My mom never got why I decide to move to Forks, Washington and I think she would have cared less where I lived. I was getting bored of being home by my self while my mom and step-dad, Phil, went out and did what ever they did. Renee could really care less about what happened to me, and Phil, well he hates my guts and I hate his. After my parents got a divorce, my mom went crazy. She started to drink a lot and I would have to carry her to her room when she passed out. Then she started to do coke and that is how she meet Phil, one of her drug-dealers friends. The first time I meet Phil, I knew he was no good. After a few weeks, my theory was right. I started to see my mom with bruises but when I went to ask what happened she would just say she fell down. So one day when my mom went to the store, I went to talk to Phil about it, and that was the worst mistakes of my life. When I told him if he kept beating my mom I was going to the police. He promised he would stop; I never thought that, that was too easy. So I went to head up the stairs and that is when he came and hit me in the back with a pan. He kept beating me till I started to bleed. Thank the lord for my mother, she came home just at the right moment.

"Phil what do you think you are doing to Bella!" she yelled at him. Right then he decided to drop the pan, "I am so sorry Bella, I don't know what came over me!" he said apologizing and started to help me up. Yea bull crap, you were beating the life out of me your idiot! I was thinking to myself.

"Let go of me," I yelled at him, "never touch me again!"

"Bella that is no way to act," my mother scolded me.

"Mom how can you let this thing do all these things to you!" I yelled at her, "it purposely was beating me, it was not one of those 'I don't know what came over me…' kinds of things!" I ran up the stairs and in to the bathroom. Renee told me that crying was the best when you felt sad. So that is what I did, cried. I cried not because of the pain but that I felt sorry for my mom. She was too scared to go to the police and the problem was that I was not. Both Renee and Phil knew that. It felt like I had cried for years. I had no clue what to do and I was too tired to do anything about it. I hopped in the shower, washed off all the blood, got out and changed in some pajamas. As soon as I opened my door to put my clothes in the wash, my night just got worse. Phil. He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me up against the wall.

"If you go to the police, I will finish what I started to you earlier and you will be wishing for death," he promised in a fast, violent voice. He finally let go of me and then slapped me across the face. After that, I knew I had to do something to protect myself and my mother. One day after Renee and Phil left, I took the bus and went to Wal-Mart. I bought a jump rope, weights, and workout clothes. I promised my self that I would get stronger and one day do what Phil did to me and my mom.

So, everyday my routine was the same for about 3 years. Get up, take a shower, get dressed and then go to school. After school, I would come home cook dinner, do homework, get beat by Phil, and then they would leave. I would get as much blood off of me as possible then go work out for 3 hours, then take a shower and go to bed. Over those 3 years I learned to hide my emotions. Seeing me in pain would make Phil beat me more, I learned that in the first couple months. All my friends left me in the first year. At school, I was the gossip every where I went. Do they have nothing else to talk about? I would think every time I saw people talking about me.

Half of my promise I made to myself 3 years ago came true. I did grow stronger, and that was both good and bad. The good thing was that soon I will be able to beat Phil and the bad was I would get in fights. Once all my friends went away, people would make fun of me. The first time I got in a fight was because this one boy just had to get in my face.

Flashback:

I was just about to leave out of gym class when some guy had to say something. The teacher had left already when everyone was out of the locker rooms.

"Hey purple face! What happened? You run into a parked car?" his dude yelled. Everyone laughed around him. I learned to just ignore them and they will give up, but that was not enough for this guy.

"Hey! I am talking to you!" he yelled at me when I didn't respond. I just kept walking. Suddenly, some one grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around. There he was and the rest of the class up standing behind him.

"Purple face that was not a smart thing to do and ignore Zack like that," said a girl named Dee. 'Oh yes the wonderful football player that every girl in these school is in love with' I though. A small smile crept on my face.

"What you smiling about? Do you not know who I am?" he asked me. I just kept on smiling.

"Well let me think, oh yea you Zack Carnes. You the best football player on our team," Zack had a huge grin on his face, "and the jerk that goes out with a girl for one day then breaks up with them." His smile dropped and he was getting angry.

"What do you want? You are wasting my time," I announced coldly. He looked taken back for a second but recovered quickly.

"What you going to look for more parked cars to run into?" he started to laugh.

"Lame comeback Zack. No, I have to go home and burn this shirt know because you touched it," I respondedThat stopped his laughing.

"Who do you think you are?" he yelled at me.

"Some one who is not going to stand here and listen to a jerk who has his butt on his shoulders," I snapped back. "Know go sit back down and be a good ladies man," I patted him on his head, turned around and walked away. Know take my advice, don't embarrass a star football player who has his butt on his shoulder. The out come might not be the way you like. Just as I heard the footsteps coming my way I knew I was in for it. I dropped my backpack and turned around just in time to duck from getting socked in the face. He came at me again and punched me in the mouth, slit my lip, and then punched me in the cheek. I impressed my self by punching him in the stomach then twisting his arm behind his back, and then sitting on his back. 'Those workouts paid off' I thought to myself.

"Yea, Mr. Ladies Man, you got you butt whopped by a girl," I said proudly, "how do you feel know?" I just started to laugh. Have you ever been in a fight or argument with a sibling and just when you say something, your parents walk in. That is what happened to me, other then it was the gym teacher.

End flashback.

So, I have been known to the girls as "danger" and to the boys as "computation." The girls stay away from me and the boys come after me and get there butt kicked. They just won't give up. It gets boring after a while it's like every. Your pretty much know when a guy it going to come after you.