Off on a new journey! Let's begin dearies c;
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR THE CHARACTERS…I just bend them to do my will muahahaha…*ahem*
Rated M for rape, self inflicted injuries, anorexia, depression, bulimia and maybe even some hot and heavy scenes in later chapters. Trigger story so read with caution 18+
I woke up to the sun blaring through my usually drawn curtains. The sun was hanging in the blue, cloudless sky. Sunny days were a rare occurrence and I glared at the sun. I had always preferred the rain, which is why I was happy to move here from Arizona when my Mom got remarried to that son of a bitch. His face flashed in front of my eyes and I flinched. I hate him.
I walked into my private bathroom and pulled off my tee-shirt and underwear avoiding the mirror. My eyes flickered over quickly and I immediately snapped my eyes back to the wall. Hideous scars maimed my body, all from him. The ones on my wrists, thighs, and stomach were the only ones I'd take credit for even though it was the razor that did it. My fresh cuts grazed the counter and I hissed lowly.
I stepped into the scalding hot water loving the searing pain. I scrubbed as hard as I could. After a year I still couldn't get the feel of him off of me. A flashback of him ripping my shirt off flashed in front of my eyes and I staggered back. The panic welled in my chest but I pushed it back. Or maybe it was my reflux, I thought. But it was a second to late as I felt my stomach acid burning my throat. I emptied the stomach acid onto the shower floor. Nothing else lingered in my stomach after not eating for three days. It all washed down the drain as I fell to my knees. I let the flashback flood my mind by mistake.
I heard him coming up the steps, his heavy footsteps recognizable by now. Closer and closer they came, and I shook with fear. Hadn't I gotten enough beatings for awhile? My mom wasn't home so I guess he was just using this opportunity. He's at my door now and it's too late for me to hide as he flings the door open knocking a picture off the wall. But I'm too busy noticing his drunken smirk to care. This is not the Phil I'm accustomed to.
He stalks over too me, or staggers in this case, and pushes me from my standing position onto my bed with so much force my head slams against the wall. I black out for a few seconds and when I come to he's on me, reeking of beer and sweat.
"Oh sweet Isabella, I've waited so long to have you." He says and now I'm frightened of what he might do. His hand slides down my hair to cup my cheek. He slaps me.
I wince and he shakes his head disapprovingly "Don't be like that, you know you like it rough." He whispers and I shiver, not in pleasure but disgust.
His hand wanders down more to cup my breast and the panic within me bubbles to the surface so I scream. Bad move, now he's angry. The anger wells in his eyes and I can feel him shake with outrage. I feel a blow to my stomach and I'm breathless.
"You will be mine Isabella, my little whore. No one, not even your mother, will want you after this." He sneered and as he started to undress me I knew I'd never be the same.
I gasped as I came back to reality. The shower water ran cold so I got out and wrapped a large towel around myself. My clock on my desk read seven which meant I had a slim thirty minutes to get ready. I pulled on a long sleeved red "Pierce the Veil" shirt and skull pattered leggings. My red vans slipped on easily so I brushed my black hair quickly and flat ironed it to perfection. My bangs hung over my heavily lined eyes and I made a mental note to re-color the purple in my bangs soon. I applied red lipstick and felt satisfied with the theatrics knowing what a monster I was underneath.
I grabbed my school bag and my phone and walked down the stairs carefully, knowing my clumsiness likes to interfere. I walked past the kitchen not bothering with food and out the door. The sun glared down on me as I peered into the driveway seeing my father's Mercedes was already gone. Charlie Swan, my father, is a big shot lawyer in Port Angeles and the best in the state if not the west coast. As I drove out of the front gate of our overly large mansion my red Lamborghini Gallardo purred.
The overly fast car sped down the road and I smiled loving the speed, the danger. I glanced in my mirrors for cops or other cars, but when I didn't see any I sped up. With my speed the usually fifteen minute drive took five, and as I pulled up to Forks High I sighed. Another day of boring classes, gossiping sluts, and zero friends. I parked right up front next to an unfamiliar car, a bright shiny Volvo. Finally my car wouldn't be the main talk of the school.
I grabbed my bag and pulled on my "The Nightmare Before Christmas" hoodie before stepping out of the car. I pulled the hood up and kept my head down not making eye contact with anyone. Once safely inside I peeked up a bit only to lock eyes with a pair of butterscotch orbs. The owner of the unusual eye color stared at me with a mixture of fascination and something darker, deeper. He ran a hand through his unruly auburn hair and mumbled something unintelligible before walking away.
My blush started to creep up so I put my head back down and walked to my first class, English. I took my usual seat in the back and sat with my eyes trained on my lap as the other students filed in. Some girls in front of me started whispering, and at first I couldn't hear a thing but then they got louder as more people began to talk.
"Did you hear about the new kids?" One giggled, I think her name was Lauren.
"Yea, the Cullens right? The boys are all so cute!" The one named Jessica sighed dreamily.
"Aren't they all taken by the girls though?" Lauren scrunched up her nose.
"All except one, the bronze haired one is single." Jessica smirked. That must be the boy I ran into this morning.
"Well it looks like we have a new toy then." Lauren grinned. I snorted in my head, or maybe out loud.
Jessica snapped her head around to me and I cringed realizing it was out loud "What are you snorting about Freak-ella?" She sneered.
"N-nothing." I whispered.
"Oh no go ahead and tell us killer, were you planning on something with the new boy already? Wow we knew you were a slut but…that's a little extreme, maybe he'd like a date first." Lauren giggled and Jessica high-fived her in the most cliché way possible.
I had started shaking by then "I'm not a whore." I said through clinched teeth.
"We heard what you did with your stepdad Bella; we know why you moved here two months ago. You blackmailed him and your mom pressed charges until your lawyer daddy bought you out." Jessica said in her typically whiny voice.
"That's not what happened. You know nothing." I said a bit louder.
They laughed and in unison said "Whore."
I was visibly shaking then and was about to retort until I heard a high pitched yet melodic voice "Leave her alone." The voice said.
I looked up then to see a small girl, barely five feet tall, with a glare that could kill set on her face. Her black hair stood out at the ends in a pixie cut and her features were sharp yet perfect. Her small frame shook from anger and her butterscotch eyes were blazing. Lauren and Jessica shrunk back at first but then recovering started to make snarky comments again.
"Look I know you're new here so you don't know Freak-ella, but she's a whore so stay away unless you want her disease." Lauren stage whispered.
Tears burned my eyes "Look unless you want trouble from me, which you don't, I suggest you stop." The girl said, and although she only stood at a mere five feet in that moment her anger made her look like she was towering over them.
They nodded as the bell rang and my panic welled up inside my chest and the mystery girl pulled me up out of my seat with her ice cold hands. She wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me out of the classroom, and into the safety of the hallway.
"Who are you?" I whispered as she pulled me into an empty bathroom and locked the door.
"I'm Alice Cullen, and you are?" She asked with a perky tone practically vibrating with anticipation of my answer.
"Uh Bella, Bella Swan." I answered and she grinned. I shifted uncomfortably under her smile and broke eye contact with her. "So what was that about? Why'd you stand up for me, no one else ever does. You did though, and you barely know me." I whispered.
"I stood up for you because you don't deserve that. I know you're not what they say you are and you're not what you think you are either." She said and something inside me snapped.
"How the fuck would you know? You don't know me! You know what Alice just leave me alone, I don't need your help." I snarled the last part throwing the door open.
Before I could fully escape though I heard Alice mutter "If only you knew how much you did."