I am writing a fan fic!! Well another one! J This is about Charlie turning abusive to his TEN year old daughter Bella, after Renee leaves and doesn't bring Bella with her. Now Charlie is a threat to sweet little TEN year old Bella. What happens when her world gets turned up side down? Will The Cullens' be able to save her, from Charlie, from Scott (later in the story), and most importantly herself? Involves, Rape, abuse, cutting. Don't worry it goes until she is in her teenage years!! So it gets REALLY interesting….. J Enjoy.
"You know maybe someday you will grow up and act your age!!!" Dad shouted at me. I stared in shock. Did he not realize how old I actually am? "But Dad, I do act my age! I am ten remember?" I asked raising my eyebrows. I actually act older then my age. But no need to make him madder then he already was. I had learned long ago. Not to make him too mad. If you do then you get struck. Right across the face. He never actually hit me after that one hit. He would always stop, and go…. "Bella! I'm so sorry! Can I get you a toy?" Always trying to buy my love. To buy my trust back.
"Do not back talk me! It's your fault Renee left! You little life ruining bitch!" He said. Oh no I could see the vein in his forehead thumping. He was mad. I ran away, and he ran after me. "Oh, Bella, sweet heart, it's okay Daddy won't hurt you." He said in a mocking sweet voice. I hid under my bed in fetal position clutching my knees to my chest. I would breathe loud no matter what. I knew this is going to be worst then the other times, there would be no stopping, or no toy. I tried to hide my hyperventilating as much as I could. I could hear his loud footsteps from where he was wearing his huge steal-toed boots. Thump! Thump! Thump! Suddenly his foot steps stopped, and they seemed oddly close. Bang! Bang! Bang! "Little girl, don't be scared, I won't hurt you." he laughed. And I gasped.
He then kicked in my locked door, and starting looking around. I froze completely still under my bed not even breathing. He stopped in front of the bed after about two times going back and forth. I started soundlessly crying. He reached under my bed and pulled me out by my hair. "AHH!!!" I screamed from the pain. "Do not run from me!" He shouted angered, dragging me by my hair to the stairs. Where he then pushed me down the stairs. "What did I do?" I asked through my sobs, and screams of pain. He stomped down angry. "Stop crying and screaming." He growled. Then kicked me in my ribs. I couldn't help but to scream then. When I did I earned another kick to the rib, in the exact same spot. Then I just whimpered, as he picked me up by my wrist forcefully pulling it out of place, and dragging me to the living room, and through up against the wall, and slapped me across the face.
"You deserve this!" He shouted, and hit my head on the wall hard. Making it bleed. "No!" I shouted, not from the pain but from what he said. I didn't deserve this. No one did. He then punched me in the stomach making me lose my breath. "Say it!" He growled. "You deserve this!" I said spitting in his face. I was not going down that easy. No, he knew I was stubborn. "You little whore!" He shouted, then punched my in the face. I fell out of his grip unconscious.
The next morning I had to go to school, covered in bruises, and scars. I got up shakily still affected by last night. I went to take a shower to wash off the dried blood from my throbbing head. I got in the shower, and water instantly made contact with my skin. Relaxing my every possibly broken bone. After my shower, I dried off, then did my hair. Finally I moved on to the damage. I took out the cover up, and I had some sunglasses big ones. I then covered up my black eye as much as I could, and then put on eyeliner and mascara to cover up a little bit more of it. Going to my closet, I put on a long sleeved blue shirt with a butterfly on it. And a pair of long dark faded blue jeans. (cuter then it sounds) Then I brushed my hair to cover up the gash. That I treated with a liquid band-aid. I walked out of my room, and into the kitchen. Getting a bowl of Lucky charms, and glass of Orange juice. I ate quickly not wanting to be late, then quickly brushed my teeth.
I set off on my way to school, at Fork's Elementary. I had my hood of my black zip up hooded jacket on, and was walking quite fast. Tripping of my feet, every step I took. I was very clumsy. Way too clumsy for my own good. I walked into the school, right before the bell rung. Great I was late. My new look would distract enough attention, I didn't need any more then I already had. I rushed into my classroom, just when the teacher, was explaining how to label sentences. My least favorite class. Language Arts. Also known as English.
"Well hello, Ms. Swan, glad you decided to join us to-." she stopped mid-sentence when she turned around and saw me. Apparently I didn't do a good job hiding my disastrous night. "What happened dear?" She gasped, and said too loudly. Everyone in the class turned to look at me. Great. I thought. I didn't think I would have to explain, how this happened. I quickly made up a lie. "Oh I, uhh, tripped on the rug, going outside last night, and fell and hit my eye on the door knob. It's okay, My Father has already checked it, and said it would heal soon." I lied. Maybe she would by it. After all I am known for my clumsiness. J "You know you can tell me anything right?" She whispered. Nope she didn't by it. "Of course, Ms. Williams, and I would tell you if anything was going on." I lied through my oh so sweet smile.
She grimaced and excused me to my seat. I had to smile on my way back to it. There were eight-teen nosy students staring at me, to see what happened. I knew I would have to tell my made up story, a million times today. I groaned and laid my head down on my desk. Hiding myself from the stares. This was going to be a long day.
So what do you think so far? Please Review!!!! This idea just came to me!! Oh and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Or HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! Please please please please please please please please REVIEW!!!!!!