New Scars
Izzie's POV
"Isabella! Why isn't my dinner ready yet?" Charlie yelled up the stairs at me.
"It's almost ready Ch- Dad!" I told him walking down the stairs.
"No! Have you not learned your lesson? Have my dinner ready by the time I walk through the door! I should be able to walk in the door take off my gun belt and sit down at the table to eat!" he shouted in my face, already smelling strongly of JackDaniels.
"I'm sorry. I'll try harder next time! I'm just not feeling too good." My reply was obviously not something he wanted to hear. I felt my face stinging in pain and felt warm liquid pour down my cheek and neck. His ring had cut my face opened. I got my hopes up when he stomped off but I should have known that it was too good to be true.
"Maybe this will teach you a lesson!" he shouted as he came back to me with a knife.
He pushed on the stairs and sat on my stomach. I hit my head on one of the creaky steps and yelped in pain. He smirked at me and laughed.
"What shall I start with?" he grinned even more.
He pushed the knife into the corner of my mouth and carved up to the end of my left eyebrow. The whole time I was trying so hard not to scream and squirm because that will only make everything last longer and hurt worse. I then felt the knife at my forehead and he dragged it all the way through the arch of my left eyebrow and down through to my bottom lip. At first I thought he was done but instead he wiped the blood on my jeans, cutting me more, deeper… I hurt like hell but nothing can compare to him dragging the knife from my hairline, above my left temple to the bottom of my jaw.
The worst part is, is that I can't scream 'cause he will hurt me worse. I didn't dare think he was over and sadly I was right. I heard and felt a sickening crunch in my abdomen. The tell tale sign of him breaking my ribs. The stairs were biting at my back and I was in unbearable pain. I then saw him reaching for his gun, he was going to help me both ways if he killed me now or killed himself, either way it would put me out of pain.
"You're a worthless whore!" he then shot me in the calf. Not killing me but putting me in more pain.
I laid there for the majority of the night not moving not speaking, just silently crying and thinking.
On his way up to bed Charlie kicked the leg he shot before tromping drunkenly up the old steps.
Once I heard his thunderous snores I, painfully, got up on my good leg and hobbled to the door. I felt stupid but I needed someone to take me to the hospital. Closing the door behind me lightly I made a long trail of blood behind me as I trekked my way to our neighbors home. The poor neighbors could probably hear the gunshot. And the first time he shot me they came banging on the door and Charlie kicked me behind the sofa and told them it was a snake and they said okay, still worried and slowly started back to their house.
I finally made it to their front door and banged really hard. I didn't notice they had company until and unfamiliar boy opened the door and it looked to me that he stopped breathing instantly, but I wasn't sure.
"I'm sorry to bother your get together, but can one of you please take me to the hospital. I beg you, please, while he's sleeping.
"Yes ma'am." He had a southern drawl. He was absolutely sweet. He had blond locks that were kind of to the middle of his neck. My vision clouded and I began to sway. He caught me and then everything went black.
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I don't remember how long it has been, I don't remember much of anything really except the pain and cuts and Charlie shooting me in my leg. The last thing I remember is a beautiful looking boy with a southern drawl. I heard a beeping noise and instantly recognized it as a medical thingy.
Looking around it wasn't a normal looking hospital room. It was painted a soft green and there were comfy looking chairs and above them was a pillowed window bench. I had a clamp thing on my middle finger and an I.V. line stuck into the inside of my wrist.
"Isabella Swan? I'm Dr. Cullen. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain anymore?" Dr. Cullen asked me sweetly and calmly.
I tried to talk but I couldn't because of the stitches I felt on my face. He realized this and apologized.
"Pardon me." He came over and took my hand." Squeeze my hand once for yes and twice for no and three times for a little bit. Are you in any pain?"
I squeezed his hand once for yes. He nodded and asked if it was on my face and I squeezed his hand once. And then he asked me more questions to which I answered. Then he asked the one question I didn't want him to.
"Did someone do this to you?" I decided to be truthful so facial reconstructing won't have to happen. I squeezed his hand once for yes. He drew in a sharp breath mumbling something like who would ever do something that gruesome. It happens Dr. Cullen, wake up in there!
"Was it your mother?" I squeezed his hand twice for no. "Father?" once for yes.
"We will take care of that right away. You just focus on getting better." He smiled warmly, and walked over to my IV bag putting something in the tube and I tried to relax a little. Few minutes later I was completely relaxed and falling asleep.
A.N/ Hello to all reading this. I hoped you liked it, loved it. But most importantly I hope you tell me that you did… I'm new to this and this is my first story. It won't all be abuse and such….but… anyway…please review and tell what you this. I'm hoping for it to be a longer FF but idefk right now…Pretty Please…With extra Pleases!
