Sometimes all you Need is a Second Chance

Chapter one: A final look

And I walked right out that door

Without a second glance

Because I want going to let them

Take away my only chance
-My only chance

That was just something I wrote on spot because I thought it suited the story, sue me if I'm wrong, but that's what I thought.

***

As I put the last of my things in my bag I took a final look around the room I grew up in.

The walls were white with a few patches of red-my dried blood.

My Dad abused me my whole life. The walls, my bruises, cuts, and un-heard screams were really the only proof of how bad it really was.

I never told anybody of course. I always wore long-sleeved shirts, full length pants, whatever it took to cover my bruised body. So how was anybody supposed to know what was going on inside the walls of this hell-hole I call my house?

I sighed then zipped up my bag. I left the room because I didn't want to remember all the bad memories this place held. The point of leaving was to forget this place. Not spending packing time remembering.

I picked up my bags then went to the door, turned off the light, then went down the stairs hoping with everything I had in my that my Dad was still asleep.

But of course I want that lucky. The first thing I saw when I got to the bottom of the stairs was my Dad with a drink in his hand.

His eyes were blood shot and his brown, curly hair was sticking out in all directions.

By the looks of it he was up at about 7:00am, started drinking at 8:00am, and has been ever since. It was just past 12 now. This was not going to be good.

"Bella, Bella, Bella, where are you headed off too?" He asked while walking towards me.

I knew I couldn't tell him that I was running away so I had to lie. He wouldn't be able to tell the difference. "I'm going to England, I got a scholarship there for dancing."

By the time I finished my sentence he was up in my face. His breath smelled strongly of beer. He smiled at me, not a nice smile, as if to say "congratulations," it was more of a menacing smile. Then he said, "When were you planning on telling me this?"

"I already told you Dad, right after I got my letter of acceptance."

He instantly looked furious, "Don't back talk me, missy," he growled, then slapped me across the face. My hand instantly went up to where he slapped me. It stung really badly then started to bleed. He must have put some serious force behind that hit.

"Dad, you cant hit me or push me around anymore, I'm 18, not a little kid," with that I started walking towards the door, but he got a firm grip on my hand and pulled me back, "I can do what I want to you, Bells," he had that nasty grin on his face again, "after all, I am part of the reason you're here."

"You mean another drunk night at a bar. That's the reason I'm in this hell hole." Now I started to run to the door. Good thing he was drunk, he started swaying to the side while chasing me then fell and hit his head off the wall.

I grabbed my coat and keys, passport, and anything else I was going too need, then picked up my suitcases and went out the door.

I may not be going to college on a scholarship but I was going to England. I'd been getting any money I could ever since I was 10, and now at 18, I had enough money to get the fuck out of here. It was quite ironic that I would get enough money when I was the legal age of an adult, when I could legally move out, when my Dad no longer has custody of me.

***

As soon as I was through security I was waiting for my flight to be called.

I went over to some seats far away from everybody else in the air port and started to cry.

I cried for my lost mother who my father beat to death, I cried for my older brother who ran away two years ago and left me alone with my father. He said he would have taken me with him but he knew Dad would come looking for him if he took me, and he just wanted to get away, just like a was finally doing.

I cried for every time my Dad beat me. But most of all I cried for me, for the fact that I was alive and not dead like I should be.

There were so many times that I thought for sure my Dad would kill me. But no, torturing me was more fun for him.

I was crying so much I never heard anyone approach me.

I looked up to see a guy about my age with bronze hair and emerald green eyes. He was a little over average height with a medium build. He wore baggy jeans and a fitting shirt.

Over all, he was gorgeous.

He spoke then, "What's wrong? I was heading to get something to eat and I saw you over here by yourself crying. Thought I'd come over to see if you were Ok."

I wiped away the tears on my face. "Um that was really nice of you but.. Um I'm fine…"

"Ok then. Well I'm still hungry so do you want to come get something to eat with me?"

I smiled a little then answered with a small smile, "Sure."

He smiled back then took my hand and helped me up, and I could have swore there was an electric current running through our hands. I decided to ignore it though, my had probably just fell asleep or something.

We started walking and when we were about half way there no one had spoken yet.

The gorgeous mystery guy finally spoke when the food court came into view, "I'm Edward by the way." So that's what his name was.

"Isabella," I replied.

"Can I call you Bella?" He asked.

I grinned, "I dunno, can I call you Eddie?"

He laughed in response. "Most definitely not."

I gave a small laugh. "I was kidding, you can call me Bella, that's what I go by anyways."

We started entering the food court then.

"So where do you want to eat?" I thought about his question for a bit then finally said McDonald's.

"Whoa, you are a girl aren't you?"

"Um yeah, why?"

"I don't think I know a girl above 17 that will eat at that place. They say there's to many calories or some bull shit like that."

I laughed again. "Well you do now. I haven't been there in years. My Dad was so strict about that stuff."

"How old are you anyways?" He asked suddenly.

"I am 18. How about you?"

"Same." We reached McDonald's then.

"What are you going to have, Bella?"

I looked at the menu then said, "Big Mac and large fried. Pepsi to drink."

"I'm seriously starting to question weather or not you a girl," he said while laughing.

"Hey, I haven't eaten since yesterday at lunch and I haven't had McDonald's in years, so shut the fuck up."

"Why haven't you eaten in so long?" Shit. I was hoping he wouldn't pick up on that…

"Oh um.. There was nothing to eat in the house." That was true, not the whole truth but anyways.

Edward gave me a funny look but let it drop.

We moved up to the front of the like and Edward told the girl our orders.

He turned back to look at me, "I'll pay Ok?"

I just nodded in response. I always had to work for my food, and now someone I don't even know is buying if for me. It was strange. But in a really nice way.

Edward turned around again, but this time he was holding a tray.

He started walking to a free table with me next to him.

I looked at my watch and saw that I had about 20 minutes before my plane would board.

"Um, I have about 20 minutes before I have to catch my plane Ok?"

He set down the tray then looked at his cell for the time. "Yeah, same here. Where are you headed to?"

"Devon England. How about you?"

"Same here, I'm going to a college there."

I decided if I was going to lie to my Dad I might as well lie to this guy, tell him I got a dancing scholarship there. "So am I."

I asked him what college he was going to, and since I didn't no the name of any college's there whatsoever, I told him I was going to the same one that he was going to.

We ate in silence and when I was dome I waited for him to finish.

When he was done he asked, "You going on a scholarship?"

"Yeah, dancing."

"Oh yeah they have an amazing dance program there, you must be really good if you got in."

Well then. If I ever got the money I would definitely get into that college. "Yeah you could say that.. I've been dancing since I was 5 and I practice it for at least 2 hours everyday." That wasn't a lie, I loved dancing, and I thought I was pretty good seeing as how I practice so much. I had to find my own money to pat for dance school though, which was though.

"How do you find time for that during exams?"

Fuck him and how observant he was. "Um, I was uh, home schooled by my father." Ugh now was not the time that the fact I was a bad liar needed to be so damn obvious. I didn't have to worry about it with my father since he was drunk all the time and wouldn't notice.

I could tell that he knew I was lying but he let It slide.

Our flight was called then so we grabbed our bags and headed for the gate way.

***

Soon after me and Edward were seated on the plane we started talking about anything and everything.

"Hey do you wanna play 21 questions?" I asked.

He laughed but agreed, "So who'll ask who first?"

I thought about it then decided I'd ask him first.

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Blue. When's you're birthday?"

"September 13th" Yeah, I think that's it. Never really celebrates it, ever, so I couldn't know for sure. "Do you have any siblings?"

"Two brothers, two sisters, they all go to the college to, they went there last month but I stayed for a little while before I wanted to go."

It went like that for a while but then we came to the 21st question and it was his turn.

"What happened to your face."

I knew what he was talking about. Where my father slapped me. My hand went up to my face automatically, just like it did when my Dad hit me. I totally forgot to cover that up because I was so anxious to get out of the house before he became conscious again.

"Nothing, nothing, I'm fine."

"Bella. Please tell me." He wore a look of true concern on his face and for a second I considered telling him, I never told anybody but I really needed to. I decided I might tell him if I saw him again after this and we became close though. Which I doubted would happen.

"I'm sorry, but I cant tell you. Maybe in time I will, but for now I'm keeping it to myself. Ok?"

He smiled sadly at me then nodded.

It was silent the rest of the way to England.

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