Phil a lot of names that he was truly worthy of and I remember every single one of them, this caused another smile to form my fat lips. "Sorry, sorry for squeezing too tight, sorry that this happened, sorry I didn't listen to you sooner baby girl..." I cut my hysterical mother off, "Mom...its not your fault stop saying sorry." She just nodded sadly a waterfall still streaming down her cheeks, "I left him...finally." I guess I was shocked to hear those words, the words I had been dying to hear for so long had finally come out of her mouth I didn't even care that it hurt so bad to have my mouth wide open.
It had been two months since the incident and I had fully recovered and had been home for a week. Arizona was such a lovely place, the heat is what I loved most even though no matter how long I stayed in the sun I was always this pathetic pale white porcelain figure. I'm a plain girl I guess you could say, I live in jeans, I've worn a dress only once or twice in my life once for my school play when I was three and the other time when I was twelve which I dreaded, the wedding where we officially introduced the asshole to our family. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't still asleep as I laid in bed, Yes he really is gone, he's been gone for two months now." The thought still didn't fully process with me, silence felt eery but blissful at the same time. I heard light footsteps approaching my door as if they were hesitating to come in, and the lonesome look she gave me didn't make me think any better. "Mom what's wrong..." I returned the same look. She had just closed her cell phone which she barely knows how to use. "I just got off the phone with your father..." "And...?" I replied after a minute of silence. "...We both agreed that you should stay with him for awhile...give you time to coupe with things, to experience more...give me time to adjust to these finance changes." she looked up at me. I immediately shrugged my head, "Mom I'm fine I don't need time to coupe or experience anything...and if its money your worried about I could easily get another job."