Hey guys this is my new story has been running around my head like crazy, different forms and all but today I finally got the right chapter(s). is not my usual type of thing but I kinda like how it turned out, so leave some reviews and tell me if you like it to.
A little background in the story: Renee and Bella left Forks like in the book, but in my story Renee is not the sweet mother she appears to be. Bella is kind of a pessimist and a little(lot) sarcastic. You will notice that sometimes when something happen there are () word written inside those thing-y() those are Bella's real thought, hope it makes some kind of sense, 'cause I wrote it and I can get a little confuse myself. R/R!!!!! BTW is gonna be a Carlisle/Bella story!!!
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She's scare of going inside the house(her house), knows is way pass her curfew(is 4:30 A.M. four hours pass it) but she has school tomorrow and can't exactly show up wearing the clothes she has wore the entire day(she's not worry of what the student body would say or that her teachers are going to report it to the principal and the old hag will call her mother and that's going to result in another beating) because she's scare of what her friends are might do(they already promise to call child support last week, told her they could buy her a plane ticket to Forks, where her dad lives, last month and asked her to stay at their house for a few days last year) so she's scare shitless, no because she sees the light on her house are all on(Renee is waiting for her), but because she doesn't sees Phillip's (her savior, the referee, the one that stops Renee from beating the crap and stuffing out of her everyday, but his real title is the unlucky(for him, she's the lucky one) lawyer(lucky for him, in this case she is the unlucky one. Why couldn't he be a teacher or a bookkeeper, something that would let him stay home at night till eight o'clock in the morning?) that married her mother) car park where it should. She looks around her block a couple of time(almost franticly) and still doesn't sees the new Ferrari he bought last month.
As she walks towards her(demise) house she thanks God because she can still feel the booze of the tequila and vodka she was drinking minutes ago(thirty minutes if you want to be exact) and while she's at it , she curses herself for not tacking the bottle of painkillers (the good ones, the ones that leave you all giddy and seeing pink elephants) James(the best friend) had offered her(his dad is one of those doctors that leave the good drugs inside the medic cabinet of his bathroom)
She opens the door and doesn't have time to register what's happening before she's hits the floor, nose bleeding, tears stinging her eyes(but no tears leave their confine, she will not give Renee the pleasure of seeing her crying.) That's Renee for you, doesn't give warnings before attacking, strikes like a cobra the bitch; hard and direct, never misses a target and makes her wish that Renee wasn't her mother or that she had stayed with her father in good ol' Forks, because fuck she's getting tired of being Renee's punching bag( but she's more tired of people who know what's happening not doing anything about it. What, do they really think she gives a flying crap that Renee might end up to be someone's bitch?) and she's definitely is running out of believable excuses for why she's still wearing winter clothes during the hottest summer Phoenix has ever seem.
And after the third slap to her face (which leaves her lower lip bleeding, and more than a few superficial bruises. You see, she does pay attention in Health Class, so different to what her report card says "needs improvement. Need to pay more attention in class" she sleeps during first period, so sue her, not her fault that Mrs. Y has the bad luck of teaching it. She couldn't exactly pass out from exhaustion, now could she?) and the second blow to her ribs (which leaves them bruise but not broken) and the fifth kick to her gut, that may or may have not be be indented to land halfway between her stomach and her ribs, (that by now are definitely broken) she passes out, maybe because is her mind's defense mechanism (but she's not sure because she really doesn't pay attention in Health Class) but she would bet good money that it was because she puked her guts when the first kick landed, painted the white rugs of the living-room red when the second blow hit, and cried bloody murder by the time she felt her knees give away.
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She's not sure when Phil enters the equation but suddenly her body is not being kick and hit, somebody is picking her up, and she's pretty certain Phil gave Renee a few good blows of his own. And fuck yeah, Phil should really hit Renee more often because wow she's watching with half close lids and she's feeling like she just won a million bucks (Imagine how she would feel is she was more awake and not seeing black spots) and someone is whispering nonsense in her ear, trying to calm her down (and when did her body started shacking, tears spilling from her eyes and sobs escaping her split open and still bleeding lips?) and the last thing she's sure about is that she wont be going to the beach anytime soon. (and shit, her friends were already planning that trip to the beach in two weeks. Would they mind if she kept her jeans and hoodie on?) While she closes her eyes she decides that (Yeah, they would).