(A/N) This is a song-fic. For those of you who don't know, the song is about a girl who was raped by her father (there are many translations but that is the most popular one). I hope you like the story, because I wrote it in about 10 minutes.
DISCLAIMER: The song "Werewolf" that this story is based off and its lyrics belong solely to CocoRosie. All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.
S T A I N S .
In a dream I was a werewolf
My soul was filled with crystal light
Lavender ribbons of rain sang
Ridding my heart of mortal fight
Of mortal fight
Broken sundown fatherless showdown
Gun hip swollen lip bottle sip yeah i suck dick
Loose grip on gravity falls sky blinding crumbling walls
River sweep away my memories of
Children's things a young mother's love
Before the yearning song of flesh on flesh
Young hearts burst open wounds bleed fresh
A young brother skinny and tall my older walks
Oceanward and somber, slumber sleeping
Flowers in the water, but I'm just his daughter
Walking down an icy grave leading to my
Schizophrenic father. Weeping willow won't you wallow louder
Searching for my father's power
I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
I'm a shake you off though
Look back
He's a black magic wielder some say a witch
Wielded darkness when he was wilein' on his mom's
And unborn child and he was the bastard the that broke
Up the marriage evil doer doing evil from a baby carriage
And he was born with the same blue eyes
Crystal ships dripping with ice, diamonds coruscate
In the night fireworks electric bright
And now he's got his own two sons
Trys to hide his tears in a world of fun
But loveless bedrooms filled with doom
Bring silent heartache July to June
Swoon over new young hot flame
Mourn the memories later
Laugh now alligator
Laugh now alligator
In a dream my father came to me
And made me swear that I'd keep
What's sacred to me
And if i get the choice to live in his name
I'll pray my way through the rain
Singing oh happy day
I don't mean to close the door
But for the record my heart is sore
You blew through me like bullet holes
Left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul
You left me broke down begging for change
Had to catch a ride with a man who's deranged
He had your hands and my father's face
Another western vampire
Different time same place
I has dreams that brings me sadness
Rain much deeper than a river
Sorrow flow through me
Tiny waves of shivers
Corny movies make me reminisce
They break me down easy on this generic love shit
First kiss frog and princess
I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
I'm a shake you off though
Look back with no remorses
Bella shut her iPod off and turned to place dinner on the table. She sucked in a breath and froze right before she ran into Charlie, almost spilling the stew onto them both. Charlie glared at her with an iciness that caused her to shiver as she served him. She sat quietly while he ate, waiting until he shoved away from the table and lumbered into the living room before eating her own meal; whatever was left of the stew when Charlie had finished. It wasn't much.
Her stomach growled as she hurriedly washed the dishes, but she ignored it. It was normal to be hungry. Charlie liked her skinny and weak.
Bella's shaking hands dropped a glass mug, but she caught it before it fell onto the floor. Wiping the nervous sweat off her brow, she put the dishes away and popped some popcorn.
Tonight she was leaving.
As she handed off the popcorn to Charlie, he squeezed her arm until she gasped. "Beer in 15 minutes." Bella nodded and scurried upstairs.
Ignoring her dirtied sheets she tossed two suitcases onto her bed and began throwing in her clothes and possesions until her room was emptied of all but furniture.
She crawled under her bed and reached between the mattress and a support board to pull out her old music box. It was from Renee, before she left. In the music box was all of the money she'd been saving up since she was 13. She was saving it for this moment. Bella knew $2000 wasn't much, but it was enough to get her away from Charlie and support her for a month or so until she had a job and a home. She didn't want to go to Renee in Arizona. Renee would ask too many questions.
Too many questions about, why in the world was Bella running away from her father? Who loved her and took care of her?
Who beat her, who practically starved her, who had raped her the night before her 13th birthday party while drunk, and had almost every night since. He didn't have to be drunk anymore to do it. He thought it was his right.
Bella looked at her clock. She had only five more minutes to make this work. Setting her light suitcases in her bedroom doorway, she stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen. Grabbing two beers from the fridge, she opened both and took a swig of one. For courage, she thought. Opening the Tylenol bottle she took out 5 pills and crushed them onto the table underneath her beer. Swept the powder into her hand. Tried to keep it from shaking as she poured it into Charlie's beer.
Bella didn't know what would happen exactly, only that the pills would either tranquilize Charlie or...she didn't know. Giving his bottle a good shake, she left her beer on the table and sauntered into the living room. She placed Charlie's beer in front of him and started stripping all her clothes off. He watched her, TV forgotten, half the beer gone. Tears leaked down her face in shame.
She walked over to him and kissed him as expected, watching his eyelids droop as he took the last sip of his bottle. Charlie stared at her with glazed eyes, moving his mouth, but no sound came out. She punched his nose, kicked him in the groin. "Have a good night, Charlie," Bella whispered as she dressed.
Bella didn't stay to watch him sleep, or die, or whatever was going to happen to him, and she really didn't care if he died. She just ran upstairs and grabbed her bags, slinging one over her shoulder and pocketing her wallet with the money. Back in the kitchen she got her beer and carried it out the front door, locking it behind her.
She took one last look at the hell hole she had lived in, another gulp of beer, and slowly kept drinking as she walked towards the nearest bus station.
Yeah so this probably isn't the greatest writing you've ever read, but I just wanted to get my idea out. Whether you liked it or not, I don't really care, but please review anyways. My personal rules are on my profile if you would care to look before FLAMING me haha. I like CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, i am not kerosene.
Seriously review. Please? :D
And even more seriously, go listen to that song. "Werewolf" by CocoRosie. It's haunting.
Hugs,
Reagan.
