The Receiving End
Chapter 1: The Hell I Am In
So here is my new story. I feel like Rosalie doesn't get nearly enough appreciation so yh,enjoy.
Slap! The sound was sharp, stingy the air just as much as it did her cheek. It added insult to the injury as instead of pain flaring it simply intensified.
"You stupid, worthless Bitch!" A mother screamed at her child. Should such people be called mothers? Or just a womb donor? Surrogates even? Tears streamed down raw, stinging cheeks as a child bore a wrath that she should never have to. Dark brown eyes looked up fearfully at blazing blues, a shiver involuntary running through the abused child.
"I'm s-sorry, I dropped it." The child, Bella's, voice was barely above a whimper of a whisper as her voice broke around the simple words. She had being bad and she knew that a punishment would come. Renee, the abomination of a mother, snorted in disgust as she looked at the child she had spawned as though she was no better than the dirt on her shoe. She really wasn't sure how she got stuck with such an inconsiderate, clumsy mess of a child. And just as Bella suspected a punishment came in the form of a swift kick to ribs that hadn't truly healed in five years. That was just how bad she was.
"Clean your shit up, then get to bed." And then she walked out. She couldn't bare to look at the insolent piece of shit a second longer. Bella's breath came out ragged as she fought tears both from the pain of the injury and the pain of the rejection. She followed the orders she had being given intent on not fanning the flames any further.
She grasped at tiny shards of glass that previously belonged to a pretty, ornate tumbler. She winced on several occasions as the miniscule shards dug into her tender skin. Blood drew to the surface but luckily did not drip over. Ignoring the pain, just like always, she continued on with her task. She collected the shards before discarding them in the trash can that would need emptying soon. She smiled ruefully wishing she could discard the memories and her pain just as easily.
By now her palms were stinging considerably and a quick assessment led her to the conclusion that they would need some anticeptic cream and possibly a plaster. She reached towards the cupboard that held the medical equipment, groaning as she realised that with her miniscule stature she couldn't reach it. Just attempting to stretch had her ribs protesting in protest. She looked around wondering just how she was going to figure this out when she noticed the kitchen chair. She pulled it easily up against the lower cupboards before grasping the back and hoisting herself up.
She groaned quietly as her ribs jostled with the simple action. She moved slower as she acclimatised to the pain, her face constantly twisted into a grimace. From her new height she could easily reach the cupboard and quickly rummaged through looking for what she needed.
A tiny scream fell from her lips as she felt herself falling. What on earth was going on? She hadn't moved so why was she falling? It took her a few seconds to realise that the chair was no longer underneath her and that she was in a considerably greater amount of pain. She looked up and meant the twisted sneer of her mother.
"Who the fuck said you could help yourself yourself to my medical equipment? You haven't earnt shit so you aren't getting shit. Now nicely pick yourself up and fuck off." And just to make sure that her daughter followed her instructions to the letter she grapped her flowing brunette locks and hauled her up. A soundless scream passed through Bella as her hair was tugged right at it's roots. Renee pulled Bella unceremoniously towards the basement where she proceeded to open the door and uncaringly push her daughter down, down into the dark recesses. She could stay there for the night and think about just how much of a fuck up she was.
Renee was sick of her daughter, all she had done since the day she was born was demand this and that and ultimately destroyed her life. She hated the girl with a passion and wanted rid. The only problem was that the girl was only nearly seventeen so she couldn't get rid of her for another year and a bit. Way too long.
But then she realised there was other options, that to create a child needs two parents and that one of them hadn't pulled quite nearly enough weight. It was his turn now, finally Renee could get rid of her daughter. A peaceful smile spread across Renee's face as she rifled through her phone book. Where on earth was the number for her ex-husband? And then finally with a triumphant woop! she stumpled across the correct number. The contact was small stating his number and postal code, a postal code for a one-horse town, a place the free spirited Renee had detested. She punched the numbers in quickly, excited about something regarding her daughter for the first time in years.
Charlie was surprised when he heard his phone ring, it was a rare occasion unless he was at work. He figured it was linked to that so thought nothing of it. He was Chief after all so it wasn't surprising that he would get unexpected phone calls. He picked up the receiver and answered in his characteristically brusque tone.
"Chief Swan, how might I help you." Never in a month of Sundays would he have expected to hear the voice that he did on the end of the phone.
"Charlie! I can't cope anymore!" His ex-wife sounded like a woman on the edge and he wondered just what exactly had driven her there. Then again he doubted it was anything as bad as she made it seemed, he remembered just how melodramatic the woman coulde be.
"What's wrong Renee?" He couldn't hold out the exasperation in his voice but if she was as self absorbed as ever he doubted she'd notice. Nevertheless he couldn't deny that he was inherently curious as to why his ex-wife, mother of his child was calling after disappearin nealy fifteen years ago.
"Isabella. You need to take her, I can't handle her anymore." Charlie's brow furrowed momentarily as he tried to compute that the little brown-haired, brown-eyed cherub could have turned out to be bad. It upset him but the answer was simple to him, took no thinking about.
"Of course I'll have her, when do you want to send her." Maybe it was wrong of him but he would take any reason to have his little girl back in his life. He only hoped she wasn't too resentful to the fact that he had missed the majority of her life. Back in Pheonix Renee smirkined as her plans came together, she was surprised at how easily her plans came together.
"Be at the airport for four tomorrow evening." And then she cut the call not waiting for a response. At his end Charlie stared at the phone in complete and utter confusion for a moment, not quite believing what had just happened. But then he realised, it truly dawned on him that this time tomorrow his daughter would be with him. A splitting grin took over his face as he dialled his best friend, he just needed someone to let all this excitement out to.
By morning pretty much the whole town knew of the second coming of Bella Swan.
Bella awoke with the cold seeping through the thin cotton fabric of her t-shirt from the previous day. Pain resonated through her arm and she realised that in the descent it had at least being badly sprained if not broken. She hoped for the former. She whimpered as the pain resonated from the one area and to her whole body. She bit her lip tightly, almost to the point of drawing blood before she looked around the large basement area looking for a scrap of fabric to make a slap-dash sling. Finally finding something half usable she awkwardly wrapped up her arm. Still it ached but the sling provided an iota of support.
Now that she was ready she exited the room, apprehensive as to what kind of mood her mother would be in this morning. She only hoped that it wasn't half as bad as the previous night. When she finally reached the kitchen her mother sat at the table, a steaming mug of tea in her hands and a nespaper sat open on the kitchenette. When Renee heard her daughter's approach she smirked before turning. She gestured to the mug.
"Do you see this?" Confused and extremely hesitantly Bella nodded, "What is it Isabella?" Renee laughed at the fear on her daughter's face, it was then she decided to have one last round of fun before she got rid of the brat forever.
"Tea?" She was sure of the answer but the unpredictability of her mother caused it to come out as a question. Renee flashed a decptively tender smile to her daughter.
"Would you like some?" Bella's eyes widened. What had brought on such a treat. She nodded eagerly before remembering her manners and gasping out a please.
"Come here then dear." Bella walked over, eager to receive something more than the scraps and water she was used to. But then the tables turned. Her back was pushed back, bent to coerce with the table, her tender ribs protested viciously. And there before her was her mother, that familiar malicious glint in her eyes. Ever so slowly she tipped the cup full of scalding liquid down onto Bella's exposed middrift. If possible her back contorted further as she attempted to escape the white-hot burning. Unwittingly a scream was drawn from her, feeding the pleasure of her beast of a mother.
Renee let out a laugh at her daughter's obvious pain before standing and returning to her seat as though nothing had occurred. Bella crumpled to the floor clutching at her torso.
"I have good news child. You're no longer living here." Shock filled Bella, she'd never survive on her own. Life wasn't perfect but it would be a thousand times worse out on the street. She looked at her mother terrified of words more than actions for the first time.
"You're kicking me out?" She couldn't believe, she thought she at least had till she was eighteen.
"No you're moving in with your father. He can see just what kind of pathetic shit he helped to spawn. Now quick get changed, we're leaving in five." The disbelief had Bella obliging mindlessly, just how Renee liked it.
The drive to the airport was silent, neither woman had anything to say to the other. Bella was feeling hope for the first time, because surely it couldn't get any worse. And Renee was anxious to see her daughter on a plane so she could continue on her life.
When they reached the airport Renee handed Bella a passport and ticket, one-way of course. Bella knew of neither but common sense would have told that they existed. Renee then proceeded to surprise Bella by drawing he into her arms. At first it seemed innocent enough but then arms tightened painfully, crushing already weak bones as mother sneered a reminder to daughter.
"Remember you belong at the bottom child." And broken and weak Bella was left to go to her plane with that bitter message to lead her into her new life.
Bella's plane was surprisingly on time. Charlie was ecstatic to see his daughter. At first glance she didn't display any signs of a wayward child but alas looks were often deceiving. He rushed to a girl he barely knew but still loved with all he had and drew her into his arms.
She was overwhelmed, his eyes were kind at the minute, his arms gentle but strong but she knew just how quickly things could change. Even with his gentleness he still pressed against a thousand bruises. Her adrenaline rose with her fear, the pain became too much and then seconds later she fell limp in her father's arms.
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