I OWN NOTHING! STEPHENIE MEYER DOES!
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My own personal hell was on Earth.
My father. The devil himself. I know I'm not pretty, I know I'm not smart, I know I'm fat but shouldn't you love your child no matter what? Under any circumstances?
It all started when I was seven years old…
***Flashback***
Why did mommy leave me? Leave me and daddy?
Thoughts flew through my brain and left me more and more confused each time.
"ISABELLA!" my father roared. Uh-oh. I've never heard him this mad before.
"Coming!" I yelled back to him. I made my way down the stairs carefully, trying not to trip, knowing if he was mad, he would be even more upset if there was blood on the floor.
I managed to make it down the stairs unscathed and I walked to my daddy who was in the living room.
"Yes, daddy?" I said. Sweetness covering my words, trying to get out of whatever trouble I was in. But that's when he looked at me.
The red, bloodshot eyes, beer covering his uniform, tear stained face, and the emotion radiating off of him. Hate. Pure hate and disgust.
"Did you just yell to me a minute ago, young lady?" Daddy said, with kindness in his eyes.
I nodded , surely he must've known it was just a reply so he could hear me, and looked up at him. I felt a sharp pain across my cheek, while tears started to glide against the sore red skin. I looked at him. My daddy. But this wasn't my daddy. I didn't know who this was. A monster in my daddy's body.
"Daddy?" I asked. Fear leaked into my voice, along with the hurt.
He looked at me again, fire in his eyes, and picked up a glass beer and slammed it to the floor right next to my head. I screamed in horror while he laughed at my fear.
He then picked me up by the neck, and dangled me, five feet up into the air. I choked out a sob if pain. He looked at me again, amusement and playfulness in his eyes. Was this just a joke to him? My pain?
"You will clean up the mess you made." he said while glaring. I nodded quickly and he released me and fell into a blob at the floor. He kicked me once, twice, three times before he exited the room.
I looked at him in shock. What just happened?
***End of Flashback***
I am now 18, and still living with him. If there is some things I learned from him that were useful to everyday life, I would laugh. All that I've learned from him was that I needed to make dinner by 5:30, take punishments with acceptation, and never date boys or else 'you wont live past sundown.'
I made dinner. Steak and potatoes. His favorite.
I set the table quickly and served his plate, just as I heard his cruiser pull in. I quickly ran to the fridge and got a beer and put it by his plate. The door opened and I saw Charlie look at me. He looked at the table, and grunted. I sighed.
He pushed me away from his plate harshly which resulted me ripping my arm on the top of a picture frame, which meant a bloody shoulder. I grimaced shortly, but ignored the pain. He looked at me briefly which meant 'get the hell out of here' and I ran up the stairs.
I went to the bathroom and looked at my arm. It was a perfect, 5 inch cut that was pouring crimson blood. I got gauze out from under the sink, washed off the cut with a rag, and then wrapped it up.
I hoped that this was the only beating for tonight, and thankfully it was. All I had to do was get him three more beers, wash the dishes, and clean the picture frame. My nose hated the smell of blood for the first two years of abuse, but after that, my nose grew weary yet accustomed to the rusty scent.
That night, just like any other night, I cried myself to sleep.
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The next morning, I woke up around 4 am. I got into the shower and set it on cold, knowing that if I used up any warm water, the more punches I would receive tonight. The cold water woke me up and made me alert. After five minutes in the cold bliss, I turned the water off and got ready for school.
I threw on a simple pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. I went downstairs and saw Charlie reading the paper. He looked upset. Oh no.
"Isabella, I will only tell you this once. The Cullen family arrived today and several of them go to your school. Three of them are boys. If you so much as to look at one of them, you will be begging for me to kill you. Understood?" he said menacingly.
"Yes, sir." I answered. I'm not allowed to call him Charlie or Dad at all.
"Good. This house better be spotless by the time I come home." he ordered while walking to the door and putting his belt of devices on.
"Yes, sir." I answered once again.
He left and after that time went by quickly. I got in my truck and headed for school. It was raining. Raining and clumsiness means a 'ruh-roh' in my book.
I entered the parking lot and saw a shiny, silver Volvo in the east part of the parking lot. I parked my truck and got out of the steamy confines. I walked to first period, but I slipped.
I braced myself waiting for the pain.
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But it never came. I found myself in warm arms that held a spark and I stared into emerald green eyes that held worry.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a velvet voice. Swoon.
"Yeah. Happens all the time." I reluctantly pulled myself out of his arms so I didn't come off so useless. "Bella Swan." I put my hand out.
"Edward Cullen." he shook my hand. Cullen. Cullen. Edward CULLEN?!
I pulled my hand out of his and walked away.
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